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СообщениеТема: Re: Тексты песен   Пт Авг 17, 2007 7:57 am

Eminem - My name is
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Hi! My name is (what?)...my name is (who?)...
my name is... Slim Shady
Hi! My name is (huh?)...my name is (what?)...
my name is... Slim Shady

Hi! My name is (what?)...my name is (who?)...
my name is... Slim Shady
Hi! My name is (huh?)...my name is (what?)...
my name is... Slim Shady

Ahem...excuse me!
Can I have the attention of the class for one second...
Hi kids! Do you like violence? (yeah yeah yeah!)
Wanna see me stick nine inch nails through each one of my eyelids? (uh
huh!)
Wanna copy me and do exactly like I did? (yeah yeah!)
Try 'cid and get fucked up worse than my life is? (huh?)
My brain's dead weight, I'm tryin' to get my head straight
But I can't figure out which Spice Girl I want to impregnate (Ummmm..)
Dr. Dre said: "Slim Shady you a basehead..."
Uh-uhhh! "Then why's ya face red, man you wasted..."
Well since age 12 I've felt like I'm someone else
Cuz I hung my original self from the top bunk with a belt
Got pissed off and ripped Pamela Lee's tits off
And smacked her so hard I knocked her clothes backwards like Kris
Kross
I smoke a fat pound of grass and fall on my ass
Faster than a fat bitch who sat down too fast
C'mere slut! (Shady, wait a minute, that's my girl dog!)
I don't give a fuck, God sent me to piss the world off

Hi! My name is (what?)...my name is (who?)...
my name is... Slim Shady
Hi! My name is (huh?)...my name is (what?)...
my name is... Slim Shady

My English teacher wanted to flunk me in junior high
Thanks a lot, next semester I'll be 35
I smacked him in his face with an eraser
Chased him with a stapler
And stapled his nuts to a stack of paper (Owwwwwwww!)
Walked in a strip club, had my jacket zipped up
Flashed the bartender and stuck my dick in the tip cup (Wsssshhhhh...)
Extraterrestrial, running over pedestrians
In a space ship while they're screamin' at me:
"LET'S JUST BE FRIENDS!"
99% of my life I was lied to
I just found out my mom does more dope than I do
I told her I'd grow up to be a famous rapper
Make a record about doin' drugs and name it after her (Oh thank you!)
You know you blew up when the women rush the stands
To try to touch your hands like some screamin' Usher fans (Aaahhhhhh!)
This guy in White Castle asked for my autograph
So I signed it: 'Dear Dave, thanks for the support, ASSHOLE!

Hi! My name is (what?)...my name is (who?)...
my name is... Slim Shady
Hi! My name is (huh?)...my name is (what?)...
my name is... Slim Shady

Stop the tape! This kid needs to be locked away! (Get him!)
Dr. Dre don't just stand there, OPERATE!
I'm not ready to leave, it's too scary to die
I'll have to be carried inside the cemetery and buried alive
Am I comin' or goin'? I can barely decide,
I just drank a fifth of vodka...dare me to drive? (Go 'head.)
All my life I was very deprived
I ain't had a woman in years, my palms are too hairy to hide
Clothes ripped like the Incredible Hulk
I spit when I talk, I'll fuck anything that walks (C'mere.)
When I was little I used to get so hungry I would throw fits
HOW YOU GONNA BREAST FEED ME MOM? YOU AIN'T GOT NO TITS!
I lay awake and strap myself in the bed
Put a bulleproof vest on and shoot myself in the head (BANG!)
I'm steamin' mad (Arrrggghhh!)
And by the way when you see my dad? (Yeah.)
Tell him that I slit his throat in this dream I had

Hi! My name is (what?)...my name is (who?)...
my name is... Slim Shady
Hi! My name is (huh?)...my name is (what?)...
my name is... Slim Shady
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СообщениеТема: Re: Тексты песен   Пт Авг 17, 2007 7:57 am

Eminem - Sing for the moment
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These ideas are nightmares for white parents
Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings
Like whatever they say has no bearing
Its so scary in a house that allows no swearing
To see him walking around with his headphones blaring
Alone in his own zone, cold and he dont care
He's a problem child, what bothers him all comes out
When he talks about his fuckin' dad walkin out
Cos he hates him so bad that he blocks him out
But if he ever saw him again, he'd prolly knock him out
His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back
Talkin black, brainwashed from rock and rap
He sags his pants, 2 rags and a stocking cap
His step-father hit him so he socked him back
And broke his nose, this house is a broken home
There's no control, he just lets his emotions go
Come on...

Sing with me, sing for the year
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear
Sing with me,just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away

Entertainment is danger, intertwine it with gansters
In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum
Only you're unholy, only have one homey
Only this gun, lonely, cuz don't anyone know me
But everybody just feels like they can relate
I guess words are a motherfucker, they can be great
Or they can be great, or even worse, they can teach hate
Its like kids hang on every single statement we make
Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum
Now how the fuck did this metamorphasis happen?
From standin' on corners and porches just rappin'
To havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ass
But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you
Fans turn on you, attorney's all gonna turn it to
To get their hands on every dime you have
They want you to lose your mind every time you mad
So they can try to make you out to look like a loose canon
You need to spew, dont hesitate to produce air-guns
Thats why these prosecutors wanna convict me
Swiftly just to get me offa these streets quickly
But all their kids been listen'n to me religiously
So i'm signing cds while police fingerprint me
They're for the judges daughter, but his grudge is against me
If i'm such a fuckin' menace, this shit doesnt make sense, Pete
It's all political, if my music is literal and i'm a criminal,
How the fuck can i raise a little girl?
I couldn't. i wouldn't be fit to
You're full of shit too, Guerrera, that was a fist that hit you!

