leanback英文歌

(Oh...Sweet Love)I didn't mean itWhen I said I didn't love you soI should've held on tightI never should've let you goI didnt know nothingI was stupidI was foolishI was lying to myselfI could not fathom that I would everBe without your loveNever imagined I'd beSitting here beside myselfCoz I didn't know youCoz I didn't know meBut I thought I knew everythingI never feltThe feeling that I'm feeling nowNow that I don'tHear your voiceOr haven't touched or kissed your lipsCoz I don't have a choiceOr what I wouldn't giveTo have you lying by my side right here Coz babyWhen you leftI lost a part of meIt's still so hard to believeCome back baby pleaseCoz we belong togetherWho else am I gonna lean onWhen times get roughWho's gonna talk to me on the phone Till the sun comes upWho's gonna take your placethere aint nobody there oh baby babyWe belong togetherI can't sleep at nightWhen you're all on my mindBobby Womack's on the radioSinging to me'If you think you're lonely now'Wait a minuteThis is too deep, too deepI gotta change the stationSo I turn the dialTrying to catch a breakAnd then I hear BabyfaceI only think of youAnd it's breaking my heartI'm trying to keep it togetherBut I'm falling apartI'm feeling all out of my elementI'm throwing thingsCryingTrying to figure outWhere the hell I went wrongThe pain reflected in this songAin't even half of whatI'm feeling insideI need youNeed you back in my life BabyWhen you leftI lost a part of meIt's still so hard to believeCome back baby pleaseCoz we belong togetherDon't Let Him Steal Your Heart Away---Phil Collins---Lrc:sunpzhYou were lonely and you needed a friendAnd he was there at the right time with the right smileJust a shoulder to lean onSomeone to tell you it'll all work out alrightDon't let him steal your heart awayNo, don't let him steal your heart awayDon't let him steal your heart awayNo, don't let him steal your heart awayYou can look at him the way you did meAnd hold him close say you're never letting goBut any fool can see you're fooling yourselfBut you ain't fooling meSo don't let him steal your heart awayNo, don't let him steal your heart awayAnd don't pack my suitcase, I'll be backAnd don't take my pictures off a' the wallOh, did you hear meDon't let him change a thing 'cos I'll be backJus tell him to pack his things and get out of your lifeAnd just give me one more chanceI'll show you I'm right, I'm right'Cos I've been thinking and I know it was me leaving you lonelyBut hoping you could be strongBut could you look at me straightTell me what else can I do but say I was wrong?So don't let him steal your heart awayNo, don't let him steal your heart awayWell he's gonna try to make it work for youMake you think your whole life's been leading to thisBut whatever you doThink about me and don't be fooled by his kissAnd don't let him steal your heart awayPlease, don't let him steal your heart awayAnd don't pack my suitcase, I'll be backAnd don't take my pictures off a' your wallOh, did you hear me?Don't let him change a thing 'cos I'll be backJus tell him to pack his thingsand get out of your lifeAnd just give me one more chanceI'll show you I'm rightYou know I'm rightYou were lonely and you needed a friendAnd he was there at the right time with the right smileJust a shoulder to lean onSomeone to say don't you worry it'll all be alrightBut he's no good for youHe'll make you think your whole life's been leading to thisAnd whatever you doThink about me, oh, and don't be fooled by his kiss* * *

