Hey pol niggers

>>132412127
Has enveloped me, has enveloped.
You're like my grade - mariuanna.
The sky in diamonds - summer flew.
You're my baby, the daughter of a carnival.
Move baby, princess of the ball.
Night of change - thought rastamana.
Until tired - the music played.
Someone smoked - someone was imbedded!
This fool is a fool, and she's us.
I thought I flew to warmer places.
Summer, sea, sand, but I'm not enough for you.
I dance in the floor - hands in the ceiling of the hall.
From where I fell I will not return.
Miraculously he drew and took with her sadness.
This is our life and it is always not enough.
I dance in the floor - hands in the ceiling of the hall.

Go to everybody shake your ass.
Go, move everybody is my favorite show.
The head rocked the bachata and gave mannama.
Blavoval plan in the halves of the cook.
Butora give us the shaft!
When will this day you sing to yourself.
About me, for love, for my mother, for my brother,
And then fate will bend the attacker!
A-TA-MAN ... I'm like A-TA-MAN.
In a hot tango-music lover I am ruled by a bad man.
Dance! So primitive! Dance! So impulsively!
Dance! The daughter of a carnival.
There were not enough of you on the dance floor.

[X2]
I got love a feel
I got you my mind
I got love my skill
My la-la-la-love

We will veil the windows, we will again be a princess and a despot.
Lovers can not take your ardor, kuraleshim.
We are free to fall together for years.

For a moment fly around the planet for nothing,
That drips the rain - sadness and sadness.
But you illumined freedom with the light of goodness,
Hips moved in the dance.
You are my rumba, you are my samba,
You are my salsa, you are my tango.
Smoke is poured, Volume is chopped,
In this embrace with me fly.

Refrain: [x2]
Fly with me, fly with me.
Fly with me, fly with me.
Smoke is poured, Volume is chopped,
In this embrace with me fly.

[X2]
I got love a feel
I got you my mind
I got love my skill
My la-la-la-love

>>132412176
Verse: Rem Digga
It's just a game maybe,
Even your nakedness.
Wow, baby, I do not believe, but fall in my hands, my beauty.
We are with you without a guide so it is necessary,
I touched my soul, I'm sweet to you, lambada.
To bunt drunk, there is a bit, do not pity saba,
I'm burning with you like a shmal, let the heat in the pubs!
I am ready and I will arrange for you all lois,
Who can make noise (make some noise)
Heat until morning in a frenzy crowd,
But I only look at you, do you believe ma?
And when the club starts to nod in the morning,
I'll steal you like Azor rose.
I'll smile in silence and say simply:
Come to me, Sun, weave braids.

Weave braids, weave braids.
Come to me, Sun, weave braids.
Weave braids.

>>132412127
its trash my man

>>132412794
But I wanted to hear niggas opinion, not romanian