Sing with me, sing for the year
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear
Sing with me,just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away

They say music can alter moods and talk to you
But can it load a gun for you and cock it too?
Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude
Just tell the judge it was my fault, and i'll get sued
See what these kids do, is hear about us toting pistols
And they want to get one, cos they think the shit's cool
Not knowin' we're really just protectin' ourselves
We're entertainers, of course this shit's affecting our sales
You ignoramus. but music is reflection of self
We just explain it, and then we get our cheques in the mail
It's fucked up ain't it, how we can come from practically nothin'
To bein' able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted
It's why we sing for these kids that don't have a thing
Except for a dream and a fucking rap magazine
Who post pinup pictures on their walls all day long
Idolise their favourite rappers and know all they songs
Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they lives
So they sit and they cry at night, wishing they die
Till they throw on a rap record, and they sit and they vibe
We're nothing to you, but we're the fuckin' shit in their eyes
That's why we sieze the moment, and try to freeze it and own it
Squeeze it and hold it, 'cos we consider these minutes golden
And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone
Just let our spirits live on, through out lyrics that you hear in our songs
And we can

Sing with me, sing for the year
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear
Sing with me,just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away

Sing with me, sing for the year
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear
Sing with me,just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away
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СообщениеТема: Re: Тексты песен   Пт Авг 17, 2007 7:58 am

Скрябин и Могилевская -Ти менi не даеш


А ну скажи мені, ну шо ти хочеш
Чого ти голову мужчині морочиш
Ти не людина є, а просто зараза
Як би я знав, то би застрілився зразу, бо

Приспів:
Бо ти мені не даєш
Ну ти і даєш
Ти мені не даєш спокою
Ти мені не даєш
Ну ти і даєш
Ти мені не даєш спокою

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Ты за два года меня тоже замучал
Ты обещал купить кассету Сердючки
И Чупа-чупсы приносил регулярно
Это по меньшей мере просто вульгарно

Приспів (2 раза):
Ти мені не даєш
Ну ти і даєш
Ти мені не даєш спокою
Ти мені не даєш
Ну ти і даєш
Ти мені не даєш спокою

Я вже не маю чим платити за хату
Ти промахала на таксі всю зарплату
А ты на пиво променял мои юбки
Мы не поедем этим летом в Алупку

Приспів (2 раза):
Ти мені не даєш
Ну ти і даєш
Ти мені не даєш спокою
Ти мені не даєш
Ну ти і даєш
Ти мені не даєш спокою

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Приспів (2 раза):
Ти мені не даєш
Ну ти і даєш
Ти мені не даєш спокою
Ти мені не даєш
Ну ти і даєш
Ти мені не даєш спокою
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СообщениеТема: Re: Тексты песен   Пт Авг 17, 2007 8:48 am

СТАРІ ФОТОГРАФІЇ

ВСТУП: 4\4 – 4 + СТАРІ ФОТОГРАФІЇ + 4 + 4 СКРЯБІН
СТАРІ ФОТОГРАФІЇ + 4 + 4 MIX

ЗДАЄТЬСЯ, ШО ТО БУЛО ТАК ДАВНО
КОЛИ В РУКАХ ТРИМАЮ ЦЕЙ АЛЬБОМ
НАМ БУЛО АБСОЛЮТНО ВСЕ ОДНО
НЕ МАЮЧИ, НІЧОГО МАТИ ВСЬО
ЗА ГРОШІ НЕ КУПИТИ ТІЛЬКИ ЧАС
ВІН ВСІХ НАС МЕТОДИЧНО ПОДІЛИВ
КОГОСЬ ВІН ОПУСТИВ, КОГОСЬ ПІДНЯВ
А Є НА КОГО ВЗАГАЛІ ЗАБИВ + 2Т.

СТАРІ ФОТОГРАФІЇ НА СТІЛ - РОЗКЛАДИ
ДИТЯЧІ ІСТОРІЇ СМІШНІ - РОЗКАЖИ
І СПРАВЖНІМ ДРУЗЯМ НЕ ЗАБУДЬ - ПОДЗВОНИ
БО ДОБРЕ ЧИ ЗЛЕ З ТОБОЮ - ЗАВЖДИ ВОНИ

СТАРІ ФОТОГРАФІЇ + 8 + 8

ЗДАЄТЬСЯ, ШО ТО БУЛО ТАК ДАВНО
КОЛИ В РУКАХ ТРИМАЮ ЦЕЙ АЛЬБОМ
НАМ БУЛО АБСОЛЮТНО ВСЕ ОДНО
НЕ МАЮЧИ, НІЧОГО МАТИ ВСЬО

СТАРІ ФОТОГРАФІЇ НА СТІЛ - РОЗКЛАДИ
ДИТЯЧІ ІСТОРІЇ СМІШНІ - РОЗКАЖИ
І СПРАВЖНІМ ДРУЗЯМ НЕ ЗАБУДЬ - ПОДЗВОНИ
БО ДОБРЕ ЧИ ЗЛЕ З ТОБОЮ - ЗАВЖДИ ВОНИ

СТАРІ ФОТОГРАФІЇ 4 + 4

І СПРАВЖНІМ ДРУЗЯМ НЕ ЗАБУДЬ - ПОДЗВОНИ
БО ДОБРЕ ЧИ ЗЛЕ З ТОБОЮ - ЗАВЖДИ ВОНИ
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СообщениеТема: Re: Тексты песен   Пт Авг 17, 2007 8:50 am

Вона
Плач Єремії
-1-
Завтра прийде до кімнати тво¬х друзів не багато.
Вип"іте холодного вина.
Хтось принесе білі айстри, скаже хтось: -Життя прекрасне.
Так, життя прекрасне, а вона.

