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2OhvhEa8B0GI88Zedl7xGl | D-Block & S-te-Fan | Music Made Addict | I... I don't want...
I... I don't want...
I... I don't want...
Music made the addict in me
Come on now!
I keep on searching that feeling for more
I don't want to fight this no more
Music takes me higher baby
Music made the addict in me
Come on now!
I keep on searching that feeling for more
I don't want to fight this no more
Music takes me higher baby
Music made the addict in me
Come on now!
I keep on searching that feeling for more
I don't want to fight this no more
Music takes me higher baby
Music made the addict in me
Come on now!
I keep on searching that feeling for more
I don't want to fight this no more
Music takes me higher baby
Music made the addict in me
Come on now!
I keep on searching that feeling for more
I don't want to fight this no more
Music takes me higher baby
Music made the addict in me
Come on now!
Music made the addict in me
I keep on searching that feeling for more
I don't want to fight this, I don't want to fight this
Takes me higher baby
Music made the addict in me
I keep on searching that feeling for more
I don't want to fight this no more
Music takes me higher baby
Music made the addict in me
I keep on searching that feeling for more
I don't want to fight this no more
Music takes me higher baby
Music made the addict in me
Come on now!
Music made the addict in me
Come on now!
I keep on searching that feeling for more
I don't want to fight this no more
I keep on searching that feeling for more
I don't want to fight this no more
Music takes me higher baby
Music made the addict in me
Come on now!
I keep on searching that feeling for more
I don't want to fight this no more
Music takes me higher baby
Music made the addict in me
Come on now!
I keep on searching that feeling for more
I don't want to fight this no more
Music takes me higher baby
Music made the addict in me
Come on now!
I keep on searching that feeling for more
I don't want to fight this no more
Music takes me higher baby
Music made the addict in me
Come on now!
I... I don't want...
Music made the addict in me
I... I don't want...
Music made the addict in me
Come on now! | en |
2y4N7pCqL84NeLxKOZL7EP | D-Block & S-te-Fan | The Human Soul | Once, at the wave of his wand
All the billows of musical sound followed his will
As the sea was ruled by the prophet of old
The master of music
Once, at the wave of his wand
All the billows of musical sound followed his will
As the sea was ruled by the prophet of old
Now that his hand is relaxed
And his rod has dropped to the ground
The glory of music endures in the depths of the human soul
The master of music
Now that his hand is relaxed
And his rod has dropped to the ground
The glory of music endures in the depths of the human soul
The master of music | en |
3LJy93lXURXqAIFU33GIS4 | Neil Young | Are You Ready for the Country? | Slippin' and a slidin' playin' Dominos leftin'
And a rightin' ain't a crime you know
Well I gotta tell the story before it's time to go
Are you ready for the country are you ready for me
Are you ready for the country ain't that a sight to see
Talkin' to a preacher said God was on his side
Talkin' to a butcher they both were sellin' hides
Well I gotta tell the story boys I don't know the reason why
Are you ready for the country
Are you ready for the country | en |
38GExEjUnTTJr9J2SHJROj | Neil Young | Alabama | Oh, Alabama
The devil fools with the best laid plan
Swing low, Alabama
You got the spare change
You got to feel strange
And now the moment is all that it meant
Alabama, you got the weight on your shoulders
That's breaking your back
Your Cadillac has got a wheel in the ditch
And a wheel on the track
Oh, Alabama
Banjos playing through the broken glass
Windows down in Alabama
See the old folks tied in white ropes
Hear the banjo
Don't it take you down home?
Alabama, you got the weight on your shoulders
That's breaking your back
Your Cadillac has got a wheel in the ditch
And a wheel on the track
Oh, Alabama
Can I see you and shake your hand
Make friends down in Alabama
I'm from a new land
I come to you and see all this ruin
What are you doing Alabama?
You got the rest of the union to help you along
What's going wrong? | en |
6PVa4pTYFPv2Sew9wLoyrz | Neil Young | Alabama - 2009 Remaster | Oh, Alabama, the devil fools with the best laid plan
Swing low, Alabama
You got the spare change, you got to feel strange
And now the moment is all that it meant
Alabama, you got the weight on your shoulders
That's breaking your back
Your Cadillac has got a wheel in the ditch
And a wheel on the track
Oh Alabama, banjos playing through the broken glass
Windows down in Alabama
See the old folks tied in white ropes, hear the banjo
Don't it take you down home?
Alabama, you got the weight on your shoulders
That's breaking your back
Your Cadillac has got a wheel in the ditch
And a wheel on the track
Oh Alabama, can I see you and shake your hand?
Make friends down in Alabama
I'm from a new land, I come to you and
See all this ruin, what are you doing?
Alabama
You got the rest of the union
To help you along
What's going wrong? | en |
1dw3kGhWYMNP4tYMWHvLxg | Neil Young | Till the Morning Comes | I'm gonna give you
till the morning comes
Till the morning comes,
till the morning comes.
I'm only waiting
till the morning comes
Till the morning comes,
till the morning comes.
I'm gonna give you
till the morning comes
Till the morning comes,
till the morning comes.
I'm only waiting
till the morning comes
Till the morning comes,
till the morning comes. | en |
4Qd39ySO5WaxBvenQQBF2F | Neil Young | Rockin' in the Free World - Live Acoustic | Theres colors on the street, red, white and blue
People shufflin' their feet, people sleepin' in their shoes
There's a warnin' sign on the road ahead
There's a lot of people sayin' we'd be better off dead
Don't feel like Satan but I am with them
So I try to forget it any way I can
Keep on rockin' in the free world
Keep on rockin' in the free world
Keep on rockin' in the free world
Keep on rockin' in the free world
I see a woman in the night with a baby in her hand
There's an old street light, near a garbage can
Now she put the kid away and she's gone to get a hit
She hates her life and what she's done to it
There's one more kid that will never go to school
Never get to fall in love, never get to be cool
Keep on rockin' in the free world
Keep on rockin' in the free world
Keep on rockin' in the free world
Keep on rockin' in the free world
Weve got a thousand points in light for the homeless man
Weve got a kinder, gentler machine gun hand
We got department stores and toilet paper
Got Styrofoam boxes for the ozone layer
Got a man of the people, says, Keeps em alive
Got fuel to burn, got roads to drive
Keep on rockin' in the free world
Keep on rockin' in the free world
Keep on rockin' in the free world
Keep on rockin' in the free world | en |
73ZWInNQw5NTQ01GqgJAF4 | Neil Young | Don't Cry | Don't cry my sweet girl
Nothin' I say is written in stone
Don't cry my sweet love
You won't really be alone.
I'll help you pack your things
I'll walk with you out to the car
I'll hold on to the ring
I won't forget the way things are.
My sweet love.
Your disappointed eyes
Are haunting me like my big lies
I see you glaring now
I see you staring in the fire.
My sweet love.
Don't cry my sweet girl
Nothin' I say is written in stone
Don't cry my sweet love
You won't really be alone.
My sweet love, my sweet love.
Don't cry my sweet girl
You won't really be alone
Don't cry my sweet girl
You won't really be alone
Don't cry my sweet girl
You won't really be alone. | en |
4U0opvt9AYF95ySIIoZx3c | Neil Young | Hangin' on a Limb | Though the river flows
Gently to the sea
He was on the shore
Rooted like a tree
She was here and there
Riding on the waves
Through it all she heard his call
And gave it all she gave.
And though their love was hangin' on a limb
She taught him how to dance and start again
And though their love was hangin' on a limb
She taught him how to dance.
And when the melody
Through the window called
It echoed in the courtyard
And whispered in the halls
He played it through the night
She knew he had to go
There was something about freedom
He thought he didn't know.
And though their love was hangin' on a limb
She taught him how to dance and start again
And though their love was hangin' on a limb
She taught him how to dance.
Though the river flowed
Gently to the sea
He was on the shore
Rooted like a tree
She was here and there
Riding on the waves
Through it all she heard his call
And gave it all she gave.
And though their love was hangin' on a limb
She taught him how to dance. | en |
2lNMmGSrmWm9EXV256ykyO | Neil Young | The Ways of Love | You are my special one
Made my heart come all undone
We've been havin' too much fun
Now someone else
Will sleep with tears
When he hears
What we've done.
Oh, the ways of love
Oh, the ways of love.
Hear my song and hear my heart
We'll be gone when the music starts
Then we'll never be apart
Just you and I
Go flyin' by
No one to cry
That we're gone.
Oh, the ways of love
Oh, the ways of love.
You are my special one
Made my heart come all undone
We've been havin' too much fun
Now someone else
Will sleep with tears
When he hears
What we've done.
Oh, the ways of love
Oh, the ways of love. | en |
0WugLZ5wgwzonmrkplLfUL | Neil Young | Someday | Wake up all you sleeping beauties
More are being born while you rest
They're pipin' music in
We all have to sin
Someday
We all have to sin
Someday.
Rommel wore a ring on his finger
He only took it off when he flew his plane
Once he told me why
He said we all have to fly
Someday
We all have to fly
Someday.
The T.V. preacher can't be bothered
With those petty things
He stays a step removed so they say
He's pipin' music in
We all have to sin
Someday
We all have to sin
Someday.
Workin' on that great Alaska pipeline
Many men were lost in the pipe
They went to fuelin' cars
How smog might turn to stars
Someday
Smog might turn to stars
Someday.
Hold me baby, put your arms around me
Give me all the love you have to give
Tomorrow won't be late
We won't have to wait
Someday
We won't have to wait
Someday. | en |
6Sv7hg9JcTBnSai6f5rEZ0 | Neil Young | On Broadway | They say the neon lights are bright on Broadway
They say there's always magic in the air
But when you're walking down the street
And you ain't had enough to eat
The glitter rubs right off and you're nowhere (on Broadway)
They say the women treat you right on Broadway
But looking at them just gives me the blues
'Cause how you gonna make some time
When all you got is one thin dime
And one thin dime won't even shine your shoes (on Broadway)
They say that I won't last too long on Broadway
I'll catch a Greyhound bus for home, they all say
But They're dead wrong, I know they are
'Cause I can play this here guitar
And I won't quit till I'm a star on Broadway (on Broadway) | en |
3SWt8Ji2s7rjS35mP0iJTO | Neil Young | Too Far Gone | When I woke up you were gone
And the sun was on the lawn
Empty pillow with perfume on
I smelled it.
Well, we met in my favorite bar
Took a ride in my old car
But I still don't know how
We made it home.
Was I too far gone
Too far gone
Too far gone
For you.
We had drugs and we had booze
But we still had something to lose
And by dawn I wanted
To marry you.
