away Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors Bang bang, go the boots on the floor Cry cry, for your lonely mother's son Clang clang, go the jail guitar
: (originally by AC/DC feat. Nas & Robyn Troup) Back in black I hit the sack I've been too long I'm glad to be back Yes I'm let loose From the noose
si creerle a esta gata negra porque se que esta fumando demasiada hierba! La otra noche, yo los vi decia la gatita por la puerta de karim regalando la guita
por salir a flote que se ahogaba cada noche en un bar. Quemando rueda en una furgoneta, quemando ficha pa? hacerla volar. Desde Torimbia a Playa las Negras
: Banderas en tu corazon. Yo quiero verlas Ondeando luzca el sol o no. Banderas rojas, banderas negras, De lienzo blanco en tu corazon.
ki ka eten du feu sa nan tanpete, eclair, l'orage ti moun'yo nou pa bezoin fe sovage negre ki te vole tenis pou mamwe yo se domage yon lot negre
by a undercover buyer My supplier was a Gypsie cab driver That's when I realized I need to find a new hustle Livin in the jungle The guitar became my
another you But as long as you will shadow me then I won't bear the fruits That will want to make me love you another night and another you Black guitar
him away Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors Bang bang, go the boots on the floor Cry cry, for your lonely mother's son Clang clang, go the jail guitar
I'm sittin' all alone in my room thinkin' about you, Your lips so sweet your hair so black your eyes so blue, Well I see you walk with another boy,
(originally by AC/DC feat. Nas & Robyn Troup) Back in black I hit the sack I've been too long I'm glad to be back Yes I'm let loose From the noose That
!, Esto es solo para perros, tu pecesito de colores muerden el ansuelo tu mierda hace pop te llaman pochoclero, lo mio es clasico negro estoy pal guitar
hazy Play me a sad song eyes get teary Play me a happy song and I?m getting cheery Give me a guitar and I?ll be strumming it Sing a Negro spiritual and
Hoy fui a pedir trabajo, me dijeron no hay contrato; si la guita sale en negro, yo me quedo sin churrasco. La pobre de Rosita jamas cobro en blanco y
Shh,quita,a mi nadie me grita, rulame ese maca,pasame esa cervecita, por filosofia barata es muy bonita, pero la guita es la guita,evita problemas nena
pompie ki ka eten du feu sa nan tanpete, eclair, l'orage ti moun'yo nou pa bezoin fe sovage negre ki te vole tenis pou mamwe yo se domage yon lot negre