Приспів.
А вона, а вона сидітиме сумна.
Буде пити, не п"яніти від дешевого вина.
Я співатиму для неї, аж бринітиме кришталь.
Та хіба зуміє голос подолати цю печаль.

Програш.
-2-
Так у світі повелося - я люблю її волосся.
Я люблю її тонкі вуста.
Та невдовзі прийде осінь, ми усі розбіжимося
По русифікованих містах.

Приспів 2.
Лиш вона, лиш вона сидітиме сумна.
Буде пити, не п"яніти від дешевого вина.
Моя дівчинко печальна, моя доле золота.
Я продовжую кричати. Ніч безмежна і пуста.

Програш.
-2-
Приспів 2.

Я продовжую кричати. Ніч безмежна і пуста.
Я продовжую кричати. Ніч безмежна і пуста.
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СообщениеТема: Re: Тексты песен   Сб Авг 18, 2007 8:26 am

Get Your Walk On

[Xzibit]

(Yeah) I can drink a whole Henessey fifth

Some call that a problem but I call it a gift

Xzibit make the whole continent shift (hell yeah)

Invadin your territory in a blaze of glory

A soldier story, livin off nothin but instinct

Bitch niggaz continue to floss and lip-sync

And I'ma just continue to flow, while rockin the boat

Probably smoke three-hundred thousand dollars in dope

Don't make my desert eagle barrel touch the back of your throat

Always approach niggaz that's known for killin your folks

Be surprised who could turn around and bust on y'all

Catch your mother or your sister comin out of the mall

Bang holes through they coats and they Macy bags

No retaliation you basically runnin with fags

In these streets, you only good as your last transaction

Funny style, and these niggaz ain't laughin

Y'all got it all fucked up in zero-zero

Think life is a video for "Last Action Heroes"

Face the price you pay for the games you play

When it's all said and done at the end of the day, you gotta



[Chorus - repeat 2X]

Get your walk on, get your head right

I know you feelin the shit, shit is dead right

Get your bounce on, back dat ass up

Bitch pass me the bottle, fill your glass up



[Xzibit]

Judge and jury, don't get your case dismissed

When I get pissed and smash through the makeshift

Uplift, dump this, make your shit knock

Hypnotical hardrock that don't flop

It's the best thing crackin my nigga

Lot of rappers talk of flashin the trigger but don't ever deliver

From the home of the toe tag, lowriders and body bags

earthquakes police with automatics and nerve gas

Learn fast or get left behind quick (yeah)

You testify, you get wrapped in plastic (hell yeah)

Xzibit turn your SUV into a casket

Mailed your body parts in a tub full of sulfuric acid

Drastic measures we take just to get by

for all the shit you gotta go through to get high

Stand by, do or die for the West coast

Wanna fuck with Xzibit but can't come close motherfuckers



[Chorus]



[Xzibit]

Tell y'all people to call my people

Recognize all men are not created equal

I'm lethal, all y'all faggots remain see-through

Only the kid from "The Sixth Sense" can peep you (DEAD PEOPLE!)

When I get through the world'll be a better place

A little Jesus Christ mixed with some Leatherface

Go find some punch to spike, find some dope to lace

Pull a pistol from my waist, nigga reach for space

Smack the taste out of your mouth if you talk shit

or hit so hard to the chin it make your back flip

My transcript number one up in this conference

It's nonsense, all y'all niggaz want is conflict

Only associate with pros and the convicts

Xzibit roll up in the spot with a bomb bitch

and then bounce with a couple, motherfuck a tussle

You never have enough muscle to stop a nigga hustle
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СообщениеТема: Re: Тексты песен   Сб Авг 18, 2007 8:29 am

Текст песни Pump It - Black Eyed Peas

Ha ha ha
Pump it
Ha ha ha
And pump it (louder) [4x]

Turn up the radio
Blast your stereo
Right

N*ggas wanna hate on us (who)
N*ggas be envious (who)
And I know why they hatin' on us (why)
Cause that's so fabulous (what)
I'ma be real on us (c'mon)
Nobody got nuttin' on us (no)
Girls be all on us, from London back down to the US (s, s)

We rockin' it (contagious), monkey business (outrageous)
Just confess, your girl admits that we the sh*t

F-R-E-S-H (fresh)
D-E-F, that's right we def (rock)
We definite B-E-P, we rappin' it
So, turn it up (turn it up) [3x]
C'mon baby, just

Pump it (louder) [6x]

And say, oh oh oh oh
Say, oh oh oh oh
Yo, yo

Turn up the radio
Blast your stereo
Right now
This joint is fizzlin'
It's sizzlin'
Right

(Yo, check this out right here)
Dude wanna hate on us (dude)
Dude need'a ease on up (dude)
Dude wanna act on up
But dude get shut like flavor shut (down)
Chicks say, she ain't down
But chick backstage when we in town (ha)
She like man on drunk (fool)
She wanna hit n' run (errr)
Yeah, that's the speed
That's what we do
That's who we be
B-L-A-C-K -E -Y-E-D-P to the E, then the A to the S
When we play you shake your ass
Shake it, shake it, shake it girl
Make sure you don't break it, girl
Cause we gonna

Turn it up (turn it up) [3x]
C'mon baby, just
Pump it (louder) [6x]

And say, oh oh oh oh
Say, oh oh oh oh
Yo, yo
Turn up the radio
Blast your stereo
Right now
This joint is fizzlin'
It's sizzlin'
Right

Damn (damn) [5x]

Wow

Apl. de ap. from Philippines
Live and direct, rocking this scene
Waiting on down for the B-boys
And B-girls waiting, doin' their thing
Pump it, louder come on
Don't stop, and keep it goin'
Do it, lets get it on
Move it!

