Traduction: Chitãozinho \u0026amp; Xororó. Mon café du matin.
el pulgar en la boca y me inflo como un globo? nos estacionamos en un arbol de algarrobo vamonos que el tiempo es oro la noche a da'o un estiron y tengo
[sampling Kate Nash - Skeleton Song] [Verse 1:] When the bass knock, the beat so hard Got the 808 drum to make your face knot Other rappers they chill
(I can't stop I won't stop I can't stop I won't stop I can't stop) Mama's in the bedroom Don't you stop Little picture and a piece of cloth You can be
Cette nuit, c'est formidable Cette nuit, si tu savais Si tu savais le voyage Que j'ai fait les yeux fermes Je partais a la montagne Avec la serveuse du
Smokin any thing that I can fit in a pipe slammin bottles of tussin and going fishing for pike Never uptight my high won't permit it my problem's life
Hold the milk, put back the sugar they are powerless to console We've gathered here to sprinkle ashes from our late friend's cereal bowl. Breakfast Clubbers
Hold the milk, put back the sugar They are powerless to console We've gathered here to sprinkle ashes from our late friend's cereal bowl. Breakfast Clubbers
Unfortunate positions That I have held They pale in to insignificance Now that I have experiences A Saturday that?s cold and black Is not the same And
Get up in the morning Pack myself a fresh one for my head Pour myself a cup of coffee Try to drag my sorry ass from bed There's only one way to start
I had a hard time waking this morning I got a lotta things on my mind Like those friends of yours, they keep bringing me down Just hangin' round all the
So cold with it protentcy of the beat is consistant with the fact that most did it prolific not shakin or stirred in da presence of those niggas herbs
Hold the milk, put back the sugar They are powerless to console We've gathered here to sprinkle ashes From our late friend's cereal bowl Breakfast Clubbers
inyecto el pulgar En la boca y me inflo como un globoo Nos estacionamos en un arbol de algarrobo Vamonos que el tiempo es oro La noche a da'o un estiron
Me want a soft boiled cookie And a glass of cookie juice on the side Or for a change one morning Me will have cookies scrambled or fried It isn't
If you like it I might drop by All the flowers you gave me Were stored away with your memory You stand so well All by yourself I'm beaten and fancy I
