Você procurou por: bull whip (Inglês - Tagalo)

bull
senen

bull crup
bull crup

call the bull
tawag sa babaeng baka

whip in tagalog
latigo sa tagalog

miracle whip dressing
pagbibihis ng milagro ng milagro

call the bull and the cow
tawag sa lalaking baka at babaeng baka

you want to whip on your puet
gusto mo palo

leggings hat sweater whip glossary
pulinas gora suwiter latigo

what do you call a bull in tagalog
ano ang tawa

shaped like the eyes of a young bull
wangis ng mata ng bisirong toro

..bkt marun0ng can also bull tagalog cnu you ??
..bkt marun0ng kang mag tagalog ..cnu nag toro sayo??

matador (one who fights or kill the bull)
matador

to hide in to satisfy her amorous longings for white bull sen by poseidon
mahalay na pananabik

in the meantime someone called .the keeper got his whip to shake camp
samantala may isang tumawag .nakuha n ng tagabantay ang kaniyang latigo upang itali si toby

now for the government whip, kyla villa, you may now say your final words and conclude your side’s argument.
representante punong ministro

africa, my africa africa of proud warriors in ancestral savannahs africa of whom my grandmother sings on the banks of the distant river i have never known you but your blood flows in my veins your beautiful black blood that irrigates the fields the blood of your sweat the sweat of your work the work of your slavery africa, tell me africa is this you, this back that is bent this back that breaks under the weight of humiliation this back trembling with red scars and saying yes to the whip under th
africa, my africa africa of proud warriors in ancestral savannahs africa of whom my grandmother sings on the banks of the distant river i have never known you but your blood flows in my veins your beautiful black blood that irrigates the fields the blood of your sweat the sweat of your work the work of your slavery africa, tell me africa is this you, this back that is bent this back that breaks under the weight of humiliation this back trembling with red scars and saying yes to the whip under the midday sun but a grave voice answers me impetuous child that tree, young and strong that tree over there splendidly alone amidst white and faded flowers that is your africa springing up anew springing up patiently, obstinately whose fruit bit by bit acquires the bitter taste of liberty.