Come on, baby, do it

La-da-di-dup-dup die dy
On the stereo
Let those speakers blow your mind
(Blow my mind, baby)
To let it go, let it go
Here we go
La-da-di-dup-dup die dy (c'mon, we're there)
On the radio
The system is gonna feel so fine

Pump it (louder) [6x]

And say, oh oh oh oh
Say, oh oh oh oh
Yo, yo
Turn up the radio
Blast your stereo
Right now
This joint is fizzlin'
It's sizzlin'
Right
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СообщениеТема: Re: Тексты песен   Сб Авг 18, 2007 8:29 am

Текст песни My Humps - Black Eyed Peas

What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside your trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely little lumps. (Check it out)

I drive these brothers crazy,
I do it on the daily,
They treat me really nicely,
They buy me all these ice-ys.
Dolce & Gabbana,
Fendi and then Donna
Karan, they be sharin’
All their money got me wearin’
Fly gearrr but I ain’t askin,
They say they love my ass ‘n,
Se7en Jeans, True Religion,
I say no, but they keep givin’
So I keep on takin’
And no I ain’t taken
We can keep on datin’
I keep on demonstrating.

My love, my love, my love, my love
You love my lady lumps,
My hump, my hump, my hump,
My humps they got u,
She’s got me spending.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me and spending time on me.
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me, on me, on me

What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What u gon’ do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I’m a make, make, make, make you scream
Make u scream, make you scream.
Cos of my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely lady lumps. (Check it out)

I met a girl down at the disco.
She said hey, hey, hey yea let’s go.
I could be your baby, you can be my honey
Lets spend time not money.
I mix your milk wit my cocoa puff,
Milky, milky cocoa,
Mix your milk with my cocoa puff, milky, milky riiiiiiight.

They say I’m really sexy,
The boys they wanna sex me.
They always standing next to me,
Always dancing next to me,
Tryin’ a feel my hump, hump.
Lookin’ at my lump, lump.
U can look but you can’t touch it,
If u touch it I’ma start some drama,
You don’t want no drama,
No, no drama, no, no, no, no drama
So don’t pull on my hand boy,
You ain’t my man, boy,
I’m just tryn’a dance boy,
And move my hump.

My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.
My lovely lady lumps x3
In the back and in the front.
My lovin’ got u,
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me and spending time on me.
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me, on me, on me.

What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What you gon’ do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I’ma make, make, make, make you scream
Make you scream, make you scream.
What you gon do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get you drunk,
Get you love drunk off this hump.
What you gon’ do wit all that breast?
All that breast inside that shirt?
I’ma make, make, make, make you work
Make you work, work, make you work.
She’s got me spendin’.
Spendin all your money on me and spendin’ time on me
She’s got me spendin’.
Spendin’ all your money on me, on me, on me.
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СообщениеТема: Re: Тексты песен   Сб Авг 18, 2007 8:31 am

Текст песни Чёрные глаза - Айдамир Мугу

Белый снег сияет светом
Черные глаза
Осень обернется летом
Черные глаза
Околдован я тобою
Черные глаза
Ослепили меня глазки
Черные глаза

Припев: 2 раза
Черные глаза
Вспоминаю - умираю
Черные глаза
Я только о тебе мечтаю
Черные глаза
Самые прекрасные
Черные глаза
Черные глаза
Черные глаза

Черные глаза все помнят,
Как любили мы.
Сердцем чувствую я это:
Как любишь меня ты.
Так любить никто не сможет
Черные глаза,
Самые прекрасные
Черные глаза

Припев: 2 раза

Письма пишешь, присылаешь.
Сам ответов ждешь.
Ну я конечно знаю: ждешь или не ждешь.
Ждешь, когда идут дожди,
Милая моя,
Самые прекрасные, черные глаз
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СообщениеТема: Re: Тексты песен   Сб Авг 18, 2007 8:32 am

Текст песни What Up Gangsta? - 50 Cent

G-Unit (What)
We in here (What)
We can get the drama popping
We don't care (What, what, what)
It's going down (What)
'Cause I'm around (What)
50 Cent, you know how I gets down (Down)

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
What up, Blood? (What)
What up, Cuz? (What)
What up, Blood? (What)
What up, Gangstaaa?

[Verse 1]
They say I walk around like got an "S" on my chest
Naw, that's a semi-auto, and a vest on my chest
I try not to say nothing, the DA might want to play in court
But I'll hunt or duck a nigga down like it's sport
Front on me, I'll cut ya, gun-butt ya or bump ya
You getting money? I can't none with ya then fuck ya
I'm not the type to get knocked for D.W.I.
I'm the type that'll kill your connect when the coke price rise
Gangstas, they bump my shit then they know me
I grew up around some niggas that's not my homies
Hundred G's I stash it (what), the mack I blast it (yeah)
D's come we dump the diesel and battery acid
This flow's been mastered, the ice I flash it
Chokes me, I'll have your mama picking out your casket, bastard
I'm on the next level, right lane forget bezzle
Benz pedal to the metal, hotter than a tea kettle, god (what)

[Chorus (1st time w/o first "What up, Blood?") (2x)]

[Bridge]
We don't play that
We don't play that
We don't play that (G-Unit)
We don't play around

[Verse 2]
I sit back, twist the best bud, burn and wonder
When gangstas bump my shit, can they hear my hunger?
When the 5th kick, duck quick, it sounds like thunder
In December I'll make your block feel like summer
The rap critics say I can rhyme, the fiends say my dope is a nine
Every chick I fuck with is a dime
I'm like Patty LaBelle, homie, I'm on my own
Where I lay my hat is my home, I'm a rolling stone
Cross my path I'll crush ya, thinking I won't touch ya
I'll have your ass using a wheelchair, cane, or crutches
Industry hoes fuck us, in the hood they love us
Stomp a bone out your ass with some brand new chuckas