With our attitudes by day
And our secret dreams by night
Can we really live our lives
That way.
Am I too far gone
Too far gone
Too far gone
For you.
Was I too far gone
Too far gone
Too far gone
For you. | en |
1EVgCMjGny4sUxsZ7ghPmh | Neil Young | Sugar Mountain - 2017 Remaster | Oh, to live on Sugar Mountain
With the barkers and the colored balloons
You can't be twenty on Sugar Mountain
Though you're thinking that you're leaving there too soon
You're leaving there too soon
It's so noisy at the fair
But all your friends are there
And the candy floss you had
And your mother and your dad
Oh, to live on Sugar Mountain
With the barkers and the colored balloons
You can't be twenty on Sugar Mountain
Though you're thinking that you're leaving there too soon
You're leaving there too soon
There's a girl just down the aisle
Oh, to turn and see her smile
You can hear the words she wrote
As you read the hidden note
Oh, to live on Sugar Mountain
With the barkers and the colored balloons
You can't be twenty on Sugar Mountain
Though you're thinking that you're leaving there too soon
You're leaving there too soon
Now you're underneath the stairs
And you're givin' back some glares
To the people who you met
And it's your first cigarette
Oh, to live on Sugar Mountain
With the barkers and the colored balloons
You can't be twenty on Sugar Mountain
Though you're thinking that you're leaving there too soon
You're leaving there too soon
Now you say you're leavin' home
'Cause you want to be alone
Ain't it funny how you feel
When you're findin' out it's real?
Oh, to live on Sugar Mountain
With the barkers and the colored balloons
You can't be twenty on Sugar Mountain
Though you're thinking that you're leaving there too soon
You're leaving there too soon
Oh, to live on Sugar Mountain
with the barkers and the colored balloons
You can't be twenty on Sugar Mountain
Though you're thinking that you're leaving there too soon
You're leaving there too soon | en |
4c7WBDIEJwvtK4vlFupvk7 | Neil Young | The Old Laughing Lady - 2017 Remaster | Don't call pretty Peggy, she can't hear you no more
Don't leave no message 'round her back door
They say the old laughing lady been here before
She don't keep time, she don't count score
You can't have a cupboard if there ain't no wall
You got to move, there's no time left to stall
They say the old laughing lady dropped by to call
When she leaves, she leaves nothing at all
See the drunkard of the village falling on the street
Can't tell his ankles from the rest of his feet
He loves his old laughing lady, 'cause her taste is so sweet
But his laughing lady's lovin' ain't the kind he can keep
There's a fever on the freeway, blacks out the night
There's a slipping on the stairway, just don't feel right
And there's a rumbling in the bedroom and a flashing of light
There's the old laughing lady, everything is alright | en |
6oav2a4SavrCtOtTeJOgTj | Neil Young | After the Gold Rush - 2017 Remaster | Well, I dreamed I saw the knights
In armor coming,
Saying something about a queen.
There were peasants singing and
Drummers drumming
And the archer split the tree.
There was a fanfare blowing
To the sun
That was floating on the breeze.
Look at Mother Nature on the run
In the nineteen seventies.
Look at Mother Nature on the run
In the nineteen seventies.
I was lying in a burned out basement
With the full moon in my eyes.
I was hoping for replacement
When the sun burst thru the sky.
There was a band playing in my head
And I felt like getting high.
I was thinking about what a
Friend had said
I was hoping it was a lie.
Thinking about what a
Friend had said
I was hoping it was a lie.
Well, I dreamed I saw the silver
Space ships flying
In the yellow haze of the sun,
There were children crying
And colors flying
All around the chosen ones.
All in a dream, all in a dream
The loading had begun.
They were flying Mother Nature's
Silver seed to a new home in the sun.
Flying Mother Nature's
Silver seed to a new home. | en |
0QLlMo4kdaIVaVk1ivp4lr | Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young | Ohio - 2017 Remaster | Tin soldiers and Nixon coming
We're finally on our own
This summer I hear the drumming
Four dead in Ohio
Gotta get down to it, soldiers are cutting us down
Should have been gone long ago
What if you knew her and found her dead on the ground
How can you run when you know?
La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la, la-la-la
La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la, la-la-la
Gotta get down to it, soldiers are cutting us down
Should have been gone long ago
What if you knew her and found her dead on the ground
How can you run when you know?
Tin soldiers and Nixon coming
We're finally on our own
This summer I hear the drumming
Four dead in Ohio
Four dead in Ohio (four)
Four dead in Ohio (I said four, I said four)
Four dead in Ohio (how many more?)
Four dead in Ohio (why?)
Four dead in Ohio (I wanna know why)
Four dead in Ohio (you better tell me why)
Four dead in Ohio (why?)
Four dead in Ohio (why did they die?)
Four dead in Ohio (you tell me why)
Four dead in Ohio (I said why)
Four dead in Ohio (I wanna know why)
Four dead in Ohio (why?)
Four dead in Ohio (I said why)
Four dead in Ohio (why, Lord?)
Four dead in Ohio (why did they die?)
Four dead in Ohio (I said why)
Four dead in Ohio (why?)
Four dead in Ohio (yeah, why?)
Four dead in Ohio (please tell me why)
Four dead in Ohio (why?)
Four dead in Ohio (I wanna know)
Four dead in Ohio (why?)
Four dead in Ohio (why did they died)
Four dead in Ohio (you tell me why)
Four dead in Ohio (why?)
Four dead in Ohio (why?)
Four dead in Ohio (why?)
Four dead in Ohio (why?)
Four dead in Ohio (why?)
Four dead in Ohio
Thank you | en |
5k1LURSmMiGw7vX2hRKL7w | Neil Young | Soldier - 2017 Remaster | Soldier, your eyes, they shine like the sun
I wonder why.
Soldier, your eyes shine like the sun
I wonder why.
Jesus, I saw you walkin' on the river
I don't believe you.
You can't deliver right away
I wonder why.
Jesus, your eyes shine like the sun
I wonder why. | en |
3Ly6iXIdUlqYarUeLLYM33 | Neil Young | A Man Needs a Maid - 2017 Remaster | My life is changing in so many ways
I don't know who to trust anymore
There's a shadow running through my days
Like a beggar going from door to door
I was thinking that maybe I'd get a maid
Find a place nearby for her to stay
Just someone to keep my house clean
Fix my meals and go away
A maid
A man needs a maid
A maid
It's hard to make that change
When life and love turns strange
And old
To give a love, you gotta live a love
To live a love, you gotta be part of
When will I see you again?
A while ago somewhere I don't know when
I was watching a movie with a friend
I fell in love with the actress
She was playing a part that I could understand
A maid
A man needs a maid
A maid
When will I see you again? | en |
1oBBjEKKMOb05bC8oDbB4s | Neil Young | Tonight's the Night (Pt. 1) - 2017 Remaster | Tonight's the night, tonight's the night
Tonight's the night, tonight's the night
Tonight's the night, tonight's the night
Tonight's the night, tonight's the night
Bruce Berry was a working man
He used to load that Econoline van
A sparkle was in his eye
But his life was in his hands
And people, let me tell you
Late at night when the people were gone
He used to pick up my guitar
And sing a song in a shaky voice
That was real as the day was long
Tonight's the night, tonight's the night
Tonight's the night, tonight's the night
Well, early in the mornin' at the break of day
He used to sleep until the afternoon
If you never heard him sing
I guess you won't too soon
'Cause people, let me tell you
It sent a chill up and down my spine
When I picked up the telephone
And heard that he'd died out on the mainline
Tonight's the night, tonight's the night
Tonight's the night, tonight's the night
Tonight's the night, tonight's the night
Tonight's the night, tonight's the night
Tonight's the night
Bruce Berry was a working man
He used to load that Econoline van
Well, early in the morning about the break of day
He used to sleep until the afternoon
Tonight's the night, tonight's the night
Tonight's the night, tonight's the night
Tonight's the night, tonight's the night
Tonight's the night, tonight's the night
Tonight's the night, tonight's the night | en |
0M7QeHqV352spAf1t5MRG5 | Neil Young | Tired Eyes - 2017 Remaster | Well, he shot four men in a cocaine deal
And he left them lyin' in an open field
Full of old cars with bullet holes in the mirrors.
He tried to do his best but he could not.
Please take my advice, please take my advice
Please take my advice.
Open up the tired eyes,
Open up the tired eyes.
Well, it wasn't supposed to go down that way.
But they burned his brother, you know,
And they left him lying in the driveway.
They let him down with nothin'.
He tried to do his best but he could not.
Please take my advice, please take my advice
Please take my advice.
Open up the tired eyes,
Open up the tired eyes.
Well tell me more, tell me more, tell me more
I mean was he a heavy doper or was he just a loser?
He was a friend of yours.
What do you mean, he had bullet holes in his mirrors?
He tried to do his best but he could not.
Please take my advice, please take my advice
Please take my advice.
Open up the tired eyes,
Open up the tired eyes.
Please take my advice, please take my advice
Please take my advice.
Open up the tired eyes,
Open up the tired eyes. | en |
1mU0q8iH7GhkEUj5TxNA7x | Neil Young | For the Turnstiles - 2017 Remaster | All the sailors with their seasick mamas
Hear the sirens on the shore,
Singin' songs for pimps with tailors
Who charge ten dollars at the door.
You can really learn a lot that way
It will change you in the middle of the day.
Though your confidence may be shattered,
It doesn't matter.
All the great explorers
Are now in Granite Lake
Under white sheets for the great unveiling
At the big parade.
You can really learn a lot that way
It will change you in the middle of the day.
Though your confidence may be shattered,
It doesn't matter.
All the bush league batters
Are left to die on the diamond.
In the stands the home crowd scatters
For the turnstiles,
For the turnstiles,
For the turnstiles. | en |
2SiN8njxfRDBEiXht5lV80 | Neil Young | Winterlong - 2017 Remaster | I waited for you, Winterlong
You seem to be where I belong.
It's all illusion anyway.
If things should ever turn out wrong
And all the love we have is gone,
It won't be easy on that day.
Waiting to follow
Through the dreamlight of your way
Is not so easy for me now.
Half the time has passed away
Things we thought of yesterday
Come back now, come back now.
Waiting to follow
Through the dreamlight of your way
Is not so easy for me now.
Half the time has passed away
Things we thought of yesterday
Come back now, come back now.
