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Artistas por orden de aparición: Juan M. Clavijo, Bemancio y Míster X Gracias a David Henao por la traducción al inglés. Letter: I was almost out of the team It came from one that got thin That gave rise to that Barloworld Chris Froome climber out of there And then a mosquito bit him It became very bad the usual guy Do you want me to tear you out of the sky? Herbalife natural products? Look at the potentiometer you have very seen It's like Tom Hanks with his friend Wilson In this cycling now everything influences The real madafuckers pulling out of TUE Open elbows look like a mantis For the alveoli we have something free Sign you here that this has no end Sales of Ventolín have skyrocketed It is a bird It is a plane It's the Road Runner It's Christopher Froome Before removing the grinder You got caught towing in a Giro Now it has a bellows that is amazing And it gives everything to fight the Tour of Spain And the one that by punishment always wins It is the round gala chasing Nairo Quintana Extraplanetary, extrakeniata He is winning tours with one leg The data recorded shows that it is barbaric Is a cyclist-runner-cyclist A difora, that I saw it He's lucky that Richie Porte is missing And it takes four as if it took six We send it to the yanki out, okay? A man tied to the wind hill Because of watts, to run away Pedal pedaling without looking ahead He looks like a blind man ... Without looking ahead ... Looks like a blind That was without contract and suddenly Oh Who is that name uncle with so many “Os“ In the Planche in the Pierre ... In the run It is a bird It is a plane It's the Road Runner Come destroy them My team on Sky Zero mandanga Everything natural Same as Herbalife If you are hearing we are the champions Is that we are out there A Kenyan man winning in background What a surprise, congratulations, haha. How absurd my enemies I give them my grinder Cycling is not table football If you do not see me i'm going yellow Filming a new Kill Bill, bwoy One two three four toures For my showcases I am seeing my stage repeated with the press They are still crowning Hautacam Nairo has run the Giro I've run into your faces, Froome In my in-ear sound Beman Raps It is a bird It is a plane It's the Road Runner It's an addiction The data thrown into the Mont Ventoux He breaks down the race if it's the Tour And you have a track record that you would already like The races of a day then for what Wiggins made it clear bye He pulled the armchair of the Sky train France has its perfect empire And all the rivals with the tongue to the neck Neither Bardet nor Pinot nor Quintana nor Contador They are all very good I say But Chris Froome is the just winner And they are won with and without motor Saves incidental falls Bike changes Aesthetics speaks for the in-ear is the smartest strip for forward does not complain This step exceeds that of Texas Without me without me who without me who will win With marginal profit ... Or without marginal gain ... Tell me who will win ...
