Bez Cenzury - Intro
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Orzeł - moje godło, Siwers moja godnośćReposta reprezentant razem czy osobno non stop
Ej tam weź to głośno Bez Cenzury - Klasyk
Volume max to i poszło
Panowie panie po raz n-ty was wita
Ero, JWP, Klika, jak skręty gruba nawijka
Niech to zamiata w klubach każdy parkiet
Zabić się tego nie uda przy tym inne style martwe
Niech się przedstawię, mówi Łysol w Warszawie kojarzony
z WWA, RST WA eki-ekipą
Głowy od pomysłów kipią, a wy słuchacie
Wjazd na scenę z kozak płytą, to koniec z grzecznym rapem
Inne utwory
Losowe utwory
Im going home
I left my home by the ocean,
I left my love by the sea,
Dreaming I could sing my songs in the city...
I thought the streets of London
Would be paved with gold,
But the only gold was in the setting sun,
And these city nights are so...
I left my love by the sea,
Dreaming I could sing my songs in the city...
I thought the streets of London
Would be paved with gold,
But the only gold was in the setting sun,
And these city nights are so...
Babycakes
If I open my mouth and I don t deliver
It s a big dead when I know
It s my only fissure
Little mind, small deal,
You are paling like a cracking jug
And I only die because I am feeling so wired,
It s a big dead when I know
It s my only fissure
Little mind, small deal,
You are paling like a cracking jug
And I only die because I am feeling so wired,
Little star
Twinkle, twinkle little star
how I wonder what you are
up above the world so high
like a diamond in the sky...
twinkle, twinkle little star
how I wonder what you are
Sometimes I wish that I had wings
and I could fly far away from here
far away...
how I wonder what you are
up above the world so high
like a diamond in the sky...
twinkle, twinkle little star
how I wonder what you are
Sometimes I wish that I had wings
and I could fly far away from here
far away...
Queremos pastel
No tengo lana no se ni que comprarte
y no hay palabras para felicitarte
no awanto más ya quiero festejarte
hechar desmadre ya quiero alcoholizarme
quiero ver tu nariz echa cagada
muerde el pastel no te va a pasar nada
quiero pegarle a la...
y no hay palabras para felicitarte
no awanto más ya quiero festejarte
hechar desmadre ya quiero alcoholizarme
quiero ver tu nariz echa cagada
muerde el pastel no te va a pasar nada
quiero pegarle a la...
Gotta be
Dont wanna make a scene,
i really dont care if people stare at us,
sometimes i think i m dreaming,
i pinch myself, just to see if i am awake or not.
is it real? what i feel, could it be you and me,
till...
i really dont care if people stare at us,
sometimes i think i m dreaming,
i pinch myself, just to see if i am awake or not.
is it real? what i feel, could it be you and me,
till...