Traducción: Trilhas sonoras (as outras faixas) trilha sonora. O derramamento de vinho [Eric Burdon E Guerra].
Traducción: Foi. Derrame o vinho.
Spill the wine and take that pearl, Spill the wine and take that pearl Spill the wine and take that pearl, Spill the wine and take that pearl I was
: Spill the wine and take that pearl, Spill the wine and take that pearl Spill the wine and take that pearl, Spill the wine and take that pearl I was
killah priest] Get it goin, yeah, yeah Feel this shit, word is bond Niggaz got shit on they mind Get it out your chest You got somethin to say? Spill
nobody's thinkin' about a war We got Grump in the house, Rhythm X, and hoes galore Baththub full of liqor and wine M.D. 20/20, Ever Clear, and Rossi wine
We have so far sailed maelstroms Through the tempest light This man-o-war Spills forth with silks, spices and wines Not limerick's dungeons eighteen
Use the eyes of the owl (There's a foul batch) The sour patch kids got me out of wack And out of gas, the hour glass spills As I'm left on the Vasey without
sun riding the demon of wrath I bring the fire I am revenge the heart of the storm what a beautiful landscapes around that ruby glares in the spilled wine
to devourer the enemies' heart Envenomed arrows crossing the skies Yet it falls, eminent death ascends Drink the wine of pure vindication Spilled from
drink up the wine that's my design Ignorance is the bliss that's the way to exist what else can we do sit in here watch the news or sing about war
fire pon John public Me tell uno cease from uno war and wickedness Inna fornication ink dem gun finger dem go dip And ah chat bout dem ah voter hot wine
WAR! Only calmless spirits of corpses are passing by the altars of Bodom where everything but death is a lie To spill your blood to become our wine
Fuck the world", for having a baby girl sorta cock block I write rhymes like I come from the windy city With my crew, I click like simply, stand midi with reality Casually, I walk through these war
, when she enters your golden halls Millennial the whore, riding wide astride the horns of madness Clarions forth the war, spilling the wine of her fornication
indispensible Stand tall, justice for all, we off the wall On some, born build, keep your eyes peeled Guns concealed, shit is real kid, wine or get killed