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Zilele Bucurestiului - 552 de ani de la prima atestare documentara

 
Delia Matache. Zilele Bucurestiului - 552 de ani de la prima atestare documentara.

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  1. Anonim21 septembrie 2011 la 20:09

    "Danza Kuduro" lyrics:

    El Orfanato
    Danza Kuduro (Plop, Plop, Plop…)
    Lucenzo
    El Rey…!

    La Mano Arriba
    Cintura Sola
    Da Media Vuelta
    Danza Kuduro
    No Te Canses Ahora
    Que Esto Sólo Empieza
    Mueve La Cabeza
    Danza Kuduro

    La Mano Arriba
    Cintura Sola
    Da Media Vuelta
    Danza Kuduro
    No Te Canses Ahora
    Que Esto Sólo Empieza
    Mueve La Cabeza
    Danza Kuduro

    Quien Puede Domar La Fuerza Del Mal Que Se Mete Por Tus Venas
    Lo Caliente Del Sol Que Se Te Metió Y No Te Deja Quieta, Nena
    Quien Puede Parar Eso Que Al Bailar Descontrola Tus Caderas (Sexy…!)
    Y Ese Fuego Que Quema Por Dentro Y Lento, Te Convierte En Fiera

    Con La Mano Arriba
    Cintura Sola
    Da Media Vuelta
    Sacude Duro
    No Te Quites Ahora
    Que Esto Sólo Empieza
    Mueve La Cabeza
    Sacude Duro

    Balança que é uma loucura
    Morena vem a meu lado
    Ninguém vai ficar parado
    Quero ver mexe kuduro
    Balançar que é uma loucura
    Morena vem a meu lado
    Ninguém vai ficar parado
    Oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi…
    Vem para quebrar kuduro, vamos dançar kuduro
    Oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi…
    Seja morena ou loira, vem balançar kuduro
    Oi, oi, oi…
    http://lyricstranslate.com

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  2. Anonim21 septembrie 2011 la 20:20

    Welcome to Saint-Tropez!
    Dj Antoine Vs Timati - Welcome To St. Tropez


    Get fresh, gotta stay fly
    Get the jet, I gotta stay high
    High up like a la la la
    Ain't nothin' here that my money can't buy
    Dolce, Gucci and Louis V
    Yacht so big I could live out in the sea
    You, for real? You can't see me
    In these Euro frames the whole world change
    Mad bitches, so much brought
    Spendin' like when I wanna fuck them all
    Get mad brain in my very fast car
    Ferrari v12 Maranello on my arm
    Ladies can't resist the charm
    Haters, kiss the ring of the Don
    And we do this all day, welcome to Saint Tropez

    Whoa, party now
    Too much money in the bank account
    Hands in the air make you scream and shout
    When we're in Saint-Tropez

    Whoa, party now
    Spending money in a large amount
    Hands in the air make you scream and shout
    When we're in Saint-Tropez

    Welcome to Saint-Tropez
    (Oh yeah)

    We make money, money we spending
    Get mad honey, swimming and women
    Imported linen, Egyptian cotton
    They party just started, the party ain't stoppin'
    Keep shit poppin', poppin' these bottles
    Haters keep hatin', fuckin' these models
    So much money like we own the lotto
    Pull up to a club in a white Murcielago
    He don't make dollars, he don't make cents
    He don't make you rich, he don't mean shit, shit
    We the shit. I mean, how much better can it get?
    Harleys, Maseratis, Gallardos, we make too much dough
    And we spend it all day, welcome to Saint-Tropez
    (Oh yeah)

    Whoa, party now
    Too much money in the bank account
    Hands in the air make you scream and shout
    When we're in Saint-Tropez

    Whoa, party now
    Too much money in the bank account
    Hands in the air make you scream and shout
    Find More lyrics at www.sweetslyrics.com
    When we're in Saint-Tropez

    Whoa, party now
    Spending money in a large amount
    Hands in the air make you scream and shout
    When we're in Saint-Tropez

    Whoa, party now
    Spending money in a large amount
    Hands in the air make you scream and shout
    When we're in Saint-Tropez

    Ladies and gentlemen, tonight, all the way from Moscow, Russia
    Give a warm welcome for heavy weight rap champion B smooth
    So make some noise for the one and only, Mr. Black Star!

    Get it up, don't stop your body
    Come on ladies, let's get naughty
    Get it up, now everybody
    Come on girls, here comes the daddy

    Get it up, don't stop your body
    Get it up, again your body
    Get it up, now everybody
    Get it up for music!

    Whoa, party now
    Too much money in the bank account
    Hands in the air make you scream and shout
    When we're in Saint-Tropez

    Whoa, party now
    Too much money in the bank account
    Hands in the air make you scream and shout
    When we're in Saint-Tropez

    Whoa, party now
    Spending money in a large amount
    Hands in the air make you scream and shout
    When we're in Saint-Tropez

    Whoa, party now
    Spending money in a large amount
    Hands in the air make you scream and shout
    When we're in Saint-Tropez

    Welcome to Saint-Tropez.

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