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Beautiful summer day the sky so clear美丽的太阳岛多么令人神往The beautiful Sun Island how look attractive带着垂钓的鱼杆With the fishing rod fishing带着露营的篷帐With a camping tent我们来到了We came to the我们来到了We came to the小伙子背上六弦琴The boy on the back of the guitar姑娘们换好了游泳装The girls swimming suit for good猎手们忘不了心爱的猎枪The hunters forget beloved shotgun心爱的猎枪Beloved shotgunmusic......Music......幸福的热旺在青年心头燃烧Happy busy burning in the youth.带着真挚的爱情With sincere love带着美好的理想With the ideal of a better我们来到了We came to the我们来到了We came to the幸福的生活靠劳动创造Happy life by labor to create幸福的花儿靠汗水浇Happy flowers by sweat irrigated朋友们献出你智慧和力量Friends give you wisdom and strength明天会更美好Tomorrow will be bettermusic...Music...甜蜜的喜悦挂在姑娘眉梢Sweet joy hanging in the girl brow带着真挚的爱情With sincere love带着美好的理想With the ideal of a better我们来到了We came to the我们来到了We came to the幸福的生活靠劳动创造Happy life by labor to create幸福的花儿靠汗水浇Happy flowers by sweat irrigated朋友们献出你智慧和力量Friends give you wisdom and strength明天会更美好Tomorrow will be better明天会更美好Tomorrow will be better
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Original - Mystikal&Birdman&Lil Wayne(Mystikal what's poppin?Welcome to the team)I'm a political refugeeThat’s how the fuck I feltBirds for the summerHummers for the runnersCandy on the paint9 for the thunderThrow a couple hundredsFishing on a fishtailBig money shit, Cash Money oil wellHigh roller, shot caller, big bossOriginal, real nigga from the startHead huntin’, price on a nigga tabHit ‘em up for playing with a nigga mailNiggas sound better than BeethovenTo the beat that I rap overStay outta that medicine cabinetYeah, that what they told meThey giving us piss test cause we stay rollin’And know a nigga act better thana .45 caliber pistol when they loadingThey penalize us, tryna slow us downThey constantly fucking us upThat’s why we’re buck wildCall me porch monkey, call me jigabooWhen you know you wanna fuck my woman and eat my barbequeHow the fuck you gon’ watch my house?But don’t wanna live on my streetThe ape man told Tarzan: “how the fuck you better than me?”Rap, I run that rock and got a jump shotWho we got? that blood wife up in that white houseI took a look and didn’t sell outI was in the building, didn’t bail outHoping motherfucker didn’t fell outBack to the top from the jail houseNigga lace ‘em up, tie ya shoeCatch a cut, we know what pressure doBirds for the summerHummers for the runnersCandy on the paint9 for the thunderThrow a couple hundredsFishing on a fishtailBig money shit, Cash Money oil wellHigh roller, shot caller, big bossOriginal, real nigga from the startHead huntin’, price on a nigga tabHit ‘em up for playing with a nigga mailWho out c’here fucking with me, huh? tell me thatI’m ’bout to drop that shit, where my pamper at?Try to answer that, or give me my mantle backI bury you cockroaches, shoulda left me where I was atYou dun made that fucking bed, you dun built this fucking castleBuckwheat and his friend Alfalfacouldn’t do nothing with this little rascalI’m one slicker retarded, yeah nigga what the hellTalking Baby business, yea bitch dumb shitDon’t be fucking with me, cause you won’t get off easyI feel just like Drew Brees when they kick off football seasonHow I cut the ref, you can’t stop it from bleedingRappers better leave me alone if they wanna keep on breathingNow keep on starving and I’m gonna keep on eatingAnd you keep on sucking, and I’mma keep on skeetingNigga you can be the one bussing, or be the one fleeingNigga better keep on trucking,ain’t no motherfuckin’ trouble this eveningBirds for the summerHummers for the runnersCandy on the paint9 for the thunderThrow a couple hundredsFishing on a fishtailBig money shit, Cash Money oil wellHigh roller, shot caller, big bossOriginal, real nigga from the startHead huntin’, price on a nigga tabHit ‘em up for playing with a nigga mailUh, ain’t it crazy how shit be? that’s why I flush itI got the Tommy gun with the drum, that’s percussionI just popped a couple pain pills, self destructionI made something out of nothing, thanks for nothingI pistol whip ya bitch, knock her out, RobitussinRan up in your house, killed everybody, no discussionRep that motherfucking red flag like a RussianYeah, look, I told her: “baby, I’m a thrasher”We kissed, I lit her ass up then I ashed herNo hard feelings, no car dealing, but I shuffle my queensDuffle bag too heavy to carry to the car, my Mary in a jarI’m food, I let the haters add a little saltThat’s cool, I do it for all the niggas that tryAnd all the bitches I’ve fucked, and all my niggas that diedTunechiBirds for the summerHummers for the runnersCandy on the paint9 for the thunder (yeah)Throw a couple hundredsFishing on a fishtail (you know it wouldn’t be right without the boyyy)Big money shit, Cash Money oil wellHigh roller, shot caller, big boss (yeah)Original, real nigga from the start (Fee, you remember that?)Head huntin’, price on a nigga tabHit ‘em up for playing with a nigga mailYeah, we up there boy(They call me, erm, as a matter fact they don’t call me)Deep in this oceanYeah, helichoppers(I call them)Uptown, we in the building(As a matter of fact, I call them out)30504 boy, we the business, hah (haha)Yeah, billionaire minds, 100 (and the phone always of the hook)(You scared or something? haIf I was you I would be, haha)
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