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Début de soirée, on a dit le Nuit des polis. J'y a pas de saison trop que vive la musique qu'on fond, pas de saison trop que vive le son. En marchant, tu donnes une calonne, ça t'es pas. Tu sens la musique au bout de tes doigts. Tu dis que la vie compte à donner et pas pour ça. Tant de jour, il se crasse, on sent que tu connaîtras. Ton cœur est sincère, un film de piqueur. On a trouvé des décibels dans ton chiqueur. Et tu chantes, chantes, chantes, ce refrain qui te plaît. Et tu t'appes, t'appes, t'appes, c'est ta façon d'aimer. Je te l'ai pas.
Jack, you sing, all right? Okay. You and LV. All right, here we go. Check this out. This is going to be really good. I'm really excited about this. Oh, listen to that. Think that's loud enough? Oh, yeah. Yeah? Coolio with the flow live on Howard Stern featuring LV in the place where he takes his life. Oh, yeah, yeah. As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I take a look at my life and realize it's nothing left. Just I've been laughing and laughing so long that even my mama thinks that my mind is going But I ain't never crossed a man that didn't deserve it Me be treated like a punk, you know that's unheard of You better watch how you're talking and where you're walking Or you and your homies might be lying in chalk I really hate to trip, but I got a loaf As they croak, I see myself in the pistol smoke Fool, I'm the kind of G the little homies want to be like on my knees in the night They're prayers in the street life Them screaming most their lives Living in a gangsta's paradise
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