notícias musicais

top 13 artistas

  1. Católicas
  2. Racionais Mc's
  3. LetoDie
  4. Luiz Gonzaga
  5. Xuxa
  6. Silvanno Salles
  7. Alisson e Neide
  8. Roberto Carlos
  9. Cicero Nogueira
  10. Flamengo
  11. Ferrugem
  12. Robson Biollo
  13. Hungria Hip Hop

top 13 musicas

  1. Gritos da Torcida
  2. Aloha, e Komo Mai
  3. Jesus Chorou
  4. Da Ponte Pra Cá
  5. Monstros
  6. Ampulheta
  7. Mande Um Sinal
  8. Nossa Conversa
  9. Londres
  10. Quem Nunca?
  11. Me Usa e Some
  12. Mostra-me Tua Gloria
  13. Dethalhes
Confira a Letra Mca

Write a letter to myself of white flags and surrender, I dig my trenches six feet deep, But where are you now? While we still stand proud, And you're still tripping on your feet. So you better run for cover, Boy, The revolution just pulled your fucking number, I've been a vindictive man, I've been a man of power, But looking at you is just like pulling teeth, I said looking at you is just like pulling teeth. So here's to our past, From the bottom of our glass, That tilted, Spilled, Hit the floor, Then smashed. So here's to our past, From the bottom of our glass, That tilted, Spilled, Hit the floor, Then smashed. I've seen a million faces, But I can't seem to forget the ones that burn me, But where are you now? While we still stand proud, And you're still tripping on your feet. So here's to our past, From the bottom of our glass, That tilted, Spilled, Hit the floor, Then smashed. So here's to our past, From the bottom of our glass, That tilted, Spilled, Hit the floor, Then smashed. Who starts the riot?? Then hides behind it?? You sing the songs, But you know we didn't buy it, When we heard it on the streets, And we held it in our hearts, You made us what we hated, And you tore us all apart!! Who steps aside?? You can't deny, You sing the songs, But you know we didn't buy it, When we heard it on the streets, And we held it in our hearts, You made us what we hated, And you tore us all apart!! So here's to our past, From the bottom of our glass, That tilted, Spilled, Hit the floor, Then smashed. So here's to our past, From the bottom of our glass, That tilted, Spilled, Hit the floor, Then smashed. So here's to our past, From the bottom of our glass, That tilted, Spilled, Hit the floor, Then smashed. So here's to our past, From the bottom of our glass, That tilted, Spilled, Hit the floor, Then smashed.

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