Leonardo - The Wartburg Choir

One day as i was thinking walking down the block I seen some fucking cops Dumb niggas was eyeing please get off my cock They Worried bout a young nigga While niggas out here dying man this shit wont ever stop Lil nigga what you thought Fuck your beliefs That's another Problem then there's black and white Jesus Christ Niggas can't get shit right But they fearing us to the T Hopefully you get what i mean Brainstorming early morning while I'm sipping my tea Since a younging nothing changed only size of the tee Imagine walking round fake smile Cause these people in denial And they don't understand im still a motherfucking child But we curious Shit gets hot nothing mild then they furious Move too fast they never hearing us Maybe needed guidance But we made of fucking armor call us the fucking Titans We tired of fucking fighting Running from the pigs would've thought that he was lightning There's No, paradise In this paradime Never clean Fuck the rules at this point im just doing what i need Every single time I try somethings getting in between Like I don't even got to try I'm still getting in between Had her shaking wall to wall man this shits a fucking breeze Then she told me she need more man i had to fucking leave Said I killed her and these rumors what the fuck about a She said i killed her and these rumors what the fuck about a scene Then i got her out them jeans but i aint mixing up these genes

عصفور طل من الشباك قالى يا نونو خبينى عندك خبينى دخلك يا نونو قلتله انت من وين قالى من حدود السما قلتله جاى من وين قالى من بيت الجيران قلتله خايف من مين قالى من القفص هربان قلتله ريشاتك وين قالى فرفتها الزمان عصفور طل من الشباك قالى يا نونو خبينى عندك خبينى دخلك يا نونو نزلت ع خده دمعه وجناحاته متكيه واتهدى بالأرض وقال بدى امشى وما فيه نزلت على خده دمعه وجناحاته متكيه واتهدى بالأرض وقال بدى امشى وما فيه

Não me mande embora, não sou seu amante Eu sou o seu homem, e vim te buscar Você vem comigo, por bem ou por mal Ou pego esses machos e quebro no pau Eu viro o bicho, mas levo você Não me mande embora, não sou seu amante Eu sou o seu homem, e vim te buscar Você vem comigo, por bem ou por mal Ou pego esses machos e quebro no pau Eu viro o bicho, mas levo você Sou eu que trabalho e pago sua bebida Sua roupa, seu carro e sua comida Por isso eu quero e tenho direito Te der você, mulher safada, pra mim Por isso eu quero e tenho direito Te der você, mulher safada, pra mim Não me mande embora, não sou seu amante Eu sou o seu homem e vim te buscar Você vem comigo, por bem ou por mal Ou pego esses machos e quebro no pau Eu viro o bicho, mas levo você Sou eu que trabalho e pago sua bebida Sua roupa, seu carro, a sua comida Por isso eu quero e tenho direito Te der você, mulher safada, pra mim Por isso eu quero e tenho direito Te der você, mulher safada, pra mim

Chiquillada, chiquillada, chiquillada Ja, ja Pantalón cortito Bolsita de mis recuerdos Pantalón cortito Con un solo tirador Con cinco medias hicimos la pelota Y aquella misma siesta, perdimos por un gol Una perrita que andaba abandonada Pasó a ser la mascota del cuadro que ganó Pantalón cortito Bolsita de mis recuerdos Pantalón cortito Con un solo tirador Dice el abuelo que los días de brisa Los angeles chiquitos se vienen desde el sol Y bailotean prendidos al barrilete Flores del primer cielo, caña y papel color Ay, pantalón cortito Bolsita de los recuerdos Pantalón cortito Con un solo tirador Media galleta, rompiendo los bolsillos Palitos mojarreros, saltitos de gorrión Los muchachitos de toda la manzana Cuando el sol está que pela Se van pa'l cañadón Eh, pantalón cortito Bolsita de mis recuerdos Pantalón cortito Con un solo tirador Yo ya no entiendo, que quieren los vecino Uno nunca hace nada, y ya cual más rezongón La calle es libre si queremos pasarla Corriendo tras del aro, llevando el andador Ay, pantalón cortito Bolsita de los recuerdos Pantalón cortito Con un solo tirador Bolita linda, ojito cristalino Te juro, no te entrego Aúnque gane, el matón Dos dientes e' leche me costaste, bolita La soba de la vieja, pero te tengo yo Hey, pantalón cortito Bolsita de los recuerdos Pantalón cortito Con un solo tirador Fiesta en los charcos cuando para la lluvia Caracoles y ranas y niños a jugar El viento empuja botecito de diario Lindo haberlo vivido, para poderlo cantar Pantalón cortito Bolsita de los recuerdos Pantalón cortito Con un solo tirador Chiquillada, chiquillada, chiquillada Ja, ja, ja, ja Pantalón cortito Bolsita de mis recuerdos La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la Pantalón cortito Con un solo tirador ¿Te acordas? La-la-la-la-la-la-la

Only in sleep I see their faces, Children I played with when I was a child, Louise comes back with her brown hair braided, Annie with ringlets warm and wild. Only in sleep Time is forgotten— What may have come to them, who can know? Yet we played last night as long ago, And the doll-house stood at the turn of the stair. The years had not sharpened their smooth round faces, I met their eyes and found them mild— Do they, too, dream of me, I wonder, And for them am I too a child? Only in sleep I see their faces, Children I played with when I was a child, Louise comes back with her brown hair braided, Annie with ringlets warm and wild. Only in sleep Time is forgotten— What may have come to them, who can know? Yet we played last night as long ago, And the doll-house stood at the turn of the stair. The years had not sharpened their smooth round faces, I met their eyes and found them mild— Do they, too, dream of me, I wonder, And for them am I too a child? Am i a child Aaahhhhhhh A child Aaaaaahhhhhhh Am i a child Oooooohhhh A child Am i a child A child.