Bianca's and Beatrice's are known for wetting matrices And bending over in the ill positions Bianca's and Beatrice's, they love the way I'm rapping this
Every week, move is small When he cared, when he did love When he knew, when he'd fall I hear she'd fall, ha, she fell Hear she'd fall, ha, she fell
Hangin' with my sweet amour She came out with a lion's roar Yellin' "I'm goin' to the corner store," Be back at quarter to four "Don't slam you pinkies
Hanging with my sweet amour She came out with a lion's roar Yelling, "I'm going to the corner store, Be back at quarter to four" "Don't slam your pinkies
Beatrice, come over here, come and lay yourself down Yeah tell me all about it to that lonesome sound Mmm, take a look outside, it's all a bit crazy People
Deja que la casa se caiga Que se queme la sopa Y que el vino se haga derrotas Pero no te quedes callada Ni te sientas esclava Cenicienta es un cuento
Just a little thought in the head of the one With the sunburnt cheeks and the eyes to the ground Making earwaxed tongue-tied gutter sounds Thinking of
O anima coctese mantoana Di cui la foma ancor nel mondo dura E durerà yuanto 'l mondo lontana L'aminco mio, e non de la ventura Ne la disterta
(feat. Kutt Calhoun) [Verse 1] I'm kickin' it with this chick up in the club I'm off The lou, and when you're on that caribou you know just what to
(feat. Kutt Calhoun) [Verse 1:] I'm kickin' it with this chick up in the club I'm off The lou, and when you're on that caribou You know just what to
Lunatica beatrice, fatta a forma di pensiero ci si infilano le notti, come dentro un buco nero... che la pace non ha cuore e il tuo cuore non da pace,
Beatrice come over here, come and lay yourself down yea tell me all about it to that lonesome sound Take a look outside, it's all a bit crazy People are
Every week, Move is small When he cared, When he did love When he knew, When he'd fall I hear she'd fall, Ha, she fell Here she'd fall, Ha, she fell (
[Lyrics: Lorenzo Partida] [Music: Juan Partida] Sufriendo delirante insomnio en caminos que devoran tu alma pesadas flores, envenenadas en ritos de
Suffering delirious insomnia On roads that devour your soul Heavy flowers Poisoned in rites of earthly misery Your spirit dies in exile Like a lonely
Перевод: Сэндлер, Адам. Пот Беатрис.
Перевод: Беатрис Адриана. Нет золотых монет Сой,.!.
Перевод: Беатрис Адриана. Las Margaritas.