歌曲名:Lean Back歌手:Terror Squad专辑:True StoryFat Joe Ft. Eminem, Mase & Lil Jon - Lean Back (Crunk Remix)Stop!It's the mother fucking remixUh yea Harlem in tactWho in the world wanna problem with that?For real I heard Harlem is backWho in the world wanna problem with that?Uh yea Harlem is backWho in the world wanna problem with that?You know I heard Harlem is backWho in the world wanna problem with that?(Let's Go!)Said my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pantsAnd do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean backCome onI said my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pantsAnd do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back Come onYo yo yo yo its deja vuAnd the day ya'll doIt'll be the day ya'll bleedWrist minus 80 degreesKing of Harlem ain't nobody made me leaveWho else could take 5 years offCold turkey come back and fly lears offCats front leave them leaning like SmirnoffIf haters wanna hate then its their lossCome up in the Rucker with all my Jake's onCar grills so big you can cook a steak onPeople hear Ma$e call em' wanna get their mase onYou hot 16 I'm a very great songBeen beating on the DJ before the Ma$e songYou play Clark Kent you better have your cape onPlenty homes Mansion many roomsMy necklace, 2 ex's and 3 Bentley bulls now lean backSaid my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pantsAnd do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean backCome on!I said my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pantsAnd do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean backYou don't want no problems with HarlemYou don't want no problems with the boogie down BronksterYou don't want no drama with the blond bomberOriginal don dotta of the blond bottleThe model from white AmericaThen Joe the spokesperson for the LatinoThen we got Ma$e back to represent everything else in betweenIncluding the percentages of the press we don'tThe best from each coastThe midwest to the dirty dirtyEven further to MiamiAll the way back to Californ-i-aIt would probably be best right now if I warned Dre to get on the horn andTell him about the storm coming all our waySo tell him pack grab a gat right now get on the floor I'll waitShake that ass a little more my wayBut baby I don't dance not that I can't there's a pistol in my pantsSaid my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pantsAnd do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean backCome on!I said my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pantsAnd do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean backCome on!No Judas or cowardice that Caine's brother Abel is able to stop meNigga not meGot the streets asking damn who can top PSummer jam killed it man they did it all with 1 beatI guess I'm bicoastal nowTook a down south brother to bring your boy outAs the wheel keeps spinningI can hear Niggars thinking Crack got one hit then he outNo Joey bring them semi's outForce you and yours to pour a little Henny outSo much rappers acting in the gameI had to tell them put the mic away and run and get your Emmy's outLean back mother fuckerThis here's a three peat we back at the RuckerIt's good coke crack preach it to your brotherThe mic more rap and preach you mother fuckerSaid my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pantsAnd do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean backCome on!I said my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pantsAnd do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean backCome on!Said my niggaz don't dance we just pull out a gatAnd say blow your block away, fuck niggaLean back, lean back, lean back, lean backI Said my niggaz don't dance we just pull out a gatAnd say blow your block away, bitch niggaLean back, lean back, lean back, lean backHey

Owwwwww!!!! yeah! my niggaz!!! uh huh!!!Throw your hands in the air right now man!!!Feel this shit right here! Scott Storch nigga!Yeah Khalid I see you nigga!!!Show Big Pun love! Uh! Yeah! Uh! Yo![Verse 1: Fat Joe]I don't give a fuck about your faults or mishappens niggaWe from the Bronx, New York, shit happensKids clappin, love to spark the placeHalf the niggaz in the squad got a scar on their faceIt's a cold world and this is iceHalf a mill for the charm, nigga this is lifeGot the Phantom in front of the buildin, Trinity AveTen years been legit, they still figure me badAs a young'n - was too much to cope withWhy you think – mu'fuckers nicknamed me Cook Coke shitShoulda been called Armed RobberyExtortion, or maybe Grand LarcenyI did it all, I put the pieces to the puzzleJust as long, I knew me and my peoples was 'gon bubbleCame out the gate on some Flow Joe shitFat nigga with the shotty was the logo kid![Chorus: Fat Joe]Said my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pantsAnd do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean backI said my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pantsAnd do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back(Come on!)[Verse 2: Remy Martin]R to the Ezzy, M to the YzzyMy arms stay breezy, the Don stay flizzyGot a date at 8, I'm in the 7-4-fizziveAnd I just bought a bike so I can ride till I dieWith a matchin jacket, 'bout to cop me a mansionMy niggaz in the club, but you know they not dancinWe gangsta, and gangstas don't dance with boogiesSo never mind how we got in here with burners and hoodiesListen we don't pay admission and the bouncers don't check usAnd we - walk around the metal detectorsAnd there really ain't a need for a VIP sectionIn the middle of the dance floor reckless, check itSaid he - liked my necklace, started relaxinNow that's what the fuck I call a chain reactionSee "Money Ain't a Thing" nigga, we still the same niggazFlows just changed now we bout to change the game nigga[Chorus: Fat Joe]Said my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pantsAnd do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean backI said my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pantsAnd do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back(Come on!)[Verse 3: Fat Joe]Now we living better now, Coogi sweater nowAnd that G4 can fly through any weather nowSee, niggaz get tight when you worth some millionsThis is why I sport the chinchilla to hurt they feelingsYou can find Joe Crack at all type of shitOut in Vegas front row to all the fights and shitIf 5-0 boy come, then they'd proudly squealCause half these rappers they +Blow+ like Derek ForealIf you cross the line, damn right I'm 'gon hurt yaThese faggot niggaz even made gang signs commercialEven Lil' Bow Wow throwin it upB2K crip walkin like that's what's up!Kay keep tellin me to speak about the RuckerMatter of fact, I don't wanna speak about the RuckerNot even Pee Wee Kirkland could imagine thisMy niggaz didn't have to play to win the championship, come on![Chorus: Fat Joe]Niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pantsAnd do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean backI said my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pantsAnd do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back(Come on!)[Outro: Fat Joe]Ha! ha! yeah! (Can you hear me?!)Bronx, BX borough, Terror Squad, uh (Ha!)Big Pun forever, Tone Montana forever (Can you hear me?!)Uh! Yeah! Streets is ours, come on!!!Nah man, it ain't never gon stopSearch!!! Raul!!! JB, Fat Ant come on!!! Uh!!

