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the Reindeer fly
It's choir singing fa la la la la
Go walking by

Singing and ringing ride along
And Church bells in the air
It seems so real, that you can feel
Jerry Jeff Walker, John Inmon, Fred Krc, Bob Livingston

Chorus:
They call us the gonzos, the gonzo compadres
Los cinco caballeros, mirado las
Para los que tienen miedo
vamo', arriba, tengan fe
pa' los que ya se la juegan
no se olviden lo que fue
pa' los que están enterrados
más allá
he’s talking about, ‘I wanna see you deceased’"

No doubt, to live and die in LA
California what you say about Los Angeles
Still the only place for
talking about, ‘I wanna see you deceased’

No doubt, to live and die in LA
California, what you say about Los Angeles
Still the only place for me
That never
fa cose pazze pazze e che cammina sopra i tetti la 
mattina io vado in giro fatto fatto con in tasca un pacco pacco di sostanze per 
farcire la
Rinne mé smaointiú i m'intinn
Is lean mé dó go cinnte
Go n-éalóinn ó mo mhuintir
Anonn chun 'Oileáin �ir
Tá mé ag déanamh impí
Ar
di speranza!
Ma il mio mistero e chiusoin me,
No, no, sulla tua bocca lo diro
quando la luce splendera!
Ed il mio bacio sciogliera il silenzio
che
inventare un altro universo
E giocare col mondo all' inverso, 'azzo!
Oh no!
L' onorevole mi fa che ora si da' da fare
La morale e' che la torta e' ancora
RM by night
So cazzi nostri
Marmitte Malossi
Borchie sui collari dei molossi
Le bevute ai mostri 
Street gossip
Appare fumo
Arriva la volante e
l'Italia ci vuol la mafia fra lo sai anche te
Per fare un morto di sbirri ce ne vogliono almeno 3
Per farmi ubriacare ci vuole Coca e Jack
Per farti
remember when we danced all night
Danced till we cried, we were so in lo-ove
No matter how much the time goes by
You'll always be my number-er one
My own
tuo disco lo prendo perché mi fai pena
Lava bene la bocca scemo ce l'hai piena
Prima ingoia la merda e rancore colazione e cena
Ho fatto fuori i
d'oltremare.Questa val vutango m.c., ed I want to be, che ai tempi di Ice T faceva l'O.C ., e quando fa le foto mima con le mani le pistole, fa pom-pom-pom se lo
boss
Però non c'hai il flow, neanche con le Air Force
Scrivo all night long, mica con l'iPhone
Ne faranno ancora come noi? Ormai (ah) no!
E la mia
words 
But he's talking about I want to see you deceased 

No doubt, to live and die in LA
California, what you say about Los Angeles
Still the only
talking about, ‘I wanna see you deceased’

No doubt, to live and die in LA
California, what you say about Los Angeles
Still the only place for me
That never
[Intro]
El sol calienta alla en lo alto
why la palma real nos alumbra
Orgullo de mi tierra cubana
Aqui no hay canto en vano

[Translation:]
Dance floor flooded, hands in the air
Bar in the back, ballers in the rear

Find me 'round there, bottles by the pair, yeah
All night 'cause it feels real
it all the way to Wakiki
Iron curtain, certain I pull a stocking and skirt-and
Fa-la-la-la, they run, and chill is chiller
Dynamo Duo burnt it,
side you got to know 

Keep a calico by the bedside, this what I'm all about 

Now which one of y'all motherfuckers shot up my momma's house? 

It
please nigga
Here we go - Just Blaze!

To all my niggas on the porch gettin they hair braided
Cornrowed by a L.A. bitch
And I can't forget, my niggas ridin
side you got to know 

Keep a calico by the bedside, this what I'm all about 

Now which one of y'all motherfuckers shot up my momma's house? 

It
you really want is segregation

Una palabra no dice nada
Why al mismo tiempo
Lo esconde todo
Como aquel viento que esconde el agua
Como las flores que
crush of bun b-lo,
Trust me though, you fuckin' with the lux regal,
What mud evil can clutch the untouched eagle?
See you at the summit, you plummet