I waited for you Winterlong
You seem to be where I belong. | en |
1n6gDSllAqVSweuFD82hNH | Neil Young | Like a Hurricane - 2017 Remaster | Once I thought I saw you in a crowded, hazy bar
Dancing on the light from star to star
Far across a moonbeam, I know that's who you are
I saw your brown eyes turning once to fire
You are like a hurricane
There's calm in your eye
And I'm gettin' blown away
To somewhere safer where the feeling stays
I want to love you, but I'm getting blown away
I am just a dreamer, but you are just a dream
You could have been anyone to me
Before that moment you touched my lips
That perfect feeling when time just slips
Away between us on our foggy trip
You are like a hurricane
There's calm in your eye
And I'm gettin' blown away
To somewhere safer where the feeling stays
I want to love you, but I'm getting blown away
Blown away
You are just a dreamer, and I am just a dream
You could have been anyone to me
Before that moment you touched my lips
That perfect feeling when time just slips
Away between us on our foggy trip
You are like a hurricane
There's calm in your eye
And I'm gettin' blown away
To somewhere safer where the feeling stays
I want to love you, but I'm getting blown away | en |
0mzzFxYs8wPfKwNIq4WTq1 | Neil Young | Cortez the Killer - 2017 Remaster | He came dancing across the water
With his galleons and guns
Looking for the new world
And that palace in the sun.
On the shore lay Montezuma
With his coca leaves and pearls
In his halls he often wandered
With the secrets of the worlds.
And his subjects gathered 'round him
Like the leaves around a tree
In their clothes of many colors
For the angry gods to see.
And the women all were beautiful
And the men stood straight and strong
They offered life in sacrifice
So that others could go on.
Hate was just a legend
And war was never known
The people worked together
And they lifted many stones.
And they carried them to the flatlands
But they died along the way
And they built up with their bare hands
What we still can't do today.
And I know she's living there
And she loves me to this day
I still can't remember when
Or how I lost my way.
He came dancing across the water
Cortez, Cortez
What a killer. | en |
1MF5iQOhiz11mhehiqjPMN | Neil Young | Walk On - 2016 Remaster | I hear some people
been talkin' me down,
Bring up my name,
pass it 'round.
They don't mention
happy times
They do their thing,
I'll do mine.
Ooh baby,
that's hard to change
I can't tell them
how to feel.
Some get stoned,
some get strange,
But sooner or later
it all gets real.
Walk on, walk on,
Walk on, walk on.
I remember
the good old days.
Stayed up all night
gettin' crazed.
Then the money
was not so good,
But we still did
the best we could.
Ooh baby,
that's hard to change
I can't tell them
how to feel.
Some get stoned,
some get strange,
But sooner or later
it all gets real.
Walk on, walk on,
Walk on, walk on. | en |
4tYPrKSZJQTocvTiPkA87i | Neil Young | See the Sky About to Rain - 2016 Remaster | See the sky about to rain, broken clouds and rain.
Locomotive, pull the train, whistle blowing through my brain.
Signals curling on an open plain, rolling down the track again.
See the sky about to rain.
Some are bound for happiness, some are bound to glory
Some are bound to live with less, who can tell your story?
See the sky about to rain, broken clouds and rain.
Locomotive, pull the train, whistle blowin' through my brain.
Signals curlin' on an open plain, rollin' down the track again.
See the sky about to rain.
I was down in dixie land, played a silver fiddle
Played it loud and then the man broke it down the middle.
See the sky about to rain. | en |
46m0x6s8YzccwTPwqyMiaz | Neil Young | For the Turnstiles - 2016 Remaster | All the sailors with their seasick mamas
Hear the sirens on the shore,
Singin' songs for pimps with tailors
Who charge ten dollars at the door.
You can really learn a lot that way
It will change you in the middle of the day.
Though your confidence may be shattered,
It doesn't matter.
All the great explorers
Are now in Granite Lake
Under white sheets for the great unveiling
At the big parade.
You can really learn a lot that way
It will change you in the middle of the day.
Though your confidence may be shattered,
It doesn't matter.
All the bush league batters
Are left to die on the diamond.
In the stands the home crowd scatters
For the turnstiles,
For the turnstiles,
For the turnstiles. | en |
5rd5wBubseTPPcxJe0IuYc | Neil Young | Vampire Blues - 2016 Remaster | I'm a vampire baby
Suckin' blood from the earth
I'm a vampire baby
Suckin' blood from the earth
Well i'm a vampire baby
Sell ya twenty barrels worth
I'm a black bat baby
Bangin' on your window pane
Well i'm a black bat baby
Bangin' on your window pane
I'm a black bat baby
I need my high octane
Good times are coming
I hear it everywhere i go
Good times are coming
I hear it everywhere i go
Good times are coming
But they're sure comin' slow
Well i'm a vampire baby
Suckin' blood from the earth
I'm a vampire baby
Suckin' blood from the earth
Well i'm a vampire baby
I'll sell ya twenty barrels worth
Good times are comin'
*guitar solo* | en |
73d8ldCv65n82X9w5ILJVn | Keval Walanj | Tula I Love You Mhanto | पाहिलं प्रेम तूझ्यावरती करतो
जीव माझा तूझ्यावरती जडतो
पाहिलं प्रेम तूझ्यावरती करतो
जीव माझा तूझ्यावरती जडतो
लाखात एक तू गोरी गोरी पोरं
माझा जीव हा तूझ्यावर मरतो
तुला, I love you म्हणतो
तुला, I love you म्हणतो
प्रेमं,तूझ्यावर करतो
तुला आय लव्ह यू म्हणतो
प्रेमं,तूझ्यावर करतो
# instrumental
जवापासून पाहिलं तुला
पोरी झालो मी तुझा दिवाना
माझा स्वप्नात येतेस तू
तूझ्याविणा मनं माझं आता राहीना
जवापासून पाहिलं तुला
पोरी झालो मी तुझा दिवाना
माझा स्वप्नात येतेस तू
तूझ्याविणा मन माझं आता राहीना
बंगला बांधीन मी दर्या किनारी
सुरु करू आपली प्रेमं कहाणी
हो बंगला बांधीन मी दर्या किनारी
सुरु करू आपली प्रेमं कहाणी
लाखात एंक तू गोरी गोरी पोरं
माझा जीवं हां तूझ्यावर मरतो
तुला I love you म्हणतो
तुला I love you म्हणतो
प्रेमं तूझ्यावर करतो
तुला I love you म्हणतो
प्रेमं तूझ्यावर करतो
कशी सांगू मी तुला
माझा मनात दडलंय कायं रं
माझा स्वप्नातला तू राजा
माझं पाहिलं प्रेमं तुचं हायं रं
हो कशी सांगू मी,तुला
माझा मनात दडलंय कायं रं
माझा स्वप्नातला तू,राजा
माझं पाहिलं प्रेमं तूच हायं रं
सांग होशील का राजा माझा दिलाचा
होईन मी,तुझी राणी
गळ्यात बांधून माझा सोन्याचं मणी
होईन,मी तुझी नवरी
पहिलं प्रेमं तुझ्यावरती करते
आई,शप्पत मी तुझा वरती मरते
पाहिलं प्रेम तूझ्यावरती करते
आई,शप्पत मी तुझा वरती मरते
सांगायचं होतं ते राहून गेलं
मी प्रेमं तूझ्यावर करते
तुला I love you म्हणते
प्रेमं तूझ्यावर करते
तुला I love you म्हणते
प्रेमं तूझ्यावर करते
तुला I love you म्हणते | mr |
4y4pzaos15lWOYbUsV0FTQ | Cornelio Reyna | Ya No Llores | Ya no llores
Mujer ya no estés triste
Porque vas acabarte tu misma
Con tus penas, mas vas a consumirte
Ya no llores, no acabes tu vida
En tu vida, no has hecho otra cosa
Nada más que llorando tus males
Pero voy a morirme mañana
Tal vez nunca sabré tus pesares
Siempre, siempre te he visto rendida
Has pasado tu vida llorando
Ya no llores, mujer, ya no llores
Porque en vida, te estas acabando
Ya no llores
No derrames mas llanto, que hasta en mi
Se encierra la tristeza
Ve rodando tu llanto por el suelo
Ya no llores, piensa con la cabeza
Siempre, siempre te he visto rendida
Has pasado tu vida llorando
Ya no llores, mujer, ya no llores
Porque en vida, te estas acabando | es |
3ZLsDOTN8cFjtQ9ctntKCC | Cornelio Reyna | Me Caí De La Nube | Me caí de la nube que andaba
Como a 20.000 metros de altura
Por poquito que pierdo la vida
Esa fue mi mejor aventura
Por la suerte caí entre los brazos
De una linda y hermosa criatura
Me tapó con su lindo vestido
Y corriendo a esconder me llevó
Me colmó todo el cuerpo de besos
Y abrazada, conmigo lloró
Preguntaba que yo le dijera
Qué persona de allá me aventó
No le pude decir nada, nada
Solamente pensé en la maldad
Me subí hasta la nube más alta
Y tirarme a matar de verdad
Y olvidar a una ingrata perfura
Que en mi cara me supo engañar
Me tapó con su lindo vestido
Y corriendo a esconder me llevó
Me colmó todo el cuerpo de besos
Y abrazada, conmigo lloró
Preguntaba que yo le dijera
Qué persona de allá me aventó
No le pude decir nada, nada
Solamente pensé en la maldad
Me subí hasta la nube más alta
Y tirarme a matar de verdad
Y olvidar a una ingrata perfura
Que en mi cara me supo engañar | es |
1clmXHSqXbUEmdK5YtZ8UN | Cornelio Reyna | Andamos Perdidos | Estoy perdido contigo tú vives
conmigo, que vida me das
voy por el mundo sin rumbo
contigo y conmigo la vida se va.
Tú me lo dices muy claro que
el día que te olvide me vas a matar,
yo tambien pienso lo mismo
y como ando perdido lo puedo lograr.
Los dos andamos perdidos, perdidos
de puro amor pero el dia que nos cansemos
nos vamos con DIOS los dos.
Tú me lo dices muy claro que
el día que te olvide me vas a matar,
yo tambien pienso lo mismo
y como ando perdido lo puedo lograr.
Los dos andamos perdidos, perdidos
de puro amor pero el dia que nos cansemos
nos vamos con DIOS los dos | es |
4Ht9IX7zeDODzpGnN0h9EO | Ameen Khattab | قول قول خليها تكلك ( حلك من التكريت في الحاله ) | مرحب بيكم علي كوكب جاتا كوكب الكيتامين
حكايات بتدور علشان ولا حاجة معناس مش نافعين
متخطرهاش والنبي يا حماده احنا مش ناقصين
خد عجلك وامشي عايزك تقول للي مشجعك اني انا لوخطيت
صدقني تاني مش هرجعك تلاشاني احسنلك | ar |
7mQeLTVq1KQa9Jz4m7YvY7 | Ameen Khattab | نصيبها اتكتب مبقاش ليا | في كوكب رفايع انا ضايع
وكله عامل مظبوط صايع.