歌曲名:Lean Back [Remix Feat. Lil Jon, Eminem, Mase & Remy Martin] (Album Version - Amended)歌手:Fat Joe专辑:All Or Nothing歌词：Fat Joe Ft. Eminem, Mase & Lil Jon - Lean Back (Crunk Remix)Stop!It's the mother fucking remixUh yea Harlem in tactWho in the world wanna problem with that?For real I heard Harlem is backWho in the world wanna problem with that?Uh yea Harlem is backWho in the world wanna problem with that?You know I heard Harlem is backWho in the world wanna problem with that?(Let's Go!)Said my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pantsAnd do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean backCome onI said my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pantsAnd do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back Come onYo yo yo yo its deja vuAnd the day ya'll doIt'll be the day ya'll bleedWrist minus 80 degreesKing of Harlem ain't nobody made me leaveWho else could take 5 years offCold turkey come back and fly lears offCats front leave them leaning like SmirnoffIf haters wanna hate then its their lossCome up in the Rucker with all my Jake's onCar grills so big you can cook a steak onPeople hear Ma$e call em' wanna get their mase onYou hot 16 I'm a very great songBeen beating on the DJ before the Ma$e songYou play Clark Kent you better have your cape onPlenty homes Mansion many roomsMy necklace, 2 ex's and 3 Bentley bulls now lean backSaid my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pantsAnd do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean backCome on!I said my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pantsAnd do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean backYou don't want no problems with HarlemYou don't want no problems with the boogie down BronksterYou don't want no drama with the blond bomberOriginal don dotta of the blond bottleThe model from white AmericaThen Joe the spokesperson for the LatinoThen we got Ma$e back to represent everything else in betweenIncluding the percentages of the press we don'tThe best from each coastThe midwest to the dirty dirtyEven further to MiamiAll the way back to Californ-i-aIt would probably be best right now if I warned Dre to get on the horn andTell him about the storm coming all our waySo tell him pack grab a gat right now get on the floor I'll waitShake that ass a little more my wayBut baby I don't dance not that I can't there's a pistol in my pantsSaid my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pantsAnd do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean backCome on!I said my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pantsAnd do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean backCome on!No Judas or cowardice that Caine's brother Abel is able to stop meNigga not meGot the streets asking damn who can top PSummer jam killed it man they did it all with 1 beatI guess I'm bicoastal nowTook a down south brother to bring your boy outAs the wheel keeps spinningI can hear Niggars thinking Crack got one hit then he outNo Joey bring them semi's outForce you and yours to pour a little Henny outSo much rappers acting in the gameI had to tell them put the mic away and run and get your Emmy's outLean back mother fuckerThis here's a three peat we back at the RuckerIt's good coke crack preach it to your brotherThe mic more rap and preach you mother fuckerSaid my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pantsAnd do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean backCome on!I said my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pantsAnd do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean backCome on!Said my niggaz don't dance we just pull out a gatAnd say blow your block away, fuck niggaLean back, lean back, lean back, lean backI Said my niggaz don't dance we just pull out a gatAnd say blow your block away, bitch niggaLean back, lean back, lean back, lean backHey

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