EMPIEZA TU POR MI ME HAS ENCENDIDO BIEN. DEMUESTRA LO QUE SABES LO HAS APRENDIDO BIEN. ACERCATE TU AQUI ME HAS ENCENDIDO BIEN. PASION why VANIDADES. .
Why should I feel discouraged?. And why should the shadows come?. Why should my heart be lonely. And long for Heaven and home?. . When Jesus is my captain.
We were on the rise of it all. Everything's beginning so small. We were going around and around. And following the only sound. . Everything falls into place when she puts on her happy face.
(Witchdoctor)talking. Love for life(Swat healie). Turn the books. Turn the good book. To the book of Revelations. It say some bout. . [Chorus: x4]. Heaven Comin'.
Yea, yea. Yea yea. Willy Northpole, B.O.B. . [Repeat: x2]. Yea, well I'm a. Hood dreamer. Hood dreamin' all of my life. I'm a dreamer. I can get my dream if I try.
Hello Josephine. How do you do?. Do you remember me baby like I remember you?. You used to laugh at me and holler "Woo woo woo". . I used to walk you home.
Maybe I should have saved those left over dreams. Funny, but here's that rainy day. Here's that rainy day they told me about. And I laughed at the thought that it might turn out this way.
Hey, hey hey baby!. I want to know if you'll be my girl. Hey, hey hey baby!. I want to know if you'll be my girl. When I saw you walking down the street.
It's like a normal Times Square day on 42nd Street. I feel like trashing some windows and crunching some feet. I watch society crumble and I just laugh (hee hee).
With nothing to lose you'd waste away. Obscure in exile. They've witnessed the times. You've gone astray. Whose fault? now you're thinking.... . There's nothing to prove.
Whatcha' hiding? Where you running?. Baby you've been up to something. Don't you tell me it's not what it looks like. . Had my heart but you tore right through it.
Las calles vistas desde las ventanas altas son tan iguales. Pateando piedras y juntando monedas soy un simple auditor. Lunes, martes, miércoles, jueves en la paredes del metro.
[ VERSE 1: Havikk the Rhime Son ]. Dippin on the enemy I slides like a nigga should. Hands out the window givin it up for the neighborhood. Gangstas and gees servin that ass like the military.
How much do I love you?. I'll tell you no lie. How deep is the ocean?. How high is the sky?. . How many times a day do I think of you?. How many roses are sprinkled with dew?.
Like a hard mama work just trying to get by (hey yea). And enough ghetto youth so they still want no get no bly. Just keep on the hustle 'cause we have to stay pon the grind.
Can't explain why the seasons change the way they do,. Can't explain why the oceans appear to be so blue. I can't tell you why birds can sour so high.
When a girl meets boy. Life can be a joy. But the note they end on. Will depend on. Little pleasures they will share. So let us compare. . I like New York in June, how about you?.
The sun sets the night shines. No more sweet charades. The sky falls. In your eyes. There's no ways to play. . I'm here to let you know. You gotta go go go.
As a tot, when I trotted in little velvet panties,. I was kissed by my sisters, my cousins, and my aunties.. Sad to tell, it was hell, an inferno worse than Dante's..
Have yourself a merry little Christmas. Let your heart be light. From now on, our troubles will be out of sight. Have yourself a merry little Christmas.