Translation: Zero, the. La Carioca.
Dear blank, I'm sorry, I blanked you're blank But you'd understand if you knew how much beer that I drank I know today is going too fucking slow So take
Did you know when you woke up today that you were gonna sign your life away? And you don't even believe in the NRA, now your body might just stay: Now
Go blank, go blank, go blank go Go blank, go blank, go blank go Go blank, go blank and start again Go blank, go blank, go blank go Go blank, go blank
Da Kurlzz: What!? Yo this is Da Kurlzz bitch! We ain?t just a gang mother fucker, But a way of life! Yo check it! This is my boy! Tha Producer! Tha
My car broke down in Arizona, have to ride the bus again, at ten-o-clock on Tuesday night, with thirteen cents and a broken pen. I put my backpack on
(Quipto) I'm the new Jack Nino On my own like C-Lo Got carried away Married to this game when I eloped Gone, imma take it further I'll learn her Soon
On Saturn I played dead at night Down where land and stars with sea intertwined With sea intertwined Come, to satiate the vicious Come, to please the
It's my fall and my leaves are the, the perfect shade, the perfect shade of red. Get me out of this league. Keep me under lock and key. I'm dangerous
Da Kurlzz: What! yo This is Da Kurlzz bitch! We aint just a gang motha fucka, but a way of life! Yo check it! this is my boy! THA PRODUCA Tha Producer
Se que me diras adios, no tienes que decirlo tu mirada habla No quiero escuchar tu voz, por que se metera mas dentro de mi alma Puedes dar la media vuelta
Madrugada es, intento estudiar, porque manana presento mi examen final. No puedo concentrarme, no se me queda nada, solo tu imagen hermosa mi pensamiento
Dear blank I'm sorry I blanked, You're blank, thought you'd understand if you knew how much beer that I drank. I know today is going too fucking slow
And you'll know it was me by the trail of demos Spare me the details, e-mails, memos Dookie-gold chain letter to whom it may concern Put this around your
You will find me everywhere In miserable shows of a cheap broadcast In the hatred, born from ignorance I am there...lurking On your walks across streets
Translation: Santiago, Alejandro. Dummies.
Translation: Banda XXI. Dummies Books.
Translation: Dre Dog. Tell Dat To Dummies.
