Musica de Andy Mineo del Genero: Cristiana Todos los artistas y cantantes de mĂșsica de Cristiana son individuos talentosos y apasionados que dedican su vida a crear y compartir su arte con el mundo. Su mĂșsica de Andy Mineo tiene el poder de emocionarnos, inspirarnos y conectarnos a un nivel profundo. En este blog FoxMusica, exploraremos el mundo de los artistas y cantantes de mĂșsica del genero Cristiana, destacando su dedicaciĂłn, creatividad y contribuciones a la cultura.
Los artistas y cantantes de mĂșsica tienen la capacidad Ășnica de expresar sus emociones y experiencias a travĂ©s de su voz y talento musical. A travĂ©s de sus letras y melodĂas, nos llevan a un viaje emocional y nos permiten conectarnos con nuestras propias emociones.
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Michael Jackson Song Lyrics
Michael Jackson by Andy Mineo Yeah
I go by M-I-N-E-O
But it really donât matter
Bury me with no tombstone
I want you to know my Daddy
We donât seek Him, He come after
We donât reach Him, He the ladder
If you die and you donât know Him
Thatâs a weak end like a Saturday
This one for my misfits
Ah, what Iâm saying is we ainât being statistics
Naw, what I mean is the things you want me to get with
God is already ticked with
This is sin, case you missed it
She might be fine like tickets
Donât love Jesus, we canât kick it
âCause I been there, wish I didnât
Had to delete all them digits
They say, âJesus why you sit with, the sinners and the wicked?â
He looking for the sick because the well donât need physicians!
No we never fit in cause they look at how we livinâ
itâs evident that we giving every minute for the King
Even though we trip we think about our provision
and we get a couple sinners when we rest upon His name
Yeah
And this is how it all happened
Adam fell, now itâs all bad, Michael Jackson.
(Born sinner, b-b-b-born sinner)
This is bad, real bad, Michael Jackson
This is bad, real bad, Michael Jackson
Was a bad boy but my name ainât Diddy though
Way I rock my beard they probably think I was from Philly though
STL my home, you peep that bird on my fitted though
Go on ahead and cut me up
I donât think they can hear me though
Bang that bass, drop that thing
Go on ahead and let it flow
Raspy voice from the South
But my name ainât Mystikal
Used to run up on them boys
They look like what that pistol for
When Mike was rocking Billie Jean
I was a Smooth Criminal
(Letâs go)
Iâm talking bad, Mike Jackson Thriller
Iâm talking bad, jacket and zippers
You looking mad, like boy you tripping
But Iâm talking past, Iâve been forgiven
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
Remember when I used to eat WIC cheese for dinner
Daddy was gone, momma was gone
Had no choice, I toted chrome
Now I go and I preach the truth
Same blocks I hustled on
Thatâs bad
(Born sinner, b-b-b-born sinner)
This is bad, real bad, Michael Jackson
This is bad, real bad, Michael Jackson
Born sinner
You know how the line goes
Sardines with the wrath of God
This is mind blown
Thatâs a big deal
Rebel against the God, Who stretched the heavens
With His own fingers like an iPhone
Now what a relief, it shouldâve been me
But He didnât see it the same
He took up the cross to give me His life
The Truth created a way
He couldâve just thrown me away
Instead He would offer His grace
Somethinâ I didnât deserve
So Iâm living for Him in the flesh
And to die is my gain
Let-let-let me say that, say that again
He lived, He died, He rose to give me a raise
Christ crucified, yeah it happened
Now it ainât bad, all bad, Michael Jackson
(Born sinner, b-b-b-born sinner)
This is bad, real bad, Michael Jackson
This is bad, real bad, Michael Jackson
I was headed to death at the least
Fading with every breath âtil He beheaded the beast
A victim, of my own, poison
Impersonating a throne
Persuaded two-toned hearse waitinâ
An easy target for worst aiming
Fragrant for birth a walking curse verbatim
I was on that Kurt Cobain
But ainât the same this is that crowd flowa with no vain
Catch me riding in a clutch
Grim Reaper on my back
But I never been much of a deep sleeper
So excuse me for being eager to give them the truth
Instead of feedinâ the streets ether
(Born sinner, b-b-b-born sinner)
This is bad, real bad, Michael Jackson
This is bad, real bad, Michael Jackson
[Spoken]
Itâs your boy, Bubba Watson
Golf boys
1-1-6
Reach Records
Ex-hustler!
Michael Jackson, Iâm bad!
I donât know, I forgot