بلاش تندبوني عشان بايع
قلبي في تربه ومش خايف.
بفتح عيوني علي مهالك
وقلبي في بحر غريق هالك
ده كله في جرحي بقا يشارك
باردون بليس كده هتحول.
ده كوكب جاحد وبيأذيني
مشوفتش واحد جواه صافيلي.
بعلي في ناس وتوطيني
ملعون أبوها الماديه.
في داهيه طب غورو مااهيش واقفه
لحالي احلالي من المنافقه
رسمتو المحبه طب سقفه
يا مسرحيه خاينين.
مركب صحاب وبميت ريس
مفيهاش جدع كله مهيس.
مرهم هتتحب كويس
ماشيه ب مراهم ومسكن.
سوق الصحاب دوغري مبقع
بقا كله متني و مرقع.
ع الفركه كلها بتجمع
في الضيقه مني بيخلعوو.
شربت السموم واتخضرت
يانفسي كفايه ادمرت
غلطت ياقلبي وليه صبرت
ع اللي باعك من الاول.
عالم غريبه حبها فيك
محدش معاك كله عليك
واللي فيهم يجبوه فيك
وميعرفوش كلمه عيب.
نصيبها اتكتب مبقاش ليا
في حضنك و بتفكر فيا.
ياصحبي عمرها ما تكون هيا
اللي في يوم هتشيل اسمي...
كرامتك لاغيتها عشان قلبك
دي نامت في حضني كتير قبلك.
تسمحلي اقولك مااهي شبهك
ضحكت عليك عشان انت خروف ...
هجرح وابيع اللي باعوني
هكسر بنفس اللي خانوني
ارقامكو محذوفه من فوني
خلصت خلاص مع امثالكو
اشكال ورضعت من دونكي
بند الرجوله جواكو ملغي.
انتو الكلام بقا فيكوو منهي
ومن حياتي اخدتم طرد.
ياصحبي فداك روحي ودمي
طول ما انت ويايا و جمبي.
كتفك في كتفي وانا مغمي
من اجلك انت انا عمري يروح.
وزير الرجوله يبقي اخويا
ده نقصو ياخلق اسم ابويا.
في اصحاب كتير مدهونه بويا
بس انا اخويا علي مبداءو
الصدمه جاتلي بعد رنه
اول دقيقه في المكالمه
ادعي لصحبك واتمني
انكو يكون في الجنه
قدر و ربنا اختارو
و مسيري يوم هاخد طارو
تعبان وقلبي قايد نارو
مبنامش خالص من التفكير
قطر مجالو امين خطاب
احساسو عالي وصوتو دمار
دولسي بروديكشن نمبر وان
بصمتو معروفه جوه الكار
من سن قلمو هتتخيط
ده قلم غباشي المتسيط
مودي دزاين هو التوب
في المهنه اخصامو بتعيط.
اجدع اداره ده عبده العبد
في مجالو هو الحيطه السد
و الريس اللي ملوش ريس
اجدع تحيه لفيصل العبد. | ar |
6FUv8bwRbVPkfMU56QzQal | Mangli | Brindavanam | (ధీం ధినక్కుధిన ధీం
ధీం ధినక్కుధిన ధీం
ధీం ధినక్కుధిన ధీం
ధీం ధినక్కుధిన ధీం
ధీం ధినక్కుధిన ధీం)
బృందావనం నుంచి కృష్ణుడు వచ్చాడే
(వచ్చాడే, కృష్ణుడు వచ్చాడే)
యమునాతీరాన ఉన్న రాధను చూశాడే
(చూశాడే, రాధను చూశాడే)
Fluteలేని గోపాలుడే
Suitవేసే భూపాలుడే
మీసమొచ్చిన బాలుడే
మాటవింటే పడిపోవుడే
కటికచీకటిలో కన్నుకొడతడే
వెన్నముద్దలని వెంటపడతడే
గోలచేస్తడే గాలమేస్తడే
మాయలోడు వీడే
హోయ్, బృందావనం నుంచి కృష్ణుడు వచ్చాడే
(వచ్చాడే, కృష్ణుడు వచ్చాడే)
అరెరెరె, యమునాతీరాన ఉన్న రాధను చూశాడే
(చూశాడే, రాధను చూశాడే)
రోమియోలా
(రోమియోలా)
Cap పెట్టి
(Cap పెట్టి)
రోజు వచ్చి roadమీద pose కొడతాడే
కాస్త సందు
(కాస్త సందు)
ఇచ్చామంటే
(ఇచ్చామంటే)
సూదిలాగా గుండెలోకి దూరిపోతాడే
రంగురంగులా టింగురంగడే
బొంగరమోలే తిరుగుతుంటడే
ఓరచూపులా గాలిపోరడే
పగటిదొంగ వీడే
హోయ్, బృందావనం నుంచి కృష్ణుడు వచ్చాడే
(వచ్చాడే, కృష్ణుడు వచ్చాడే)
యమునాతీరాన ఉన్న రాధను చూశాడే
(చూశాడే, రాధను చూశాడే)
హే, తిక్కలోణ్ణి
(తిక్కలోణ్ణి)
తిట్టాలంటూ
(తిట్టాలంటూ)
ముద్దుపెదవికి ముచ్చటేసి mood వస్తుందే
అయ్యబాబోయ్
(అయ్యబాబోయ్)
అంతలోనే
(అంతలోనే)
వద్దుపోనీ అంటూ మనసే అడ్డుపడుతుందే
అనగనగా మొదలైన ఈ కధ
కంచెదాటి ఏ కంచికెళ్తదో
ఏమౌతుందో ఏం చేస్తాడో జాదూగాడు వీడే
హమ్మో, బృందావనం నుంచి కృష్ణుడు వచ్చాడే
(వచ్చాడే, కృష్ణుడు వచ్చాడే)
యమునాతీరాన ఉన్న రాధను చూసేశాడే
(చూశాడే, రాధను చూశాడే) | te |
1p3EokNBPhSqC3hsExXJCb | Sameera | Ninne Naa Ninne | నిన్నే నా నిన్నే
వెతికిందే నా కన్నే
నన్నే నీ నన్నే
మరిచావే నాతోనే
వస్తూపోతున్నాడు ప్రతిరోజూ సూరీడు
నిన్నే తెస్తాడని చూస్తున్నా
వినిపించే ప్రతి మాటా, సడిచేసే ప్రతి పాటా
నీ ఊసేమోనని వింటున్నా
నిన్నే నా నిన్నే
వెతికిందే నా కన్నే
నన్నే నీ నన్నే
మరిచావే నాతోనే | te |
225flsVWnZLW1jzCOubtK8 | Kailash Kher | Silaka Silaka | యే' సిలకా సిలకా గోరింక
ఎగిరేఎగిరేవెందాక
దారేలేని నీ ఉరక
ఈ దరికా మరి ఆ దరికా
హే' సినుకా సినుకా జారాక
మేఘం నీదే కాదింక
సొంతరెక్కలు కట్టాక
నీదారేదో నీదింక
సెలయేరుందో సుడిగాలుందో వెళ్ళేదారిలో
చిరుజల్లుందో జడివానుందో ఈ మలుపులో
గిచ్చే పూలో గుచ్చే ముల్లో వాలే వాకిట్లో
ఏం దాగుందో ఏమో ప్రేమ నీ గుప్పిట్లో
సిలకా సిలకా గోరింక
నీలాకాశం నీదింక
రెక్కే విప్పి ఎగురింక
నిన్నే ఆపేదెవరింక
హే' సినుకా సినుకా జారింక
వాగూవంక నిదింక
అలుపూసొలుపూ లేదింక
దొరికిందిగా దారింక
సెలయేరల్లే పొంగిపొర్లే ప్రేమే సంతోషం
దాన్ని అట్టేపెట్టు నీ గుండెల్లోనే కలకాలం
పొలిమేరలే లేనేలేని ప్రేమే నీ సొంతం
ఇక నిన్నే వీడి పోనేపోదు ఈ వసంతం
సిలకా సిలకా గోరింక
నీలాకాశం నీదింక
రెక్కే విప్పి ఎగురింక
నిన్నే ఆపేదెవరింక
సినుకా సినుకా జారింక
వాగూవంక నిదింక
అలుపూసొలుపూ లేదింక
దొరికిందిగా దారింక | te |
47pKEAV9Ylz5org31GfGvr | Devi Sri Prasad | Hey Rama Rama | Male: {Hey Raamaa raamaa raamaa raamaa
Raaman kitta villakketten
Beemaa beemaa beemaa beemaa
Beeman kitta gadhaiya ketten} (2)
Male: Murugu murugu murugu murugu
Murugan kitta mayila ketten
Eesan eesan eesan eesan
Eesankitta malaiya ketten...
Male: Ungakkitta anba ketten
Ungakkitta anba ketten
Female: Hey villu villu villu villu
Villu villu.varran villu
Nillu nillu nillu nillu
Dhillirundhaa edhirae nillu ae...
Female: {Ae villirindhaa
Kondattam
Ae dhillirundhaa
Thindattam} (2)
Male: Hey Raamaa raamaa raamaa raamaa
Raaman kitta villakketten
Beemaa beemaa beemaa beemaa
Beeman kitta gadhaiya ketten
Female: Ae villunnaa soi soi
Villunnaa sorru sorru
Villunnaa soi soi
Villunnaa villunnaa
Male: Ae pallikkooda pillaiya pola
Saadhippaarkkaama serndhiruppom
Pulli vachcha vengaiya pola
Bayamae illaama vaazhndhiruppom
Male: Peru pugazhu konda vanga
Oorukkulla rambapperu
Perilayae pugazh konda
Ennai pola vera yaaru...
Male: Aandavan thaan enna paaththu...
Enna venum endru kettaa...
Agadhiyaana makkalukku
Amaidhiyaana naadu ketpen
Female: Hey villu villu villu villu
Villu villu.varran villu
Nillu nillu nillu nillu
Dhillirundhaa edhirae nillu ae...
