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![den här låten ät tillägnad till Mohamed "yariis" Takow
This the type of song that make the angels cry,
i look up in the sky and i wonder why?
why you had to go, go
I know its better on the other side,
you were chosen from the start
never gon let you go,
[The Game]
Whos mohamed takow,
Your mohamed takow,
Im mohamed takow,
We all mohamed takow ,
I guess what Im asking is everybody bow their head for a legend dont breathe for a second,
now let the air out, grab the hand of somebody you care about,
so you can hear my message, my confession,
someone tell Usher, i seen the moonwalk, i guess the young thriller touched him, like he touched me, like he touched you,
so carry on his legacy, something i must do, so i trust you lighting candles, concrete visuals, me and my brothers listen to jackson 5 in the living room,
first thing i did when i heard was call puff,
cos him and yariis tried to stop the beef between us,
who was us? Me and fifty, that beef is dead, him and yariis gonna take us to the ledge.
[Chorus]
As Im pouring out this liquor candles start to flicker,
when list (?) my air ones, MJ was my nigger.
Not the one that play ball, the one with the hollywood star,
and since im a hollywood star imma tell you my story,
never had a family that close, never see Barry Gordy walking through interscope,
just like me they always had yariis in a scope,
no matter what you say,
imma love him and hes still dope,
let me take you back to 95 when i was in a zone, dancing for my momma thriller jacket with all the zippers on,
now im doing 90 bout to crash in this Aston,
listening to Outcast, Im sorry Mrs Jackson,
anything i can ever do to better you your son was our king so we wont Corretta you,
Im writing this letter to all the bergsjön kids, we all bergsjön kids, time to let us through.
This the kind of song that make the angels cry,
look up in the sky and ask God, why o why why
Do we live and let die
This the kind of song that make the angels cry,
look up in the sky and ask God, why o why why
Do we live and let, live and let die.](http://cdn07.dayviews.com/76/_u2/_u0/_u9/_u4/_u8/_u4/u2094842/96465_1259762598/den_har_laten_at_tillagnad_till_Mohamed_yariis_Takow_This_the_type_of_song_that_make_the_angels_cry.jpg)
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den här låten ät tillägnad till Mohamed "yariis" Takow
This the type of song that make the angels cry,
i look up in the sky and i wonder why?
why you had to go, go
I know its better on the other side,
you were chosen from the start
never gon let you go,
[The Game]
Whos mohamed takow,
Your mohamed takow,
Im mohamed takow,
We all mohamed takow ,
I guess what Im asking is everybody bow their head for a legend dont breathe for a second,
now let the air out, grab the hand of somebody you care about,
so you can hear my message, my confession,
someone tell Usher, i seen the moonwalk, i guess the young thriller touched him, like he touched me, like he touched you,
so carry on his legacy, something i must do, so i trust you lighting candles, concrete visuals, me and my brothers listen to jackson 5 in the living room,
first thing i did when i heard was call puff,
cos him and yariis tried to stop the beef between us,
who was us? Me and fifty, that beef is dead, him and yariis gonna take us to the ledge.
[Chorus]
As Im pouring out this liquor candles start to flicker,
when list (?) my air ones, MJ was my nigger.
Not the one that play ball, the one with the hollywood star,
and since im a hollywood star imma tell you my story,
never had a family that close, never see Barry Gordy walking through interscope,
just like me they always had yariis in a scope,
no matter what you say,
imma love him and hes still dope,
let me take you back to 95 when i was in a zone, dancing for my momma thriller jacket with all the zippers on,
now im doing 90 bout to crash in this Aston,
listening to Outcast, Im sorry Mrs Jackson,
anything i can ever do to better you your son was our king so we wont Corretta you,
Im writing this letter to all the bergsjön kids, we all bergsjön kids, time to let us through.
This the kind of song that make the angels cry,
look up in the sky and ask God, why o why why
Do we live and let die
This the kind of song that make the angels cry,
look up in the sky and ask God, why o why why
Do we live and let, live and let die.
This the type of song that make the angels cry,
i look up in the sky and i wonder why?
why you had to go, go
I know its better on the other side,
you were chosen from the start
never gon let you go,
[The Game]
Whos mohamed takow,
Your mohamed takow,
Im mohamed takow,
We all mohamed takow ,
I guess what Im asking is everybody bow their head for a legend dont breathe for a second,
now let the air out, grab the hand of somebody you care about,
so you can hear my message, my confession,
someone tell Usher, i seen the moonwalk, i guess the young thriller touched him, like he touched me, like he touched you,
so carry on his legacy, something i must do, so i trust you lighting candles, concrete visuals, me and my brothers listen to jackson 5 in the living room,
first thing i did when i heard was call puff,
cos him and yariis tried to stop the beef between us,
who was us? Me and fifty, that beef is dead, him and yariis gonna take us to the ledge.
[Chorus]
As Im pouring out this liquor candles start to flicker,
when list (?) my air ones, MJ was my nigger.
Not the one that play ball, the one with the hollywood star,
and since im a hollywood star imma tell you my story,
never had a family that close, never see Barry Gordy walking through interscope,
just like me they always had yariis in a scope,
no matter what you say,
imma love him and hes still dope,
let me take you back to 95 when i was in a zone, dancing for my momma thriller jacket with all the zippers on,
now im doing 90 bout to crash in this Aston,
listening to Outcast, Im sorry Mrs Jackson,
anything i can ever do to better you your son was our king so we wont Corretta you,
Im writing this letter to all the bergsjön kids, we all bergsjön kids, time to let us through.
This the kind of song that make the angels cry,
look up in the sky and ask God, why o why why
Do we live and let die
This the kind of song that make the angels cry,
look up in the sky and ask God, why o why why
Do we live and let, live and let die.
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eyy hussein det är the game chris brown p diddy och dom som sjunger till michell jackson men du byte till mohamed yariis eller hur
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