번역: June. 맛.
got it right Full of pride but you're bothering, turn out the light It's what you planned on Got it (you got it) you got it Just a taste, just a taste
A man conceived a moment's answers to the dream. Staying the flowers daily, sensing all the themes. As a foundation left to create the spiral aim, A movement
're a million miles away You taste so great on my lips You taste so good on my lips Your moisture drips upon my lips Just like a waterfall straight through
Generate, be the coke razor on a coke plate Back up the crime, son, and try to see a triple double And get my loot back on a time table Ay yo, it's CNN
fell down upon us and stole away my oxygen And left me standing breathless there with you The ocean wrapped around the sun, the smell of June The taste
a feather but hard as a rock This might not be in the bedroom But I?m gonna love you girl, gently Light as a feather but hard as a rock Let me touch
a tongue is so much more than a vehicle for greed With a disciple I feed A tongue is for washing fur or for licking wounds Or welcoming newcomers into a
rappin bout a pink truck, Ia??m only happy when I hopin out da brinks truck And I dona??t need a 16, I got a sentencea?¦ I goes on a fucka like an entrance
the next nigga to taste her pace That motherfuckin' lot round the strip Grippin' on my dick haters don't trip Got a muthfuckin' 40 cal in the spot ready For a
Between the pillows on the couch Under the bed, up on some shelf Behind these walls we built ourselves Under the sun behind the moon From January until June A promise made, a
st not taste. Let mine will be fulfilled, Let the rest go to waste. Let the blood run. At war with the race (of humanity). [Lyrics-Greg,June 1995
into the crazy, Turn the sky black into a sky blue, Turn the close shave into a hoo-hoo. What I say is true, make a fire, gotta burn a few, Make a fire, gotta burn a
The air tastes just like you, it's the smell of june A sensory shock that jolts my spirit, I slowly swallow you A spray of little droplets, a fragrance
the Yankees charged and the colors fell Overton Hill was a living hell When we called retreat, it was almost dark I died with a grape shot in my heart Say a
a lucky seven Though I'm hardly a complainer and a wooden carp I wonder what the hell I'm gonna do in heaven I could never plug a chicken and alone a
) This is AC wit Britney (yeah) We goin' out tonight This is gonna be a hot one baby AC: (Ay oh) let me do my thing with a New York verse AC will
You pace a rhythm for love to evolve It takes the clock off my heart A strange vibration that purifys my soul Dreamy days in my room by your side As
