Traduzione: Andrew Sisters. Beat Me Daddy Eight To The Bar.
Traduzione: Bing Crosby The Andrews Sisters. Beat Me Daddy Eight To The Bar.
Traduzione: Will Bradley. Beat Me Daddy Eight To The Bar.
There's a guy who plays the best piano by far He can play piano any way that you like it But the way he likes it best is eight to the bar When he
Featuring Tension, Biko, Kaso, Bruno, Mastino, **skratches** Sono un'alchimista ..??.. questi assi in pista ah si, si asfissia con merda d'altista
notion with the motion Then you're out on the floor Fahrenheit, one hundred and two Centigrade, it's getting to you Your heart is beating, eight to the bar
scars beyond this one bar for me to put down my guard, I'm faced with it, I'm a ride breakin in gas with the six-eight all day In and out with my
me the green light, ain't no stopping my game I hid my necklace in my pocket, ain't no bopping my chain Let's go post up by the bar, drink Grey Goose
reality when they rhyme That's why they write about bricks and only dealt wit dimes Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car Nascar, truck wit a crash bar
40 bottle Meet up with Jah-Sun, we just the freshest Pass your front line, fuck your guest list Who is this? Slide to the bar see Drinkin Bacardi, no
heat go Like rain through ya big-body window You didn't know? YO... Wait a minute, I roll with the slab dog J-Core Eight Ways, P-Tab y'all You can call
your yarmulke Its time for Chanukah So much funnaka To celebrate Chanukah Chanukah is the festival of lights Instead of one day of presents We get eight
a lake, a pool.. and a jacuzzi baby But it's still McDonald's.. and a movie baby That's so crazy! [Ali] Check I'm at the bar, industry party, caviar
chill together you ain't hanging with me This is for all my thugs thugging, keep banging your three All my hustlers keep clubbing slanging yo E Six brought my first bar, eight
you'll Do some Jesus advertising, join the theocratic side and We'll see the Son risin' [Chorus] [The Ambassador] Will the real Jesus please stand up, wait there's eight
the score is over The symphony dears the folded chairs And walk towards the snack bar And I forget what the libretto was all about At eight o'clock you
company jump eight-to-the-bar He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B Toot-toot-toot, toot-diddelyada, toot-diddelyada Toot, toot, he blows it eight-to-the-bar