[Chorus (2x)]

[Bridge (4x)]
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СообщениеТема: Re: Тексты песен   Сб Авг 18, 2007 8:33 am

Текст песни Wanksta - 50 Cent

[Intro: 50 Cent]
It's 50 a.k.a Ferrari F-50
Break it down
I got a lot of living to do before I die
And I ain't got tyme to waste
Let's make it

[50 Cent]
You said you a gansta but you neva pop nuttin'
You said you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin'
You ain't a friend of mine, (huh)
You ain't no kin of mine, (nah)
What makes you think that I'ma run up on you with tha nine
We do this all tha tyme, right now we on tha grind
So hurry up and copy and go selling nicks and dimes
Shorty she so fyne, I gotta make her mine
A ass like dat gotta be one of a kind
I crush 'em everytime, punch 'em with every line
I'm fuckin with they mind
I make 'em press rewind
They know they can't shine if I'm around the rhyme
Been on parole since 94 cause I commit tha crime
I send you my line, I did it three ta nine
If D's ran up in my crib, you know who droppin dimes

[Chorus 2X: 50 Cent]
You said you a gangsta
But you neva pop nuttin
You said you a wanksta
And you need to stop frontin'
You go to the dealership
But you neva cop nuttin'
You been hustlin a long tyme
And you ain't got nuttin

[Verse 2]
Damn Homie, in highschool you was tha man, homie
What tha fuck happened to you?
I got tha sickest vendetta when it come to tha chedda
And if you play wit my paper, you gotta meet my berretta
Now shorty think I'ma sweat her, sippin on amoretta
I'm livin once than deada, I know I can do betta
She look good but I know she after my chedda
She tryna get in my pockets, homie and I ain't gonna let her
Be easy, stop tha bullshit, you get your whole crew wet
We in tha club doin' the same ol' two step
Gorilla unit cuz they say we bugged out
Cuz we don't go nowhere without toast we thugged out

[Chorus 2X]

[Verse 3]
Me I'm no mobsta, me I'm no gangsta
Me I'm no hitman, me I'm jus me, me
Me I'm no wanksta, me I'm no acta
But it's me you see on your TV
Cuz I hustle baby, this rap shit is so easy
I'm gettin' what you get for a brick to talk greasy
By any means, partner, I got to eat on these streets
If you play me close, for sure I'm gonna pop my heat
Niggas sayin they goin murd' 50, how?
We ridin 'round with guns the size of Lil Bow Wow
What you know about AK's and AR 15's?
Equipped with night vision, shell catchers and dem things, huh

[Chorus 2X]
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СообщениеТема: Re: Тексты песен   Сб Авг 18, 2007 8:33 am

Текст песни In My Hood - 50 Cent

[Verse 1]
Niggas screw they face up at me
On some real shit son, they don't want beef
I cock that, aim that shit out the window
Spray, there ain't a shell left in my heat
Ya'll niggas better lay down, yeah I mean stay down
Get hit with a K round, ya ass ain't gon' make it
You niggas gon' get layed out in blood and ya brains out
Have you on the concrete, shiverin' and shakin'
I'm from Southside mothafucka, where the gats explode
If you feel like you on fire, boy drop and roll
niggas'll heat ya ass up cause they heart turns cold
Now you can be a victim or you can lock and load
The party jump, with shorty bouncin' that ass
I won't fuck, gimme a second, I'ma holla, I'ma see whats up
I got my razor in my hand, got my pistol in my trunk
Carve ya ass up nice, you play me like a punk

[Chorus]
In my hood
niggas got love for me, but I don't go no where without my strap
In my hood
A lil dro', a lil hennessy, a nigga just don't know how to act
In my hood
niggas is grimey, I stay on point, I move with my gat
In my hood
niggas might buck at me, so I keep somethin' around to buck back
In my hood

[Verse 2]
I don't trust a mothafuckin' soul when the D's come they fool
On my first case they told, where I'm from it ain't safe
To have more than a 8th, niggas'll come to your place
Put a gun in your face, tell ya open the safe
As your heart starts to race cause a robbery could turn into a homo-case
Co-opperate or Doc will have to op-porate, niggas will pop at you
Run the light, then pop at Jake, trust me son, niggas will go hard for that cake
These thirsty niggas will lurk, then you'll have to catch 'em and murk 'em
I'm observin' in my hood, these niggas be dumbin'
Shots go off at the dice game, all you see is 'em runnin'
They make it harder and harder to pump on the block
I'm a hustler, how the fuck I'm supposed to eat when its hot

[Chorus]
In my hood
niggas got love for me, but I don't go no where without my strap
In my hood
A lil dro', a lil hennessy, a nigga just don't know how to act
In my hood
niggas is grimey, I stay on point, I move with my gat
In my hood
niggas might buck at me, so I keep somethin' around to buck back
In my hood

[Verse 3]
That house party off the hook, until the shots go off
Well thats what you get for stuntin' on my block show off
Uhh you shit out of luck if niggas catch you slippin'
Crack money slow so you know niggas is trippin'
Shorty down there, on the Queens track takin' a whippin'
Shit, bitch get out a pocket, she needs some discipline
Peep the fiends, shootin' diesel in his arm in the alley
Look at the chrome spinners spinnin' on that black DeNalli
The grimey niggas where I'm from, they wanna see you chipped up
You shine, they gon' ?? and shoot your whip up
It ain't good to do good in my hood [Gunshot]
You know not to do good now

[Chorus]
In my hood
niggas got love for me, but I don't go no where without my strap
In my hood
A lil dro', a lil hennessy, a nigga just don't know how to act
In my hood
niggas is grimey, I stay on point, I move with my gat
In my hood
niggas might buck at me, so I keep somethin' around to buck back
In my hood
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СообщениеТема: Re: Тексты песен   Сб Авг 18, 2007 8:34 am

