eonjeyeottdeongenojee kee-eoknajee ana jakkoo nae meoreega neoro eojeereopdeon sheejak handoobeonssheek ddeo-oreudeon saenggak jakkoo neureogaseo jogeum
uhn jeh yuht duhn guhn jee gee uhk nah jeen ah nah jah kkoon nae muh ree gah nuh roh uh jee ruhp duhn shee jahk hahn doo buhn ssheek dduh oh reu duhn
Oh ho, I asked her for water, oh ho, she brought me gasoline Oh ho, I asked her for water, oh ho, she brought me gasoline That's the troubling woman that
y'all aint growling Claim you a beast, why y'all aint howling? 'Bout as sweet as a jumper on the game Ray Allen I'm 'bout f-cking hoes like Ray J wylin
Claim you a beast, why y'all aint howling? 'Bout as sweet as a jumper on the game Ray Allen I'm 'bout f-cking hoes like Ray J wylin' Killin' n-ggas like
Oh, mister D.J., I wonder why You don't play much blues anymore Ohh, mister D.J., I kept on wondering why You don't play much blues anymore I don't know
the trees And it's about a hundred degrees [Violent J:] On the perfect night the whole town shuts of its lights And listens to the city; screams, sirens, howls
a Devil's face, it must be a mirror image of the human race And oh shit, here it comes-the deadly smog I can tell by the howl of the stray dog The air
yung joc: j malay yung joc...well i must say everything cooler the game between you and me baby you be doin' yout thing girl you make me lose it when
J'ai neglige le primordial pendant trop longtemps crois moi? Je suis consciente, je vois bien que tu souffres, mais ca s'attenuera Car c'est d'un homme plus d'un chien dont j
est la pire des solitudes Everyone has his habits Everyone has his certitudes And love is the worst of solitudes Quand l'univers m'indiffere Quand j
unsettling silence here What emerges from the deep Creep forth black mass of lizard things With your backs to the rising wind Black void howling enchanted
my side I caught your eye from the corner of the door As you tried to be precise I know you tried to keep the windows open But the wind keeps howling
never phony I got more flavor than the packet in macaroni Rock drippin' from my every vowel I've got the soul of the sixties like Ginsberg's Howl Shootin
it's price [Solo J.E.] Diabolic evil minds They rule atrocious bestial crowds Ideas seem to fade away As their presence is shown by howls The dawn
(J. J. Cale) Clyde played electric bass Played it with finesse and grace Sat on the porch ain't got no shoes Pickin' the bass and singin' the blues
on car radio news broadcasts It had to be screamed in the kitchen It had to be yelled in the basement where uncles were fighting It had to be howled
