El pueblo unido, jamas sera vencido, el pueblo unido jamas sera vencido... De pie, cantar que vamos a triunfar. Avanzan ya banderas de unidad. Y tu
e Da Partire Per Ritrovare Per Inseguire La Via Del Folk. Sono Dolcissime Sono Infinite Le Vie Del Folk Sono Santissime E Maledette Le Vie Del Folk Sono
e Da Partire Per Ritrovare Per Inseguire La Via Del Folk. Sono Dolcissime Sono Infinite Le Vie Del Folk Sono Santissime E Maledette Le Vie Del Folk
farina che la crusca te l'han propinata nei dieci anni prima! Deficiente! Non funziona, lo senti? Si Cerco una cosa piu folk!! Frapparapparappara...
near future Beer goggles bottle of brew and the punky brewster, puffin' Taking your title, no discussion Two shades darker Mr Parker on percussion [Verse 2] I m goin global so folk
for what whitey got and whitey has Can see your ass on pursuit to get cash To look thrash, to driving the latest jags To rock rags made by Italian fags
three months Warranty within that three months is like pre-nups: I take half, of everybody's sales, I don't give a fuck You're rap, R&B or, folk or country
promisqui Al decimo posto, per volere di Sua Santita, E' entrata finalmente "Lupus Et Agnum" Al nono posto, "La Figlia Del Cardinale" Una canzone folk
per Dio, chi vincer ci puo? Avanti Italia, Italia from dusk till down, where is now your Victory, for God made you the slave of Rome. Speranza Italia, Avanti popoli Italiani
the mic flip, metronome time skip, who will high-ship The brooklyn base scholar and them niggas past islip And ooh-ooh, I curse you with that fugee-la voodoo Will do you like italian
made it to Kansas City, Twelfth Street and Vine Nothin' standing there, high water everywhere High water rising the shacks are sliding down Folks lose their possessions, the folks
Early one mornin' the sun was shinin' I was layin' in bed Wonderin' if she'd changed at all If her hair was still red Her folks, they said our lives
He made it to Kansas City, Twelfth Street and Vine Nothin' standing there Highwater everywhere Highwater rising the shacks are sliding down Folks lose their possessions, the folks
I should like to consider the folk song, and expand briefly on a theory I have held for some time, to the effect that the reason most folk songs are so
think about coming back Chain smoke em, turn they lungs black See I was raised to love black, but sometimes Black folks wanna sweat you harder than the
Early one mornin' the sun was shinin' I was layin' in bed Wond'rin' if she'd changed at all If her hair was still red Her folks they said our lives together
cash, I guess that's better than gettin locked up, or gettin jammed with that shit I had rocked up, huh! Chorus: Now I heard that the South is where yo folks