(feat. Eminem)

[Intro- Eminem & 50 Cent]
Gee wilikers Gatman they got me surrounded
I'm on my way

[Chorus- 50 Cent & Eminem]
I got a gatman
There's a problem I'ma solve it
A nigga movin' around
With a big ass revolver and a bat, man
What the fuck are you retarded
You touch Shady I'll leave you dearly departed
They say Batman

[Verse 1- 50 Cent]
Robin, Cagney or Lacey, it's 50 cent and Shady
The worst baby, put your hands on my people
I'll be act crazy, put a hole thru ya front and ya back maybe
But dude if you try me, I'll have ya ass hooked up to an IV
I'll leave ya witnesses when I ride B
You fuck with me, you see
I'll be actin' like an animal, I'll tear you apart
If the masterpiece was murder, I'd major in art
niggas knew I wasn't wrapped too tight from start
But bein' a little off, landed me on top of the charts (whoo)
So you take the good with the bad, I guess
Level three Teflon plate on my chest
And my cock back hollow tip in the chamber
Will daint ya, anger will change ya
And make ya aim that and squeeze

[Chorus 50 Cent & Eminem]
I got a gat man
There's a problem I'ma solve it
A nigga movin' around
With a big ass revolver and a batman

Mothafucka you retarded,
you touch 50, I'll leave you dearly departed
We're walkin away from a beef, in which clearly you started
I said, were walkin away, did u hear me? You oughta
Be thankful that we aint beefin. Were still breathin and just leave it at THAT
That's when me and 50 and g-unit hop back in the BAT
Mobile it aint gonna be no more rap its gonna be RRRAT
Retaliation will be like them Muslim Shiite ATTACKS
Some where along the line its like me and 50 made PACT
He's got my back, I got his back, BACK
Its almost like were kinda, like Siamese twins
Cuz when we beef, we pull each other in,
To the bull shit like were conjoined at the hip,
Its just unavoidable, some of the shit is squashable
Some shit'll never boil over
Some of it will just simmer at best, if left alone
but let it be known there will be no sit downs
With no Daves and 'Zinos
There will be no peace discussions with me
There aint gone be no friendly debates over crumpets and tea
Just quit fuckin with me and ill gladly quit fuckin with you
Just spit ya 16 and do what you gotta do to get through
Without mentionin me or the machine or Jimmy Iovine
Or Dre or 50 or D-Twizzy, Obie and just let it be
Or we'll be back with a:.

[Chorus- 50 Cent & Eminem]
Gatman
There's a problem I'ma solve it
A nigga movin' around
With a big ass revolver and a batman
What the fuck are you retarded
You touch Shady I'll leave you dearly departed

[Verse 3- 50 Cent]
nigga you get it twisted, you can get ya wig splitted
I don't give a fuck, I don't care if police know I did it
Man I hustle, I get money, in the sunshine or a blizzard
I go hard for that paper, homie I just gotta get it
Got 'em on the screen, I'm plottin' in the county and I'm with it
You cross me and you gon' make a cemetery visit
That's gangsta, you know me I told it, cuz I live it
Showcases drop, when that chopper chop
Way up the block, get hit with copper tops
When drama pop, the llama pop
And it won't stop, you can run, call the cops
They say no, niggas know how I be on it
That shit you got, put my pistol to you I want it
Its not a game, perfect ai,m you feel the flame
Up against ya brain, man its so hot I'll make ya wish it rained

[Chorus- 50 Cent & Eminem]
I got a gat man
There's a problem I'ma solve it
A nigga movin' around
With a big ass revolver and a bat, man
What the fuck are you retarded
You touch Shady I'll leave you down
Leave the party
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СообщениеТема: Re: Тексты песен   Сб Авг 18, 2007 8:36 am

Текст песни Believe - Elton John

I believe in love, it's all we got
Love has no boundaries, costs nothing to touch
War makes money, cancer sleeps
Curled up in my father and that means something to me
Churches and dictators, politics and papers
Everything crumbles sooner or later
But love, I believe in love

I believe in love, it's all we got
Love has no boundaries, no borders to cross
Love is simple, hate breeds
Those who think difference is the child of disease
Father and son make love and guns
Families together kill someone
Without love, I believe in love

Without love I wouldn't believe
In anything that lives and breathes
Without love I'd have no anger
I wouldn't believe in the right to stand here
Without love I wouldn't believe
I couldn't believe in you
And I wouldn't believe in me
Without love

I believe in love
I believe in love
I believe in love
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СообщениеТема: Re: Тексты песен   Сб Авг 18, 2007 8:36 am

Текст песни Sorry Seems To Be The Hardest Word - Elton John

What do i go to do to make you love me
what do i go to do to make you care
what do i do when lightening strikes me
and to find that you are not there

what do i do to make you want me
what do i got to do to be heard
what do i say when it's all over
and sorry seems to be the hardest word

chorus:
it's sad (so sad)
it's a sad sad situation
and it's getting more and more absurd
it's sad (so sad) so sad
why can't we talk it over
oh, it seems to me
sorry seems to be the hardest word

what do i do to make you love me
what do i got to do to be heard
what do i do when lightening strikes me
what do i go to do,
what do i got to do?
when sorry seems to be the hardest word...
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СообщениеТема: Re: Тексты песен   Сб Авг 18, 2007 9:01 am

Кино, Виктор Цой
Текст песни «Алюминиевые огурцы»


D Hm
Здравствуйте, девочки,
G A
Здравствуйте, мальчики,
D Hm
Смотрите на меня в окно
G A
И мне кидайте свои пальчики, да-а
Ведь я

D Hm G
Сажаю алюминиевые огурцы, а-а
A
На брезентовом поле
Сажаю алюминиевые огурцы, а-а
На брезентовом поле

