Question

three的歌词

布兰妮

Answer 1

　　Britney Spears 布兰妮 斯皮尔斯
　　1, 2, 3, Not only you and me Got one eighty degrees And I'm caught in between Countin 1, 2, 3 Peter, Paul & Mary Gettin' down with 3P Everybody loves Countin
　　1，2，3 不只我们两个在玩爱情80度, 我要做夹心饼干,开始报数 1，2，3 , 彼得，保罗和玛丽趴下大玩三重乐趣 人人都爱,开始报数
　　Babe, pick a night To come out and play If it's alright What do you say?
　　宝贝，挑个夜晚使出浑身解数,这就扛上了 你想说什么?
　　Merrier the more Triple fun that way Twister on the floor What do you say?
　　越多越好 就爱三重乐趣,在地板上缠绵 你想说什么？
　　Are - you in Livin' in sin is the new thing (yeah) Are - you in I am countin!
　　你嘿咻完没 好奇是个罪 你嘿咻完没 开始报数
　　1, 2, 3 Not only you and me Got one eighty degrees And I'm caught in between Countin 1, 2, 3 Peter, Paul & Mary Gettin' down with 3P Everybody loves Countin
　　1，2，3 不只我们两个在玩爱情80度, 我要做夹心饼干,开始报数 1，2，3 , 彼得，保罗和玛丽趴下大玩三重乐趣 人人都爱,开始报数
　　Three is a charm Two is not the same I don't see the harm So are you game?
　　三是重度魅力 二是与众不同 危害并不存在 游戏刚开始
　　Lets make a team Make 'em say my name Lovin' the extreme Now are you game?
　　让我们组个三重对 互相取个名字 就爱极端方式 游戏正式开始
　　Are - you in Livin' in sin is the new thing Are - you in I am countin'!
　　你嘿咻完没 好奇是个罪 你嘿咻完没 开始报数
　　1, 2, 3 Not only you and me Got one eighty degrees And I'm caught in between Countin 1, 2, 3 Peter, Paul & Mary Gettin' down with 3P Everybody loves
　　1，2，3 不只我们两个在玩爱情80度, 我要做夹心饼干,开始报数 1，2，3 , 彼得，保罗和玛丽趴下大玩三重乐趣 人人都爱,开始报数
　　What we do is innocent Just for fun and nothin meant If you don't like the company Let's just do it you and me You and me... Or three... Or four... - On the floor
　　我们所作所为纯洁无罪,违背伦理又如何,我要的就是快感 如果你你不喜欢职业性❤ 那就只有你和我 你和我... 或3个.... 或4 .... 在地板上

Answer 2

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Homey if I go to hell and you make it to heaven
Just get me to the gate, and I'll talk my way in
Got a gift, I'm special with the flow I'm good
Shit, I done talk my way out of the hood
Homey if I go to hell and you make it to heaven
Just get me to the gate, and I'll talk my way in
Got a gift, I'm special with the flow I'm good
Shit, I done talk my way out of the hood

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Now if you followed my footsteps and walked through my shoes
You wouldn't go against me cause you know you would lose
It's been along time comin I done paid my dues
Now everytime I turn around it's like I'm back in the news
I know alot of niggaz want me wearin cement shoes
And Uncle Tom niggaz wanna see me locked up to
Around the same time KRS was writin Black Cop
I was busy tryin to pump cracks in the black blocks
Poppin shit to my homeys about how my gat pop
Got rid of that chrome thing and got back a black glock
P ninety hold ten but I had six shots
I used to walk around with it and risk gettin knocked
I bought a fresh box of bullets from Old Man Sam
Wanted to shoot a nigga so bad it was itchin my hand
Some shot it out with me, and some of them ran
And some of them dashed were good and some of them jammed

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Homey if I go to hell and you make it to heaven
Just get me to the gate, and I'll talk my way in
Got a gift, I'm special with the flow I'm good
Shit, I done talk my way out of the hood
Homey if I go to hell and you make it to heaven
Just get me to the gate, and I'll talk my way in
Got a gift, I'm special with the flow I'm good
Shit, I done talk my way out of the hood

[Verse 2: Havoc]
Now if you take a good look and look into my face
And if they wouldn't even dare to violate my space
Som I did so much dirt I'm tryin to clean my slate
And ate so many niggaz food and now they want mines ate
The dogs bark when I walk and since the souls I took
Moms pray for me with her right hand on the good book
Saw shots fly by me no I shouldn't been trippin
The Pulp Fiction must have been God's divine intervention
Wouldn't thought then from that, I learned my lesson
And clean my act up and go straight to perfection
Uncle La got knocked the feds hit it with seven
And left me with the fifty cal and a mac eleven
Start everything from everything from heads to the worries
And had half the hood damn near watned to mirk us
Found myself askin God what the fuck is my purpose
You go to heaven, know I'm foul but put a good word in

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Homey if I go to hell and you make it to heaven
Just get me to the gate, and I'll talk my way in
Got a gift, I'm special with the flow I'm good
Shit, I done talk my way out of the hood
Homey if I go to hell and you make it to heaven
Just get me to the gate, and I'll talk my way in
Got a gift, I'm special with the flow I'm good
Shit, I done talk my way out of the hood

[Verse 3: Prodigy]
Now homey if I go to hell and you make it to the pearly gates
Tell the boss man we got beef
And tell his only son I'm a see him when I see him
And when I see him, I'm a beat him like a movie
For leavin us out to dry on stariught poverty
For not showin me no signs they watchin over me
Yo! We a new breed in two thousand six
We don't give a fuck about that religious bullshit
Nigga show me where the cash at
The nice whips with the three car garage to fit them shits
Man my life is painful, pray to angels
I'm prayin to myself hopin I ain't got to spank you
My bullets shank you, and when my guns start cuttin, ain't nobody 'gon save you
In the bible times, they ain't had to deal with the shit
We dealin within, these survival times

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Homey if I go to hell and you make it to heaven
Just get me to the gate, and I'll talk my way in
Got a gift, I'm special with the flow I'm good
Shit, I done talk my way out of the hood
Homey if I go to hell and you make it to heaven
Just get me to the gate, and I'll talk my way in
Got a gift, I'm special with the flow I'm good
Shit, I done talk my way out of the hood