zene pratile vojnike. Znam cmizdrili nisu junaci sa Sparte, srecom u kupeu nikog pored mene - Dobro vece, molim vase vozne karte, trebaju mi nocas neke drage zene
Volim, volim, volim, volim zene Ali one malo manje vole mene Zaljubim se pet-sest puta U roku od tri minuta Volim, volim, volim, volim zene Kada ja
lijepe zene prolaze kroz grad ja na uglu stojim sasvim sam prolaze one i gledaju mene vec dugo ja ne vidjeh hrpu tako lijepe zene nema sumnje lijepe su
a u mraku sobe miris kose njene lebdi svuda oko mene noci su ovdje ravnodusne sjene kada spavam zaklanjam lice i uvijek sanjam tople usne zene kako me
Fordítás: Corba Riblja. Volim, Volim Zene.
Fordítás: Tankcsapda. A Zene A Minden.
[singing:] You can't love, but I bet ya Yo can't hine yeah [Verse 1:] Here we Gooo The 1st time aroud I left the cars at the house And I put the diamonds
(C'mon y'all, c'mon y'all, c'mon y'all) Put yo' hands up Miley, Miley, Miley, Miley (C'mon y'all, c'mon y'all, c'mon y'all) Everybody put yo' hands up
Vibin' to the music, this is how we do it all night Breezin' down the freeway just me and my baby in our ride Just me and my boss, no worries at all Listening
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh This is mattress music Hey, yeah Oh, la, la, la, na, na, na Now I'mma give it to you, baby, just the way you like it, aye And I can
Everybody put your hands up! I'm gonna pull on my dancing shoes And find a crazy outfit 'cause tonight it's all about you I can't wait till I show you
Is it cruel or kind not to speak my mind And to lie to you rather than hurt you? Well, I'll confess all of of my sins After several large gins But still
[Drake Chrous] Wouldve came back for you , I just needed time, to do what I had to do caught in the life, I cant let it go whether thats right I will
When you're swallowing all your pride Do you need somewhere a place to hide A smile from your face Where the light comes shining through All its strength
(Muevelo) (Subelo) Tico era un Boricua de Manhattan Cantaba en el subway Con su beat box y su electric guitar Por las noches era DJ Se paraban en las
Everybody wanna be fly til you swat 'em But who am I to talk? I aint shittin' roses We in in the same picture but we all got different poses I'm looking
What? Everybody over there What? Do you want that funky soul, yo? Come on, hit it They don't want music, they don't know how to use it All they want,