Female: {Ae villirindhaa
Kondattam
Ae dhillirundhaa
Thindattam} (2)
Male: Hey Raamaa raamaa raamaa raamaa
Raaman kitta villakketten
Beemaa beemaa beemaa beemaa
Beeman kitta gadhaiya ketten
Male: Ae niththam needhaan ozhachippaaru
Meththai illaama thookkam varum
Saththam indri udhavi senjaa
Vaazhumbodhae sorgham varum | |
0QZthYpdiUmZY3ikh0FJjD | Kumi Koda | Cherry Girl | 男ってロデオにうまく
使われないように 気づいて
ゲームは終了だと叫んで
教えてあげる
つまずいても笑いとばして
裸足で歩いても良いじゃない
周りの目を気にしていたら
ちいさい女で終わりだから
ショットでも軽く飲み干して
テンションあげていこうよ
そんなことなんて女でもいいのよ
やりきればね
そして男ってロデオを
うまく乗りこなさなきゃ
いくら暴れてても
あたしたちが教えてあげる
人生 男と女とそうでない人で
動いている
そんな世の中 そんな訳で
恋に落ちることがある
お互い楽しまなきゃだめ
ダメでしょう?
今の世の中は 男も女も関係ない
今は女が強いんだから
男ってロデオにうまく
使われないように 気づいて
ゲームは終了だと叫んで
教えてあげる
ゆらめく蜃気楼のように
変わりゆく私でいたい
そして男ってロデオを
うまく乗りこなさなきゃ
いくら暴れてても
あたしたちが教えてあげる
そして男ってロデオを
うまく乗りこなさなきゃ
いくら暴れてても
あたしたちが教えてあげる
男ってロデオにうまく
使われないように 気づいて
ゲームは終了だと叫んで | ja |
4Q6xSJlQ8lEx9Mq4Cugxtl | La K'onga | Quiero Gritar Que Te Amo | Y mira que vengo con La K'onga
Quiero gritar que te amo
Que comprendí que hasta ayer fui otro hombre
Gastando días en vano
Jugando con fuego siempre en soledad
Quiero gritar que te amo
Que no han servido de nada los besos
Que a veces he regalado por no estar solo
Por los fracasos, por tanto miedos
Por desengaños, por los consejos no escuchados
Quiero gritar que te amo
Que he pasado noche y día
Sin el calor de tus brazos
Que provocan mi alegría
Sin ti no sé que haría ya
Mi vida inútil sería
Quiero gritar que te amo
Que quiero entrar en tu vida
Quiero esperar a tu lado
La hora de mi partida
Quiero gritar que te amo
Que desperté con tu nombre en mis labios
Que dije adiós al pasado
Que todo es más simple soñando los dos
Quiero gritar que te amo
Que soy poeta en las sombras de un cuarto
Busco las frases más bellas
Para grabarlas sobre tu cuerpo
Solo con besos, casi en silencio
Entre el delirio y el deseo
Quiero gritar que te amo
Que he pasado noche y día
Sin el calor de tus brazos
Que provocan mi alegría
Sin ti no sé que haría ya
Mi vida inútil sería
Quiero gritar que te amo
Que quiero entrar en tu vida
Quiero esperar a tu lado
La hora de mi partida
Quiero esperar a tu lado
La hora de mi partida | es |
17KBOubKsy0QzxpoIx9RaJ | La K'onga | La Noche Sin Ti | Vuelve a despertar la lluvia en mi
Derramanado toda su raiz
Sobre el papel
Vuelven a caer sobre la piel
Del que va esperando por nacer
Estas aquí
Mientras tanto busco las palabras
Que me cubran esta herida
Que me alejen mas de tí
Y la soledad me va creciendo
Con la niebla de este invierno
Que no puedo resisitir
La noche sin ti
La mañana se levanta ya
No hay señales de que volveras
No estas aqui
Solamente quiero comprender
Que tu ausencia vive en mi pared
Y sin querer
Como detener este vacio
Que me crece desde adentro
Que no me deja seguir
Como asimlar todos los huecos
Que aparecen em mi cama
Y se quedaran ahí
Se apaga la luz
Y me siento solo con mi voz
No descubro como sucedio
Perder tu amor
Todo lo que nunca mas vere
Como se me anuda el corazón
Como volver
Si tuviera la oportunidad
En aquel minuto reparar
De no caer
Si quedaran rastros a seguir
Una huella tenue de ese abril
Perdiendose
En la sombra del ayer
Y me siento solo con mi voz
No descubro como sucedio
Perder tu amor
Todo lo que nunca mas veré
Como se me anuda el corazón
Como volver
Si tuviera la oportunidad
En aquel minuto de parar
De no caer
Si quedaran rastros a seguir
Una huella tenue de ese abril
Perdiendose
En la sombra del ayer
Oh, uh | es |
4sVVtIs1dECUm1BciclAGn | La K'onga | Quieren Matar al Ladrón | Ja, ja
Quieren matar al ladrón
Que se robó una mujer
Quieren saber dónde está
Y nunca lo van a saber
Yo sé por qué, yo sé que
Quieren matar al ladrón
Que se robó una mujer (quieren, quieren)
Quieren saber dónde está (y nunca)
Nunca lo van a saber
Yo sé por qué, yo sé por qué
Nunca sabrán que estás conmigo
En un rincón de mi cabaña
Pues no conocen el camino
Y no conocen las montañas
Yo sé que a mí me están buscando
Pues se quedaron con las ganas
Que en el intento de robarte
En el apuro fracasaron (¡sí!)
Quieren matar al ladrón
Que se robó una mujer, quieren, quieren
Quieren saber dónde está (¿dónde?)
Y nunca lo van a saber
Yo sé por qué, yo sé que
Quieren matar al ladrón
Que se robó una mujer (quieren, quieren)
Quieren saber dónde está (¿dónde?)
Nunca lo van a saber
Yo sé por qué, yo sé por qué
Yo soy ladrón porque Dios quiso
Que en mi camino te cruzaras
Y a pesar de tener dueño
Que yo de ti me enamorara
Yo soy ladrón porque en tus ojos
Brilló la luz de una esperanza
Y no pensé en las consecuencias
Solo pensé en llevarte a casa (¡sí!)
Quieren matar al ladrón (¡eso!)
Que se robó una mujer, quieren, quieren
Quieren saber dónde está, ¿dónde?, ¿dónde?
Nunca lo van a saber
Yo por qué, yo sé por qué, ¡mambo!
Excuse me, sir
Que viene, ¿quién?
La K'onga, ¡uh!
Eh, eh
¡Arriba!
Eh, eh
¡Y ese coro!
Quieren matar al ladrón (ay, no)
Quieren matar al ladrón (quieren, quieren)
Que se robó a una mujer (¡y qué mujer!)
Que se robó una mujer
Yo no sé por qué me buscan
No sé por qué me buscan
Si ella está conmigo
Será porque le gusta, ja, ja
Quieren matar al ladrón (ay, no)
Quieren matar al ladrón (quieren, quieren)
Que se robó una mujer (¡y qué mujer!)
Que se robó una mujer
Y yo no sé por qué me buscan
No sé por qué me buscan
Si ella está conmigo
Será porque le gusta
Quieren matar al ladrón (no, no)
Quieren matar al ladrón (y quieren, quieren)
Nunca lo van a saber (nunca, nunca)
Nunca lo van a saber
¿Encontrarme?, ja, ja
¡No! | es |
3bKdK95OsUn9jG7FY88uRD | Ayumi Hamasaki | A Song is born | はるかはるか数億年もの
遠い昔この地球は生まれた
くり返される歴史の中で
僕らは命受け継いだんだ
私にはこんな場所から
この歌を歌う事でしか
伝えなれないけど
もう一度だけ思い出して
僕らの地球のあるべき姿
そしてどうか忘れないで
どうかどうか忘れないで
きっときっとそんなに多くの
事は誰も望んでなかった
それぞれの花胸に抱いて
いつか大きく咲けるようにと
私にはこんな場所から
この歌を歌う事でしか
伝えられないけど
君がもしほんの少しでもいいから
耳を傾けてくれればうれしいよ
もう一度だけ思い出して
泣きながらも生まれついた
君の夢や明日への希望
そう全てがこの地球にある
私にはこんな場所から
この歌を歌う事でしか
伝えられないけど
君がもしほんの少しでもいいから
耳を傾けてくれればうれしいよ
もう一度だけ思い出して
僕らの地球のあるべき姿
そしてどうか忘れないで
どうかどうか忘れないで | ja |
3saMxXJy31b0aWamQYKesO | Ayumi Hamasaki | Far away | 新しく 私らしく あなたらしく
いつかふたりがまだ 恋人と呼び合えた
あの頃訪れた海へひとり来てるよ
そしていつからか忘れてた景色達探しながら
聞こえる波音が何だか優しくて
泣き出しそうになっているよ
新しく私らしく あなたらしく 生まれ変わる
幸せは口にすれば ほら指のすき間
こぼれ落ちてゆく 形ないもの
あなたが"自分を取り戻しに行く"と
出かけた想い出の地にも海は広がり
どこかで出会ってつながって流れてる
きっと同じ景色見てる
人は皆通過駅と この恋を呼ぶけれどね
ふたりには始発駅で 終着駅でもあった
Uh-lalalai そうだったよね
もうすぐで夏が来るよ
あなたなしの | ja |
1gclt1EyRGeHFHX3dQIJN1 | Ayumi Hamasaki | Fly high | 好きなモノだけを 選んでくのが
無責任だってワケじゃない
好きなモノさえも見付けられずに
責任なんて取りようもない
背負う覚悟の分だけ可能性を手にしてる
いらないモノならその同情心
まるで役にも立たないね
大事なモノならそこに必ず
痛み伴うはずだよね
ひとりぼっちで感じる孤独より
ふたりでいても感じる孤独の方が
辛い事のように
どんなに孤独が訪れようと
どんな痛みを受けようと
感覚だけは閉ざしちゃいけない
たとえ言葉を失くしても
いくらどうでもいいなんて言ったって
道につまづけば両手ついてる守ってる
そんなモノだから
Ah- 指切りをしたの日の約束は
ひとりじゃ守りようがない
Ah- 語り明かしたいつかの夢だって
ひとりじゃ叶えようもない
誰にも言えない誰かに言いたい
あの人が誰より大切って
La la la -
どこにもない場所で
私は私のままで立ってるよ
ねえ君は君のままでいてね
そのままの君でいて欲しい
La la la -
どこにもない場所で
私は私のままで立ってるよ
ねえ君は君のままでいてね
いつまでも君でいて欲しい | ja |
5wOU8PRu1DN42yJPkjvsjl | Ayumi Hamasaki | too late | 世界が逆に周り始めてる
加速度ばかりが増やしてる
気が付いた時は足元暗くて
崖っ淵に立つていただなんて
もう引き返すことはできない
青ざめていても、何も変わらない
どこまでも強く、強く
尖らせた光で
どこまでも続く、続く
この道の先がもし
世界の果てでも
お金なんかじゃ、終わりは見えてる
栄光もたかが知れてる
解らないフリをいつまで続ける
気付いて傷つくことが怖い
あの頃の夢は君の望む
全てを叶えることだったけど
誰よりも速く、速く
風さえ追い越して
誰よりも高く、高く
雲さえ突き抜けてく
生き急ぐとしても
どこまでも強く、強く
尖らせた光で
どこまでも続く、続く
この道の先がもし
世界の果てでも | ja |
2JLT0zXv1PU7rH8o1GZBnS | Astor Piazzolla | Adios nonino | Desde una estrella al titilar...