Три чукотских мудреца
Твердят, твердят мне без конца:
"Металл не принесет плода,
Игра не стоит свеч, а результат - труда",
Но я
ї
Сажаю алюминиевые огурцы, а-а ц 2 раза
На брезентовом поле ы

Злое белое колено
Пытается меня достать,
Колом колено колет вены
В надежд тайну разгадать,
Зачем я
ї
Сажаю алюминиевые огурцы, а-а ц 2 раза
На брезентовом поле ы

Кнопки, скрепки, клепки,
Дырки, булки, вилки,
Здесь тракторы пройдут мои
И упадут в копилку, упадут туда,
Где я
ї
Сажаю алюминиевые огурцы, а-а ц 2 раза
На брезентовом поле ы

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СообщениеТема: Re: Тексты песен   Сб Авг 18, 2007 9:01 am

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Текст песни «Группа крови»


Intro:Fm# Cm# Fm# E

Fm#
Теплое место, но улицы ждут
Cm#
Отпечатков наших ног.
Fm# E
Звездная пыль - на сапогах.

Мягкое кресло, клетчатый плед,
Не нажатый вовремя курок.
Солнечный день - в ослепительных снах.

Fm#
Группа крови - на рукаве,
Cm#
Мой порядковый номер - на рукаве,
Hm9 E
Пожелай мне удачи в бою, пожелай мне:
Не остаться в этой траве,
Не остаться в этой траве.
Пожелай мне удачи, пожелай мне удачи!

И есть чем платить, но я не хочу
Победы любой ценой.
Я никому не хочу ставить ногу на грудь.
Я хотел бы остаться с тобой,
Просто остаться с тобой,
Но высокая в небе звезда зовет меня в путь.

Группа крови - на рукаве,
Мой порядковый номер - на рукаве,
Пожелай мне удачи в бою, пожелай мне:
Не остаться в этой траве,
Не остаться в этой траве.
Пожелай мне удачи, пожелай мне удачи!

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СообщениеТема: Re: Тексты песен   Сб Авг 18, 2007 4:17 pm

Если у вас нету тети»


/А.Аронов - М.Таривердиев/

Если у вас нету дома, пожары ему не страшны
И жена не уйдёт к другому
Если у вас, если у вас
Если у вас нет жены
Нету жены

Если у вас нет собаки, её не отравит сосед
И с другом не будет драки
Если у вас, если у вас
Если у вас друга нет
Друга нет

--RF-- Оркестр гремит басами
Трубач выдувает медь
Думайте сами, решайте сами
Иметь или не иметь

Если у вас нету тёти, то вам её не потерять
И если вы не живёте
То вам и не, то вам и не
То вам и не умирать
Не умирать

--RF--
Иметь или не иметь
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СообщениеТема: Re: Тексты песен   Сб Авг 18, 2007 4:19 pm

Любе-Конь


Am | F | E
1) Выйду ночью в поле с конем
Am | C | E
Ночкой темной тихо пойдем
| Dm |G | C | F Можно вместо С ставить Е
Мы пойдем с конем по полю вдвоем \
| Dm | E | Am 2 раза
Мы пойдем с конем по полю вдвоем /

2) Ночью в поле звезд благодать
В поле никого не видать
Только мы с конем по полю идем
Только мы с конем по полю идем

3) Сяду я верхом на коня
Ты неси по полю меня
По бескраинему полю моему
По бескраинему полю моему

4) Дай-ка я разок посмотрю
Как рождает поле зарю
Ай брусничный цвет, алый да рассвет
Али есть то место али его нет

5) Полюшко мое родняки
Бабы, ребетня, мужики
Золотая рож да кудрявай лен
Я влюблен в тебя Россия влюблен

6) Будет добрым год хлебород
Всякое дурное уйдет
Пой злотая рож пой кудрявый лен
Пой о том как я в Россию влюблен
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СообщениеТема: Re: Тексты песен   Сб Авг 18, 2007 4:20 pm

Верка Сердючка
"Dancing Lasha Tumbai"

Hello everybody!
My name is Verka Serduchka
Me
English
Nicht verstehen!
Let’s speak DANCE!

Sieben, Sieben
Ai lyu lyu
Sieben, Sieben
Ein, zwei
Sieben, Sieben
Ai lyu lyu
Ein, zwei, drei

Sieben, Sieben
Ai lyu lyu
Sieben, Sieben
Ein, zwei
Sieben, Sieben
Ai lyu lyu
Ein, zwei, drei

Tanzen!

Weiter, weiter!

Ich liebe!

Sieben, Sieben
Ai lyu lyu
Sieben, Sieben
Ein, zwei
Sieben, Sieben
Ai lyu lyu
Ein, zwei, drei

Sieben, Sieben
Ai lyu lyu
Sieben, Sieben
Ein, zwei
Sieben, Sieben
Ai lyu lyu
Nu ein, zwei, drei

Tanzen!

I want to see... Aha...
To dance or not to dance
I want to see… Aha...
It’s not a question
I want to see… Aha...
Don’t live to dance
I want to see…
Dance to live
Aha...
I love you

I want to see
Lasha tumbai
I want to see
Lasha tumbai
I want to see
Lasha tumbai
I want to see

Tanzen!

Танцевать хорошо!

I want to see… Aha...
To dance or not to dance
I want to see… Aha...
It’s not a question
I want to see… Aha...
Don’t live to dance
I want to see…
Dance to live
Aha...
I love you

I want to see
Lasha tumbai
I want to see
Lasha tumbai
I want to see
Lasha tumbai
I want to see

Tanzen!

Україна – це круто?!
Круто!
Україна – це кльово?!
Кльово!
Танцює майдан!

