dime que en la nieve un negro es un blanco perfecto que de todos los negros el mejor es el negro muerto que los negros normalmente no suelen equivocarse
Vertaling: Swart humor. Rap van wreedheid.
Once I gave a look to you But you never gave it back So here I stand expressionless But my memory's intact I guess the past is good for a laugh A comedy
Sweet, cunning eyes try to take from me You're too young, I'm too wise, this is parody A taste of what you like can be fatal sometimes Arms that hold
La mia esta en un banco... en un parque. Besos a cambio de dinero Mal comienzo, clima negro Solo llevo encima para un "adios" No tanto humor sobre
wanted to know, was it funny? Was it so funny it followed me down the street Greeting everybody like the good humor man And they got the taste of good humor
yo Vencedores vencidos! Te has fugado! Me hago humo! Den la alarma! Ensayo general para la alrma actual, teatro antidisturbios. Se rompe loca mi anatomía con el humor
hago el remolon. Me pongo a guevo, entre la espada y la pared. Grito por dentro; por fuera no me oigo ni yo. No pasa nada: se nos arrima el buen humor
Don't hurt me please" Rapist fill the TVs And the secret of their lives Is S.E.X.. I have dreams, I can see Carloads of negro Nazis Like Faust with beards
it funny? Was it so funny it followed me down the street Greeting everybody like the good humor man But an they got the taste of good humor but no ice
(feat. Neva Dinova) Well once I gave a look to you but you never gave it back So here I stand expressionless but my memory's intact I guess the past
Sweet cunning eyes try to take from me You're too young, I'm too wise this is parody A taste of what you likeA can be fatal sometimes Arms that hold you
Can?t you hear them raving? Those crazy dogs all around of you Exchanging heart for pain All those worlds that are seen As reality Excite, excite, excite
buscate una banda,te van a dar, ya no van de bar en bar,llevan comida pa llevar. No hay lugar para los hombres del espacio, un agujero negro me dejo el
de su armario es Boris El furgon del Dioni, cronicas de la Espana negra recuerdos de la infancia, la teta de Sabrina en Nochevieja Me hago viejo, atras quedo el real Humor
por su arrogancia ,se ve estupido y vencido, arrepentido al ver, quien quiso ser y nunca ha sido. Su autoestima esta danada, su ilusion vestida en negro