Me hará señales de acudir,
por una luz de eternidad
cuando me llame, voy a ir.
A preguntarle, por ese niño
que con su muerte lo perdí,
que con "Nonino" se me fué ...
Cuando me diga, ven aquí ...
Renaceré ... Porque...
Soy...! la raíz, del país que amasó con su arcilla,
Soy...! Sangre y piel, del "tano" aquel, que me dió su semilla...
Adiós "Nonino" ... que largo sin vos, será el camino.
Dolor, tristeza, la mesa y el pan...!
Y mi adiós... Ay...! Mi adiós, a tu amor, tu tabaco, tu vino.
Quién...? Sin piedad, me robó la mitad, al llevarte "Nonino"...
Tal vez un día, yo también mirando atrás...
Como vos, diga adiós... No vá más...!
(Recitado)
Y hoy mi viejo "Nonino" es una planta.
Es la luz, es el viento y es el río...
Este torrente mío lo suplanta,
prolongando en mi ser, su desafío.
Me sucedo en su sangre, lo adivino.
Y presiento en mi voz, su proprio eco.
Esta voz que una vez, me sonó a hueco
cuando le dije adiós... Adiós "Nonino".
Soy...! la raíz, del país que amasó con su arcilla,
Soy...! Sangre y piel, del "tano" aquel, que me dió su semilla...
Adiós "Nonino" ...! Dejaste tu sol, em mi destino.
Tu ardor sin miedo, tu credo de amor.
Y ese afán... Ay...! Tu afán, por sembrar de esperanza el camino.
Soy tu panal y esta gota de sal, que hoy te llora "Nonino".
Tal vez el día que se corte mi piolín,
te veré y sabré ... Que no hay fín. | es |
0433p3ANTdhcIkYp8c4EAL | Flavia Laos | EXXXOTICO | Baby come and dance slow,
Ven bailame lento.
Si no hay sentimiento,
Seamos un momento
Baby come and dance slow,
Ven bailame lento.
Si no hay sentimiento,
Conmigo tienes pleasure
Ah, I'm the real bitch,
They don't fuck with me.
Ando con Marshall rompiendo este beat,
Si entra tu llamada puede que yo este free.
I don't bite papi,
Ven pégate a mi.
Baby come and dance slow,
Ven bailame lento.
Si no hay sentimiento,
Seamos un momento
E-e-exotico,
cuando veo tu cuerpo magnético.
Baby I would like to make you feel like you're invincible.
Placido,
pero no te me pongas romántico
Tengo el cora frio como el Ártico
But if you call me,
Yo te contesto
Si quieres jugamos,
Soy tu playstation
No hay relación,
Pero si tuna connection
Muchos en cola,
But I pay attention.
Baby come and dance slow,
Ven bailame lento
Si no hay sentimiento,
Seamos un momento
Baby come and dance slow,
Ven bailame lento
Si no hay sentimiento,
Conmigo tienes pleasure.
Que nos vean todos,
Eso es muy fácil
Yo soy mediático,
Icono latin.
Prende la tele para que tu veas,
Que sea mueva el carro y lo vean de afuera
Dámelo nasty, como tu quieres
Después de hacerlo, comeme entera
But keep it quiet no estoy pa' cualquiera,
Pa que no graben tengo la manera
Baby come and dance slow,
Ven bailame lento
Si no hay sentimiento,
Seamos un momento
Baby come and dance slow,
Ven bailame lento
Si no hay sentimiento,
Conmigo tienes pleasure. | es |
6914BwE5gjeW4ZyuVlMnAX | Japanese | Samuel - Remix | Lest do it again
Samuel!
Jajajaja
Carga tu A-K!
Jajajaja
Todo el mundo le temía a Samuel
Él era un gangsta, él era un cruel
Cuando ven a diablo, lo ven a él
tiene guerra en Curundú
Y también en San Miguel
Lo quieren como sopa en Patio Pinel
Tuvo una bronca con Nataniel
Le tiraron bala y se cayó en la cárcel
Y cuando vino la visita le dijo a la mujer:
No me llames Samuel, llamame ahora marissa
Que aquí me volvieron marica, marica
No me llames samuel
Que ya yo no soy ningún bad buay ya
Yo no soy ni un gangsta ya
Lets do it again
Él ya no para firme
Se lo comen por la noche cuando voy a dormirme
Y lo tratan como bitch
Y todo los pabellones dice ahí viene el saca shit
Pobrecito Samuel, se lo comen mas de cien
Denme por atrás!
Ahora dice él
Él no era un gangsta
Un gangsta de papel
Ahí ta la factura
Que se puede hacer
Lest do it again
Gangasta, Skeita, Crime
Samuel era un gangsta
Un asesino
Paraba firme en la calle
Pero no paro firme en la cárcel
Él que es gansta para firme en la calle y en la cárcel
Respect para todo lo gangsta y todos los shata que son de verdad
Y a los manes que no abusan en la calle
Yo! Saborio, Fulo, El Jeta, ya tú sabes
Yo! more bitch
Yo! Akey respect
Yo! Coco, Jair, jajaja, Juancito respect!
Un millón de copias en la piratería, lo demás en el semáforo
Proyecto Ariel, Ekv, Lente Loco, C-quash
Dj Ika, Dj Nor, Panamarreggae.net
Dj Fer, Mofe, Puki jajaja
Yo! Dj Arropin, panamahitradio, screarencrew.com
Gangsta, Skeita
Yo! Los buay tamos pa hacer la plata
Graba y recoge, que nada mas somos cinco
Ya tú sabes lo que es
Respect a todos los Scandrew que quedan
Sekita, Crime
Jajajajajaja | es |
7anOnComZ6kwdMj96SWNYO | Sean Paul | Send It On | A word's just a word
'Til you mean what you say
And love isn't love
'Til you give it away
We've all got a gift
Yeah, something to give
To make a change
Send it on, on and on
Just one hand can heal another
Be a part, reach a heart
Just one spark starts a fire
With one little action
The chain reaction will never stop
Make it strong
Shine a light, and send it on
Just smile, and the world
Will smile along with you
That small act of love
Is meant for one who become two
If we take the chances
To change circumstances
Imagine all we can do
If we send it on, on and on
Just one hand can heal another
Be a part, reach a heart
Just one spark starts a fire
With one little action
The chain reaction will never stop
Make it strong
Shine a light, and send it on
Send it on, ooh, send it on
There's power in all
Of the choices we make
So I'm starting now
There's not a moment to waste
A word's just word
'Til you mean what you say
And love isn't love
'Til you give it away
Send it on, on and on
Just one hand can heal another
Be a part, reach a heart
Just one spark starts a fire
With one little action
The chain reaction will never stop
Make it strong
Shine a light, and send it on
Send it on, on and on
Just one hand can heal another
Be a part, reach a heart
Just one spark starts a fire
With one little action
The chain reaction will help things start
Make it strong
Shine a light, and send it on
Shine a light, and send it on
Shine a light, and send it o | en |
0n3XaRGoyLTJ7L4nUkDKHm | Sean Paul | Yardie Bone (feat. Wayne Marshall) | Historically speaking...
International speaking we got the girl them tweaking
Single girl dem to the one wey
creepin' to the one dem weh outright cheating
Say girls from all over the world call on my phone and them a.
Tell me say them need the yardie bone, because.
Then love it bad... And if they don't get it them a goin' go mad
Say girls from all over the world call on my cell, because.
They know the yardie boys do it well, swell.
It's a well known fact...
from they get the yardie bone then they must come back
From outta the freezin' breezin' them gal deh blowin' up my phone
Them cannot get me at my yard them callin' Don Corleon
She left a message say she horny and
she deh there all alone, she want me.
Up inna the zone to give her the real yardie bone
Me represent magnificent because me know me full grown
Give her the length and give her the
strength because it hard like a stone
And to how me deal with it she say dutty a your own
Say the yardie youth them just can't be cloned
Say girls from all over the world call on my phone and them a.
Tell me say them need the yardie bone, because.
Then love it bad... And if they don't get it them a goin' go mad
Say girls from all over the world call on my cell, because.
They know the yardie boys do it well, swell.
It's a well known fact...
from they get the yardie bone then they must come back
All right I got a phat kitty katty from over Cincinnati.
She a tell me say the last time me slap it she so happy, say she.
Can't forgot it the way me wippy and me wappy like
a 12 gauge cartridge from out I man shotty, from.
Cairo, Egypt right back to Angola...
Gal dem a Spain and Portugal and Hispaniola
Them blowin' up the minutes on I man
Motorola... Say me a dem yard papi chulo
Say girls from all over the world call on my phone and them a.
Tell me say them need the yardie bone, because.
Then love it bad... And if they don't get it them a goin' go mad
Say girls from all over the world call on my cell, because.
They know the yardie boys do it well, swell.
It's a well known fact...
from they get the yardie bone then they must come back
Hey yo we got all these girls from overseas and all the West Indies.
Yow dem say them bawlin' for it.
Them deh a foreign a freeze and want the ocean breeze.
So they be callin' for it.
Them all a beg man please and all a drop pon knees.
Hey yow dem really bawlin' for it.
Me naw go get no ease them swarm me just like bees.
Them really callin' for it .
Say girls from all over the world call on my phone and them a.
Tell me say them need the yardie bone, because.
Then love it bad... And if they don't get it them a goin' go mad
Say girls from all over the world call on my cell, because.
They know the yardie boys do it well, swell.
It's a well known fact...
from they get the yardie bone then they must come back
Say girls from all over the world call on my phone and them a.
Tell me say them need the yardie bone, because.
Then love it bad... And if they don't get it them a goin' go mad
Say girls from all over the world call on my cell, because.
They know the yardie boys do it well, swell.
