so young It was just like Christmas It was just like Christmas It was just like Christmas It was just like Christmas It was just like Christmas It was just like Christmas
Bản dịch: Soundtracks. Just Like Christmas - Low.
Bản dịch: 54 soundtrack. Just Like Christmas - Low.
, you just might get it, okay T-t-tell me a story I believe, oh I believe All things are possible on Christmas Eve (Wish for it, you just might get it
in the mood, the jerk shoes you wear look like space jam shoes, clowns, why do little niggas always flip, Corey on the other hand look just like the Grinch who stole Christmas
well fuck it me ether...heard i got a guap wanna kick it like f.i.f.a., everyday christmas cause im smokin that reefa! keep a lot of bitches like queen
my thang till I run my whole city Big time, big time, big time, big time I get to it, I hustle, I get it in, trying to win like Steve Wynn Money long like
drive like a lineback I'm weak for weeks at a time White but rhyme on the beat speak at the beep Peep me look like a prep speak like a freak lead like
' a spider in the snow So ya better get to blowin in flow rider Inside of a low rider with no tires in the hole Why am I like this? Why is winter cold
're what I've been waiting for to raise my low score Cause I've been striking out all day and it makes me feel this way Digital display, like I cant
no vehicle, You border like Meh-He-Co Ay baby girl what it look like, Ay where your head at, Ay what you cook like She say where your bread at, Or whats your whip like
love (That's what Christmas means to me, my love) Candles burnin' low Lots and lots of snow Christmas bells are ringin' Christmas choirs singin' Christmas
' all we saw was stacks of rhymes written Elite, way too smart for the system of course We know a smart free black man just pisses 'em off What they like
I break, canary yellow Interior black, like Othello Sugar Hill sweet, so wea??re mellow Now I play the lead, pull strings like a cello The Puppeteer, low puppets just
for a fly guy, like you So hurry down the chimney tonight... Verse 7: Fredro Starr It's the gritty-the grimy The low down, the shifty Yo Sticky, christmas
follow me crew KRS one in the party just a gwan wanna (LAITFAH) "ease off" Here we go, Yo, You Know the flow, I get high & Low You Know, Why you wanna
gold seemed to hold him like a spell, though he'd often say in his homely way that he'd sooner live in Hell. On a Christmas day we were mushing our
be like Vester Facin' your whole crew, with cardinals on like Uncle Fester Lo-lo-lo-Lopez, your moms call me Frankie Sanchez On deck with penis out, pine tar like
