Alfredo: Libiamo, libiamo ne'lieti calici che la belleza infiora. E la fuggevol ora s'inebrii a volutta. Libiamo ne'dolci fremiti che suscita l'amore
Seguir siguiendo al corazon Y coquetear con la intuicion Seguir creciendo y esquivando las rutinas Seguir sonando en un rincon Seguir creyendo que hay
chorus .. hate on a nagger than mean it throwing money in the air there is no reason to save it lift your glasses .. niggers gonna hate on us i am the
We-you becoming rotten down me my door Better result to me or you think like me Well you the people around are as though to be fast Being existent our
All around the country coast to coast People ask me what do i like most I don't want to brag, I don't want to boast I just tell em I like toast Yeah
I thought it was Easter time The way the light rose, rose that morning Lately you've been on my mind You showed me the rope, ropes to climb Over mountains
Ese era su oficio jamas su misero sueldo valio todo el sacrificio Los vapores del alcohol lo libraron de ese peso eligio mi compania y yo brindo por eso brindo
(talking) I wanna toast, on behalf of y'all 'Cause the more we get, the more we takin from other people baby Brooklyn! Here's a toast to all the dons
Verse Haven't I seen you here before, maybe you look like someone else. Your silhouette is like the devil, but your eyes are to blue for
Girls, I'd like to make a toast on the behalf of men Here's to the men we love Here's to the men who love us Here's to the men we love, who don't love
Ein Toast mit Käse Salami oder Schinken Ein Toast mit Blutwurst Liegt nicht drin Vergiss die Bockwurst Die schmeckt doch nur nach Abfall Ich will
Let's make a toast We ain't never going back to being broke Everyday stay stacking up the dough Let's make a toast (Let's make a toast, woah, oh) Yeah
I can barely hear you breathing. I like the sound of your voice. Sweetly soft, it kills me. There's something wrong with my toast. There's something wrong
Today I found a dollar on the sidewalk so I went and bought a jug of wine And I'll sit here in this alley and keep drinkin' Until the thoughts of mama
(Verse 1) Im tore up from the mothafukcin' floor up Golden grain to the brain Not really given no fuck A sloppy truck bed Huggin' ery' damn body Half
(Giuseppe Verdi - LA TRAVIATA) Libiamo, libiamo ne'lieti calici che la belleza infiora. E la fuggevol ora s'inebrii a voluttA . Libiamo ne'dolci fremiti
Swimming on the surface It's a hell of a lot safer up here Ain't prepared to dive But uncover all my darkest fears This ain't no covert operation I don