It's a well known fact...
from they get the yardie bone then they must come back | en |
0qDdAlzdaHmOG7HZzDFEVQ | Sean Paul | Straight Up | Yo, yo, some bwoy don't know
Yo, yo, some bwoy don't know, when
She ready for, ready for the stormin', there's no calmin'
Or put in pon her, never you wait too late 'cause you will lose her
She ready for, ready for the stormin', there's no calmin'
Or put in pon her, put it pon the gal make she bawl out, fi, di
Straight up, right up, straight up, right up
Sex superstar dem, gal nowadays want
Straight up, right up, straight up, right up
Never you wait too late, you will lose her
Straight up, right up, straight up, right up
Sex superstar dem gal nowadays want
Straight up, right up, straight up, right up
Put it pon the gal make she bawl out, fi, di
Crowbar, so me give it to her
She turn sex superstar inna di back of the car
She feel like Monica but a no Bill's cigar
Put it pon di gal make she scream and bawl, fi, di
Long ting make she call you the king
She feel like a virgin 'cause you have it a swing
Me drink nuff ginseng now me have her a sing
And a bawl out and a scream and a fiend fi, di
Straight up, right up, straight up, right up
Sex superstar dem, gal nowadays want
Straight up, right up, straight up, right up
Never you wait too late, you will lose her
Straight up, right up, straight up, right up
Sex superstar dem, gal nowadays want
Straight up, right up, straight up, right up
Put it pon the gal make she bawl out, fi, di
Lead pipe make she feel alright
She want it the whole night like dandemite
She waan you, pull it up and just satisfy it
Gal a bawl out and a scream and a fiend fi me
Push it up when she givin' it up she want
Hardcore work with the tender touch
She say, Sean da Paul wey she love so much
And a bawl out and a scream and a fiend, fi, di
Straight up, right up, straight up, right up
Sex superstar dem, gal nowadays want
Straight up, right up, straight up, right up
Never you wait too late, you will lose her
Straight up, right up, straight up, right up
Sex superstar dem gal nowadays want
Straight up, right up, straight up, right up
Put it pon the gal make she bawl out, fi, di
Well, at night when the girls dem callin'
And a long fi feel the earthquake
Well, never you waste no time stallin'
Just get brawlin' pon dem straight
Gal a look fi feel it till morning
Some waste bwoy waan make them wait
Never penetrate now a next man a pressure
That gate and that was your mistake
Gal a bawl, fi, di
Straight up, right up, straight up, right up
Sex superstar dem, gal nowadays want
Straight up, right up, straight up, right up
Never you wait too late, you will lose her
Straight up, right up, straight up, right up
Sex superstar dem gal nowadays want
Straight up, right up, straight up, right up
Put it pon the gal make she bawl out, fi, di
Crowbar, so me give it to her
She turn sex superstar inna di back of the car
She feel like Monica but a no Bill's cigar
Put it pon di gal make she scream and bawl, fi, di
Long ting make she call you the king
She feel like a virgin 'cause you have it a swing
Me drink nuff ginseng now me have her a sing
And a bawl out and a scream and a fiend fi, di
Straight up, right up, straight up, right up
Sex superstar dem, gal nowadays want
Straight up, right up, straight up, right up
Never you wait too late, you will lose her
Straight up, right up, straight up, right up
Sex superstar dem gal nowadays want
Straight up, right up, straight up, right up
Put it pon the gal make she bawl out
Straight up, right up, straight up, right up
Sex superstar dem, gal nowadays want
Straight up, right up, straight up, right up
Never you wait too late, you will lose her
Straight up, right up, straight up, right up
Sex superstar dem gal nowadays want
Straight up, right up, straight up, right up
Put it pon the gal make she bawl out | en |
7GdaMHiyE96VHs8ERqmFks | Gustavo Cordera | Nacer | Yo quiero saber adónde estás
No se puede ver adónde estás
Quiero ver, oh-oh
Yo quiero saber adónde estás
No se puede ver adónde estás
Quiero ver adónde estás
Llegó la hora, hoy es el día
Llegó la hora, hoy es el día
Llegó la hora de nacer hoy
Yo quiero saber adónde estás
No se puede ver adónde estás
Quiero ver adónde estás
Llegó la hora, hoy es el día
Llegó la hora, hoy es el día
Llegó la hora de nacer hoy
Amándote, amando
Amándote, amando
Amándote, amando
Amándote, amándome
Amándote, amando
Amándote, amando
Amándote, amando
Amándote, amándome
Amándote, amando
Amándote, amando
Amándote, amando
Amándote, amándome
Amándote, amando
Amándote, amando
Amándote, amando
Amándote, amándome
Amándote, amando
Amándote, amando
Amándote, amando
Amándote, amándome
Amándote, amando
Amándote, amando
Amándote, amando
Amándote
Amándote, amándome
Amándote, amándome
Amándote, amándome
Amándote, amándome
Llegó la hora de nacer
Llegó la hora de nacer
Llegó la hora, llegó la hora
Llegó la hora de nacer
Llegó la hora de nacer hoy
Llegó la hora de nacer hoy
Llegó la hora, llegó la hora
Llegó la hora de nacer | es |
4pwNxKW2ivTmVU9QIKYkjR | Antonín Dvořák | Symphony No. 9 in E Minor, Op. 95 "From the New World": I. Adagio - Allegro molto - Live | Kiniku Telah Kembali
Kembali Padamu Kasih
Setelah lama ditinggal Pergi.
Lama Sudah Ku menanti
menanti memadu kasih
Penuh rasanya Rindu Dihati.
Oh Tiada terkira Rindu Segala galanya.
Oh Tiada terkira Rindu Segala galanya.
Reff.
Kurindu gayamu ketika bercanda.
Tawa Lepas renyah ceria.
Kurindu gayamu ketika bermanja.
Meluluhkan segenap jiwa...
Kurindu bagaimana Engkau Membujuk
Ketika ku Merajuk
Kurindu Bagaimana kau mengasihi
Ketika Ku Bersedih | ms |
5wSNimhsSzoAk3mrLSbpLc | Tayo the Little Bus | Tayo the Little Bus Ending | Wake up bright and early and the sun is smiling in the sky
Yippee! Little bus Tayo
Wash yourself and eat a hearty breakfast then it's time to fly
Little bus Tayo
It's time to start a brand new day!
See you later!
Vroom, Vroom, Vroom, Vroom, Tayo
Happy as can ever be
He's the best friend you can have
I'm sure you'll agree
Stop at the red light and go when the light turns green
Little bus Tayo
He's the happiest bus that you've ever seen
Yippee! Little bus Tayo
Let's go on a fun-filled ride
Honk, honk!
Vroom, Vroom, Vroom, Vroom, Tayo
Happy as can ever be
He's the best friend you can have
I'm sure you'll agree
I'm sure you'll agree | en |
3Zz6Z5vISA6actvJHohna4 | Flim and Flam | The Flim Flam Cider Song | Well, look what we got here, brother of mine, it's the same in every town
Ponies with thirsty throats, dry tongues, and not a drop of cider to be found
Maybe they're not aware that there's really no need for this teary despair
That the key that they need to solve this sad cider shortage you and I will share
(Ooh, I want to right)
Well, you've got opportunity in this very community
He's Flim, he's Flam, we're the world famous Flim Flam brothers
Traveling salesponies, nonpareil
Nonpa... what?
Nonpareil, and that's exactly the reason why, you'll see
Nopony else in this whole place will give you such a chance to be where you need to be
And that's a new world, with tons of cider
Fresh squeezed and ready for drinking
More cider than you could drink in all your days of thinking (I doubt that)
So, take this opportunity in this very community
He's Flim, he's Flam, we're the world famous Flim Flam brothers
Traveling salesponies, nonpareil
I suppose by now you're wondering 'bout our peculiar mode of transport
I say "Our mode of locomotion"
And I suppose by now you're wondering
Where is this promised cider?
Any horse can make a claim and anypony can do the same
But my brother and I have something most unique and superb
Unseen at any time in this big new world
And that's opportunity
Folks, it's the one and only, the biggest and the best
The unbelievable, unimpeachable
Indispensable, I can't believable
Flim Flam brothers' super speedy cider squeezy 6000
What'd ya say, sister?
Oh, we got opportunity in this very community
Please Flim, please Flam, help us out of this jam
With your Flim Flam brothers' super speedy cider squeezy 6000
Young filly, I would be ever so honored
If you might see fit to let my brother and I borrow some of your delicious
And might I add spellbindingly fragrant apples for our little demonstration here?
Uh, sure. I guess
Opportunity in our community
Ready, Flim? Ready, Flam? Let's bing bang zam
And show these thirsty ponies a world of delectable cider
(Cider, cider, cider, cider, cider, cider, cider, cider)
Watch closely, my friends, the fun begins
Now, here's where the magic happens
Right here in this heaving, roiling, cider-press-boiling guts of the very machine
Those apples plucked fresh are right now as we speak being turned into grade A
Top-notch, five-star, blow your horseshoes off, one-of-a-kind cider
Feel free to take a sneak peek (cider)
Now wait, you fellers, hold it
You went and over-sold it
I guarantee that what you have there won't compare
For the very most important ingredient
Can't be added or done expedient
And it's quality, friends, Apple Acres' quality and care
Well, Granny, I'm glad you brought that up, my dear
I say "I'm glad you brought that up"
You'll see that we are very picky when it comes to cider if you'll kindly try a cup
Yes sir, yes ma'am, this great machine, let's just the very best
So what'd ya say then, Apples?
Care to step into the modern world and put the super speedy cider squeezy 6000 to the test?
(Cider, cider, cider, cider, cider, cider, cider, cider)
What'd ya think, folks? Do you see what the Apples can't?
I see it clear as day. I know she does, so does he
C'mon Ponyville, you know what I'm talking about
We're saying "You've got opportunity in this very community"
He's Flim, he's Flam, we're the world famous Flim Flam brothers
Traveling salesponies, nonpareil
Yeah | en |
4E7BNr4zItw8GGO2xH7Tcz | Twilight Sparkle | True True Winter Mash-Up | It worked, it worked!
Oh, I'm so happy you're back to normal!
Now we need your help!
A true true friend helps a friend in need
A friend will be there to help them see
A true true friend helps a friend in need
To see the light that shines from a true true friend
Um, hello? Friend trapped inside, remember?
Rarity needs your help
She's trying hard doing what she can
Would you try, just give it a chance
You might find that you'll start to understand
A true true friend helps a friend in need
A friend will be there to help them see
A true true friend helps a friend in need
To see the light that shines from a true true friend
Uh, what just happened?
There's no time to explain, but we need your help
Applejack is trying to make dresses
Say no more
Applejack needs your help
She's trying hard doing what she can
Would you try, just give it a chance
You might find that you'll start to understand
A true true friend helps a friend in need
A friend will be there to help them see
A true true friend helps a friend in need
To see the light that shines from a true true friend
Oh my, what a terrible dream I just had
Or... maybe I'm still having it
Rarity, Pinkie Pie's about to lose the apple farm
We need Applejack's help
Lose the apple farm?
Well, we can't let that happen, can we?