Ok happy end
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СообщениеТема: Re: Тексты песен   Сб Авг 18, 2007 4:21 pm

Marija Serifovic
"Молитва"

Не сомкну глаз я
Пустая постель, и все как дурман
И жизнь моя тает
И исчезает как будто туман

Схожу с ума я
Одно лишь реально - мои мечты
Я просто люблю так
Я просто лишь верю, вернешься ты

Бреду я в бездорожье
И боюсь я новой боли
А дни все тревожней
Ран не сосчитать...

Припев:
Молитва
на губах моих как жар сгорает
Молитва
Твое имя повторю я снова
Небо знает как и я
Сколько раз произнесла ее я
Небо знает, ведь как и я
Только это одно имя для меня - молитва

Но богу не солгу я
Пусть молитва и святая
Но ложью будет то, что
Тебя забыла я

Припев:
Молитва
на губах моих как жар сгорает
Молитва
Твое имя повторю я снова
Небо знает как и я
Сколько раз произнесла ее я
Небо знает, как и я
Только это одно имя для меня - молитва

Только твое имя - молитва...
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СообщениеТема: Re: Тексты песен   Сб Авг 18, 2007 4:23 pm

Linkin Park-My December


This is my december,
this is my time of the year.
This is my december,
this is all so clear.
This is my december,
these are my snook of them all.
This is my december,
this is me alone.

(BRIDGE)

And I...
Just wish that I didn't feel that there was something I missed
And I...
Take bach all the things I've said to make you feel like that
And I...
Just wish that I didn't feel that there was something I missed
And I...
Take back all the things I said to you.

(CHORUS)
And I, give it all away,
just to have somewhere to go too.
Give it all away,
to have someone to come home to.

This is my december,
this is my snow coverd tree.
This is me pretending,
this is all I know.

(BRIDGE)

And I...
Just wish that I didn't feel that there was something I missed
And I...
Take bach all the things I've said to make you feel like that
And I...
Just wish that I didn't feel that there was something I missed
And I...
Take back all the things I said to you.

(CHORUS)

And I, give it all away,
just to have somewhere to go too.
Give it all away,
to have someone to come home to.

This is my december,
this is my time of the year.
This is my december,
this is all so clear...

(CHORUS)

And I, give it all away,
just to have somewhere to go too.
Give it all away,
to have someone to come home to.
Give it all away,
just to have somewhere to go too.
Give it all away,
to have someone to come
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СообщениеТема: Re: Тексты песен   Сб Авг 18, 2007 4:25 pm

Linkin Park-Numb


I'm tired of being what you want me to be
Feeling so faithless lost under the surface
Don't know what you're expecting of me
Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
Every step I take is another mistake to you
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)

[Chorus]
I've become so numb I can't feel you there
I've become so tired so much more aware
I've becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you

Can't you see that you're smothering me
Holding too tightly afraid to lose control
Cause everything that you thought I would be
Has fallen apart right in front of you
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
And every second I waste is more than I can take

[Chorus]
I've become so numb I can't feel you there
I've become so tired so much more aware
I've becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you

And I know
I may end up failing too
But I know
You were just like me with someone disappointed in you

[Chorus]
I've become so numb I can't feel you there
I've become so tired so much more aware
I've becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you

[Chorus]
I've become so numb I can't feel you there
Is everything what you want me to be
I've become so numb I can't feel you there
Is everything what you want me to be
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Graffiti decorations
Underneath a sky of dust
A constant wave of tension
On top of broken trust
The lessons that you taught me
I learn were never true

Now I find myself in question
They point the finger at me again
Guilty by association
You point the finger at me again

Paper bags and angry voices
Under a sky of dust
Another wave of tension
Has more than filled me up
All my talk of taking action
These words were never true

Now I find myself in question
They point the finger at me again
Guilty by association
You point the finger at me again

I wanna run away
Never say goodbye
I wanna know the truth
Instead of wondering why
I wanna know the answers
No more lies
I wanna shut the door
And open up my mind

Gonna run away
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СообщениеТема: Re: Тексты песен   Сб Авг 18, 2007 4:26 pm

2pac-Running


[Chorus]
You know, I wonder if they'll laugh when I am dead
Why am I fighting to live, if I'm just living to fight
Why am I trying to see, when there aint nothing inside
Why I am I trying to give, when no one gives me a try
Why am I dying to live, if I'm just living to die

[Notorious B.I.G.]
Check it, I grew up a fuckin screw up
Got introduced to the game, got a ounce and fuckin blew up
Choppin rocks overnight
The nigga Biggie Smalls tryin ta turn into the black Frank White
We had to grow dreads to change our description
Tupac on the milk box missin
Show they toes you know they got stepped on
A fist full of bullets a chest full of Teflon
Run from the police picture that, nigga I'm too fat
I fuck around and catch a asthma attack
That's why I bust back, it don't phase me
When he drop, take his glock, and I'm Swayze
Summer break, my escape, sold the glock, bought some weight
Laid back, I got some money to make, motherfucker

[Chorus]

[2Pac]
And still I'm havin memories of high speeds, when the cops crashed
As I laugh pushin the gas when my glocks blast
We was young, and we was dumb but we had heart
In the dark when we survived through the bad parts
Many dreams is what I had, and many wishes
No hesitation in extermination of these snitches
And these bitches they still continue to per sue me
A couple of movies now the whole world tryin to screw me
even the cops tried to sue me
So what can I do but stay true, sippin 22's a brewin
now the medias tryin to test me got the press askin questions,
tryin to stress me
misery is all I see, thats my mind's state
My history with the police is shakin' the crime rate
Ma main man had 2 stikes, slipped, got arrested and flipped
He screamed 'Thug Life!' and emptied a clip
gots tired of runnin from the motherfuckin police
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