Big Ed f Master P, Silkk, Sons of Funk — тексты песен

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Robyn S

• Do You Really Want Me
  

  
  
  
  Boy listen carefully to me now, Cause this is something every man should know.

Gary Shearston

• I Get A Kick Out Of You
  

  
  
  
  I get no kick from champagne Mere alcohol doesn`t thrill me at all So tell me why should it be true That I get a kick out of you? Some get a kick from cocain I`m sure that if I took just one more sniff That would bore me terrifi...

Robyn

• Big City
  

  
  
  
  Lately shit`s been driving me crazy Won`t you take me outta this city Streets too busy Men too old and the girls too pretty I see that you want me I`m needing somebody Don`t ask me no questions There`s really no reason You look l...

Gary Stewart

• Drinkin` Thing
  

  
  
  
  Every day... I tell myself, it`s temporary That it`s only `cause she`s young That makes her want...

Big Ed f Master P, Silkk, Sons of Funk

• I`m Yo Soldier
  

  [Big Ed] Yo, Funky Sons, help me out Chorus [Sons of Funk] I`m yo soldier (every soldier needs some thug love) You`ll never find another (every soldier needs some thug love) I`m yo soldier (every soldier nees some thug love) You`ll never find another ...

montgomery john micheal

• high school heart | guitar pro tab и Mp3
  

  ----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE-------------------------------- This file is the author`s own work and represents their interpretation of the song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research.

montgomery monte

• love come knockin
  

  Love Come Knockin`-Monte Montgomery transcribed by Ben Sheppard-benjamintx@yahoo.com Drop all strings 1/2 step h-hammeron b-bend p-pull off /-slide up -slide down r-release bend *-natural harmonic x-mute string...

montgomery wes

• round midnight
  

  Date: Sun, 04 Feb 96 20:12:58 -0800 From: roland kalus Subject: Tab: Wes Montgomery Title: Round Midnight Transribed by Roland Kalus Round Midnight (T.Monk as played by W.

Александр Вертинский

• 14-е июля
  

  
  Бурлит Сент-Антуан, шумит Пале-Рояль,
  В Париже слышен зов Камилла Демулена,
  Народный гнев растет, вздымаясь ввысь, как пена.
  Стреляют, бьют в набат, в дыму сверкает сталь.
  
  Бастилия взята, предместье торжествует,