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Album: First Class Blues
Year: 1987
Quality: High
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Track listing:
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| 1. |
Bobby Blue Bland - After All.mp3 |
5.90 Mb |
download |
| 2. |
Bobby Blue Bland - Angel.mp3 |
8.43 Mb |
download |
| 3. |
Bobby Blue Bland - Can We Make Love Tonight.mp3 |
6.27 Mb |
download |
| 4. |
Bobby Blue Bland - Heart, Open Up Again.mp3 |
6.15 Mb |
download |
| 5. |
Bobby Blue Bland - I Hear You Thinkin'.mp3 |
8.18 Mb |
download |
| 6. |
Bobby Blue Bland - I've Just Got To Know.mp3 |
7.93 Mb |
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Bobby Blue Bland - In The Ghetto.mp3 |
6.90 Mb |
download |
| 8. |
Bobby Blue Bland - Love Me Or Leave Me.mp3 |
6.49 Mb |
download |
| 9. |
Bobby Blue Bland - Members Only.mp3 |
7.30 Mb |
download |
| 10. |
Bobby Blue Bland - Second Hand Heart.mp3 |
6.69 Mb |
download |
| 11. |
Bobby Blue Bland - St. James Infirmary.mp3 |
4.37 Mb |
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Bobby Blue Bland - Straight From The Shoulder.mp3 |
6.94 Mb |
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Bobby Blue Bland - Sunday Morning Love.mp3 |
10.13 Mb |
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| 14. |
Bobby Blue Bland - Sweet Woman's Love.mp3 |
6.56 Mb |
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Bobby Blue Bland - Two Steps From The Blues.mp3 |
5.94 Mb |
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Bobby Blue Bland - Walkin' And Talkin' And Singin' The Blues.mp3 |
6.91 Mb |
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Artist: Eminem
Song: No Love
Young money
Throw dirt on me, and grow a wild flower,
But it's fuck the world, get a child out her,
Yeah my life a bitch, but u know nothing bout her,
Been to hell and back, I can show you vouchers,
I roll in sweets, I'm smoking sour,
Married to the game, but she broke her vows,
That's why my bars, are full of broken bottles,
And my night stands are full of open bibles,
Ugh I think about more then I forget,
But I don't go around fire expecitng not to sweat,
And these niggers know I lay them down make your bed,
Bitches try to kick me while I'm down I break your leg,
Money out weighing problems on the triple beam,
I'm sticking to the script, you niggers skipping scenes,
Ugh be good or be good at it, fucking right I got my gun semi carter-matic.
Yeah put they dick in there mouth, so I guess it's fuck with they say,
I'm high as a bitch, up up and away, man I come down in a couple of days,
Okay you want me up in the cage, then I'll come out in big smoke,
I got this world stuck in a safe, cominbation is the cheat code,
It's weezy mother fucka blood gang and I'm in bleed mode, all about my dope but I don't even check the peep hole,
So you can keep knocking, but wont lock me down, no love lost, no love found.
It's a little to late to say that your sorry now, you kicked me when I was down, but what you say just don't hurt me (that's right, and I don't need you, don't wanan see you, bitch you get no love)
You showed me nothing but hate, you ran me into the ground but what comes around goes around, and you don't hurt me (that's right, and I don't need you, don't wanna see you, bitch you get no love)
Bitch you get no love.
No love x 7
I'm live again, more alive then I've been in my whole entire life,
I can see these people ears perk up as I begin, a spaz with a pin I'm a little bit sicker then most,
Shits gonna get thick again, they say the competition is stiff but I get a hard dick from this shit now stick it in,
I aint ever given in again, caution to the win complete freedom look at these rappers how I treat them so why the fuck would I join them, when I beat them,
They call me a freak cuz I like to spit on these pussy's before I eat them, man get these whack cock suckers stage where the fuck is Kanye when you need him,
Snatch the mic from them bitch ima let you finish in a minute yeah the rap was tight but ummm, ? got the greatest verse of all time so you might wanna go back to the lab tonight,
And um scribble out them rhymes you was gonna spit an start over from scratch and write new ones, but I'm afraid it aint gonna make no difference when I rip the shades and tear it in half tonight,
It's an adrenaline rush you feel the bass thump all the way to the parking lot fellow, set fire to the mic and ignite the crowd you can see the sparks from hot metal,
Cold hearted from the day I bogaurded the game I soul started, a rock fellow and I'm not even in my harshest you can see can get roasted, cuz marshal not mellow,
So on top, fill it from the top, I'm not gonna stop em, standing on my monopoly board, that's means I'm on top of my game, and it don't stop, till my hip don't hop anymore,
When you so good, that you can't say it cuz it aint even cool for you to sound cocky anymore,
People just get sick cuz you spit these fools drool & dribble a drop anymore, and you can't ever break my stride, you never slowed the momentum and at any minute I'm about to blow you never take my pride,
I'm killing the flow slow and venom, pwn niggers, no mercy mark my words, and let enough relentless I smell blood, I don't give a fuck keep given them hell, where was you when I fell and needed help up, you get no love,
It's a little to late to say that your sorry now, you kicked me when I was down, but what you say just don't hurt me (That's right, and I don't need you, don't wanna see you, bitch you get no love)
You showed me nothing but hate, you ran me into the ground but what comes around goes around, and you don't hurt me (That's right, and I don't need you, don't wanna see you, bitch you get no love)
Bitch you get no love.
No love x 7
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