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번역: Saian Supa 승무원. 그들을 문질러 그들을 꺼내.
What's behind, Your black door? I wanna know, I wanna know, yeah, May take a week, honey, It may take more, I wanna know, I wanna know, Ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh
I looked for you, in the mornin', with the sunrise And I searched for you, all day through And at night as I lay my head down, on my pillow I closed my
When the last rose of summer pricks my finger And the hot sun chills me to the bone When I can't hear the song for the singer And I can't tell my pillow
[Ludacris - Chorus] See I'm black man chillin with my black man stride See batman, cruisin' in my black man ride Making white man money Supplying all
Go jump in the lake Go ride up the hill Get out of this house It's a house of your making It's a house of ill will Get out of this house Go listen
Time 2:15, the AM Place Ronardo's "Boom-Boom-Room" on South Street I'm a hot blond and it was a cold night This is my story. I ain't ashamed to tell it
[Chorus] All day long, do it like Tony F-ck her friend then I pass it to the big homie Got a sign on my dick, bad bitches only Got a sign on my dick,
One more day down Everybody has those days Where one soft sweet song's Just enough to clear my head Fall on real life Is anybody left there sane? And
The writing is on the wall, baby We're different as day and night But I guess that I refused to face it The blues in black and white When I got home
