is like a thousand years, oh, oh I can't lose these young boy blues, hmm Each night is like a thousand years, oh, oh I can't lose these young boy blues
번역: Honeydrippers. 어린 소년 블루스.
번역: 로버트 플랜트. 어린 소년 블루스.
ya riding young never can tell Light skin top call it blue cantrell Ain't nothin like postin big boy bail and If I don't make it prolly go to big boy
mutha-fuckin' house The nigga you love to hate Ice Cube's in the mutha-fuckin' house Yo, here comes the nigga with the ruff, terror The paranoid, gots to get the boy
than your honor holla at your boy manana Maybach come wit a recliner run up on it and sh-t will get uglier than an iguana this is only a reminder it's Young
Boy I?m tired of running, let's walk for a minute Promiscuous girl, wherever you are I?m all alone and it's you that I want Promiscuous boy, you already
hollow tips we make the gasoline chase you Smoke that fire shit, that shit'll gasoline face you Cause young nigga heartless, he walkin' with a pacer Blue
Have You Ever Took A Trip Out To Brooklyn Where It's Crime Season City Camp Leaning Gucci Belt Holdin Up That 45 Demon Black Bandana Boy Bitches Be Like
When I was just a little young boy Papa said, "Son, you'll never get far" I'll tell you the reason, if you wanna know 'Cause child of mine, there isn'
of the country, over East of Eden, yeah. Gm C Gm C Confused by the big city blues
good care of my baby, Please don't ever make her blue", and so forth About, ah, one year later in a place called Liverpool in England Four young guys
Young velvet porcelain boy Devour me when you're with me Blue wish window seas Speak delicious fires I'm your candy perfume girl Your candy perfume girl
can't hold me forever I didn't sign up with you I'm not a present for your friends to open This boy's too young to be singing the blues So goodbye yellow
(Jay-z:) I'm focused man, Tell Stout to holla at me man Young Hove ya heard (new Mya!) Yes, yollin Jigga man be ballin' Biv chicks pigeons Hove some
career in rap As a music dude, I mastered this Rubik's Cube Godzilla, fought Gargantua, eyes glued to the tube Was a, long time ago, John Boy Ice Geronimo
throw it in the air Celebratin' wealth pourin' Moet in her hair Excuse me her weave the blue is her weed Trunk full of white, car smell like blue cheese Dat boy
vipers'll run up on ya A legend, a boss, that's what I are Accidentally pimped, tryna be killing the guitar Not young enough to know better, but young
