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Серж МУЖЫК
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| Тема: Re: Тексты песен Пт Авг 17, 2007 7:57 am | |
| Eminem - My name is Скачать мелодию этой песни на мобильный телефон
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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| Тема: Re: Тексты песен Пт Авг 17, 2007 7:57 am | |
| Eminem - Sing for the moment Скачать мелодию этой песни на мобильный телефон
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 | |
| | | Серж МУЖЫК
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| Тема: 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
Проигрыш:
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
Проигрыш:
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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| Тема: 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 | |
| | | N@sten@ "белая & пушистая"
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| Тема: 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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| Тема: 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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| Тема: 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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| Тема: 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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| Тема: 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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| Тема: 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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| 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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| 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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| (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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| Тема: 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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| 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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| Тема: 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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| Кино, Виктор Цой 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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| Тема: 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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| Тема: 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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| Тема: 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!
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| Тема: 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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| Тема: 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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| 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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| Тема: 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
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[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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