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Lyrics by Roma Ryan Composed and performed by Enya -------------------------------- ^ Dan y dwr, taweluck sydd ^ Dan y dwr, galwaf i Nid yw'r cum gyda fi. ^ Dan y dwr, taweluch am byth, ^ Dan y dwr, galwaf i. ^ Nid yw'r swm ddim fwy gyda fi. |
[Tame One] Hah! The former back of the classroom talk-trasher Blastin off at ya without help from NASA, has ta blow a nigga's chest up like asthma with raptures and fresh ass raps from wack bastards West district politickin like Gibson Make a pick-up, and then escapes from New York like Snakeplitzkin with trees tied to the thighs of down shorties clearing Customs Ready to cuss and bust on any nigga fuckin with production (This ain't my bag) Back in the Bricks tricks and kids dig the music as we dooz it (God damn yo!) And lose it, when we play niggaz the new |
-Blade, listen to thait. -Okay, what? -I'm going to the doctorate, right? -Mmm Hmm? -And my-- and he's telling me I haive this problem weef my fronthead, when I'm touching it it does like thait: (bing!) -Oh, Crapshaitt! -Oh daim! -You and I mowst haive been drinking out of the saime cup, you know? -We daid. -Because, when I haive a saime problem, weef a laidie, she goes to towch the testiclides, and it maikes a sounde laike thais: (bang!) -Oh, that is sounding like the saime sound owf my fronthead laike thais: (bing!) -Oh, crowtc |
It's gripping, I'm ripping I haven't just been sipping stressing no messing will I ever learn my lesson? I'm always amazed, by what can take place within the space of 300-365 sinning, I'm spinning in the beginning I was winning clinging, still swinging if I could I would be singing I'm always amazed by what can take place within the space of 300-365 I'm empty of answers don't nobody search me the long neck's a twist off you don't need a church key I'm still full of questions but can't quite see clear twist off another (3x) and bring on n |