Pinkie Pie is in trouble
We need to get there by her side
We can try to do what we can now
For together we can be her guide
A true true friend helps a friend in need
A friend will be there to help them see
A true true friend helps a friend in need
To see the light that shines from a true true friend
Heehaw! Now that's more like it
What's next?
The town's people are furious
We need the old Pinkie Pie back
I'm on it, I know just the thing
The town's people need ya'
They've been sad for a while
They march around, face of frown and never seem to smile
And if you feel like helping we'd appreciate a lot
If you get up there and spread some cheer
From here to Canterlot
Come on ponies
I wanna see you smile!
Pinkie!
A true true friend helps a friend in need
A friend will be there to help them see
A true true friend helps a friend in need
To see the light (to see the light)
That shines (that shines) from a true true friend! | en |
3iWNgsLeSXALRZ6p2Qtk95 | Mercer | Overrr | Did you tell me this was over? (Over)
There ain't no use talking it over, yeah (Over)
Why didn't you try to tell me sooner? (Over)
But didn't you tell me it was over? | en |
5hZH2Ux6qTtC4714P6qgU7 | La Arrolladora Banda El Limón De Rene Camacho | Tristeza | La tristeza que traigo en el alma, tal vez me la arranque al morir el día
Esta noche me voy de parranda, a ver si una banda encontró mi alegría
Que bonito, que bien me sentía cuando mi paloma en mis brazos dormía
Este amor otro rumbo ha tomado y en su loco viaje arrastró mi alegría
Nadie llora mil años lo juro, nadie muere dos veces es cierto
Solo yo en mi dolor prisionero, mucho más de mil veces he muerto
Esta pena que me está sangrando, tal vez es un pecado indebido
Solo yo en mi dolor inconsciente, ya muy poco recuerdo a los míos
Que bonito, que bien me sentía cuando mi paloma en mis brazos dormía
Este amor otro rumbo ha tomado y en su loco viaje arrastro mi alegría
Nadie llora mil años lo juro, nadie muere dos veces es cierto
Solo yo en mi dolor prisionero, mucho más de mil veces he muerto
Esta pena que me está sangrando, tal vez es un pecado indebido
Solo yo en mi dolor inconsciente, ya muy poco recuerdo a los mios | es |
2yoiVPbCx6utwAYVjlkZNQ | Mc Pikachu | Cade o Beck | Aí, mano, roubaram meu bagulho. Roubaram meu beck. Roubaram meu beck. Atenção, cadê meu beck? Atenção, cadê meu beck? Aí, R7! Atenção, cadê o beck? Agora vai, ó!
Ela confundiu meu pau com maconha
Confundiu meu pau com maconha
Fuma fuma fuma, vai, a marijuana
Fuma fuma fuma, vai, a marijuana
DJ R7, DJ R7, DJ R7, então vai
Que ela confundiu meu pau com maconha
Confundiu meu pau com maconha
Fuma fuma fuma, vai, a marijuana
Fuma fuma fuma, vai, a marijuana
Cadê meu beck? Atenção, cadê meu beck? E aí, R7, cadê meu baseado? R7! R7! Atenção, cadê meu beck?
Ela confundiu meu pau com maconha
Confundiu meu pau com maconha
Fuma fuma fuma, vai, a marijuana
Fuma fuma fuma, vai, a marijuana
DJ R7, DJ R7, DJ R7, então vai
Que ela confundiu meu pau com maconha
Confundiu meu pau com maconha
Fuma fuma fuma, vai, a marijuana
Fuma fuma fuma, vai, a marijuana | pt |
59lBMs67IBdvr7g0pnXkOb | 1Kilo | Você Vai Entender | Eu me esquivei de todas marteladas
E entre todas opções, tô na mais arriscada
Meus irmãos, na luta, iluminando cada passo
E mesmo quando me sentia só, havia alguém ali
Eu peço proteção a todos os meus
Ouço reclamações e o mundo continua igual
A força que eu peço a ti
A calma que eu peço a ti
A benção que eu peço a ti
(Ó Deus, eu sei que cê vai entender)
A força que eu peço a ti
A calma que eu peço a ti
A benção que eu peço a ti
(Ó Deus, eu sei que 'cê vai entender)
Ó Deus, que palhaçada tem aí pra mim?
Que desapego vou ter que aprender?
O que é que mais vou precisar passar?
Quem mais vou precisar esquecer?
Eu tô morgado, tô meio deprê
E se te ofende quando eu fervo, se eu escuto um papo errado
É que tá foda de resolver tudo o que tem rolado
Manda o teu papo e se adianta, bro
Redescobrindo meu eu
Eu perguntei para Deus
Por que me deu o livre arbítrio
De escolher o que é meu?
Por que o senhor me escolheu?
Se quem tinha que escolher era eu
Se carregava ou não o fardo
De ter que ser um dos seus
Não sou rosa, não sou pura
Não sou dele, não sou sua
Meu caminho tem mais espinhos
Que a própria rosa nua
Na rua, vago me fazendo perguntas
Puxo, paro, e penso, a vida curta, a chance é única
De fazer a diferença ou, então, ser mais uma
Olhei pro céu e falei: Yeshua, Yeshua
Por que todo esse talento
Se porra, ninguém me escuta?
Atura ou surta, entrei no jogo
Mas não foi pra disputa
Mas não vou abaixar a cabeça
Pra nenhum filha da puta
Que me julga puta pelas vestes
E não sabe da luta
Da força de vontade, que um dia ultrapassa a Lua
Esses verso é sua bula
Babilônia já caiu, irmão (Babilônia, Babilônia, Babilônia)
Tua prata não é porra nenhuma (ôh, Babilônia)
Prefiro teu coração, jão (ôh, Babilônia)
Ó Deus, que palhaçada tem aí pra mim?
Que desapego vou ter que aprender?
O que é que mais vou precisar passar?
Quem mais vou precisar esquecer?
Eu tô morgado, tô meio deprê
E se te ofende quando eu fervo, se eu escuto um papo errado
É que tá foda de resolver tudo o que tem rolado
(Han!), manda o teu papo e se adianta, bro
Tem noite que eu nem durmo
Só peço a Deus progresso aos meus
Rumo ao topo do topo do jogo
Luto muito, mano, mas ainda é pouco
Vamo, a vida é um sopro, e tudo passa
O que fica é seu legado
Faça algo concreto ou vire fumaça
Assumo, sou tão focado, que eu nem fumo
Só verso, nem durmo
Meu o vizinho reclama do barulho, braço
É fácil falar do bagulho
Se eu fosse famoso, cê comprava ingresso, certo?
Pra escutar esse mesmo barulho
Que hoje eu faço com orgulho
O que eu passo no mundo eu expresso tudo nos versos
E se Deus não quisesse que nascesse mudo
Certo pelo certo, né, mano?
Sigo cantando, musicando a vida
Eu juro: até meu último suspiro vai sair rimando
Eles querem eu cego e surdo
Nesse mar que eu navego
Há vários anos, e não afundo
Nesse oceano de ego
Traga a paz, que eu planto e rego
Quero mais pelo o que eu prego
O sistema quer você burro
Seja martelo, e não prego
Avesso de tudo, não atendo a demanda, encomenda
É fardo que eu carrego
Pássaro preso em gaiola não canta, lamenta
Eu vou voar pelo mundo
Tu pode até tentar
Tirar minha razão
Tu pode me pisar
E evitar minha canção
Mas, mas tu não pode evitar
Que eu toque seu coração
Tu não pode calar
O grito de uma geração | pt |
6yeqTH2hFP6tQMA8lR2A2Q | Hawkwind | Children of the Sun - 1996 Remaster | The golden age of the future comes
That which was dreamed of in the past
Where freedom reigns on minds of peace
Minds rich in wisdom to the last
We are the children of the sun and this is our inheritance
No longer chaos and confusion
But love and laughter
Song and dance | en |
0NC1BrTqOGTud1juOcHvsT | Hawkwind | Urban Guerilla - 1996 Remaster | I'm an urban guerrilla
I make bombs in my cellar
I'm a derelict dweller
I'm a potential killer
I'm a street fighting dancer
I'm a revolutionary romancer
My rising sign is Cancer
I'm a two-tone panther
So let's not talk of love and flowers
And things that don't explode
We've used up all of our magic powers
Trying to do it in the road
I'm a political bandit
And you don't understand it
You took my dream and canned it
It is not the way I planned it
I'm society's destructor
I'm a petrol bomb constructor
I'm a cosmic light conductor
I'm the people's debt collector
So watch out Mr. Business Man
Your empire's about to blow
I think you'd better listen, man
In case you did not know
I'm an urban, an urban guerrilla
I'm an urban, an urban guerrilla
I'm an urban, an urban guerrilla
I'm an urban, an urban guerrilla
Alright
Listen
You've gotta stay cool, now
You've gotta stay cool
You've gotta stay cool
You've gotta stay cool
You've gotta stay cool
You've gotta stay cool, 'cause I think you're gonna blow it
You've gotta stay cool when you're walkin' on the streets now
You've gotta stay cool when you're lookin' in the alleyway
You've gotta stay cool when you're creepin' in those office blocks
You've gotta stay cool when you're lurkin' in the factory
You've gotta stay cool, got a machine gun in my hand
You've gotta stay cool I wanna blow up all the ...
You've gotta stay cool, got a hand grenade
You've gotta stay cool ...
You've gotta stay cool, I'm a potential bomb constructor man
You've gotta stay cool, I'm an urban guerrilla, man
You've gotta stay cool, lurkin' in the factory
You've gotta stay cool when you're creepin' in those office blocks
You've gotta stay cool, got to, got to, got to stay
You've gotta stay cool, got to, got to, got to stay
You've gotta stay cool, got to, got to, got to stay
You've gotta stay cool, you've got to stay cool now
You've gotta stay cool, you've got to stay cool now
I'm an urban guerrilla
I make bombs in my cellar
I'm a derelict dweller
I'm a potential killer
I'm a street fighting dancer
I'm a revolutionary romancer
My rising sign is Cancer
I'm a two-tone panther
So watch out Mr. Business Man
Your empire's about to blow
I think you'd better listen, man
In case you did not know
I'm an urban, an urban guerrilla
I'm an urban, an urban guerrilla
I'm an urban, an urban guerrilla
I'm an urban, an urban guerrilla | en |
6z07c8bM3TbL1LTU1ujIyK | Marwan Khoury | El Ana | بتعرفلك شي حدا مش أناني
ما بيبني سعادتو عضهر التاني
كلنا عنّا الأنا
والله مش بس أنا
في ناس بتخبّيا
وناس بتبيّنا
عناّ طبع غريب
مفكرين الأرض
بتبرم كرمالنا
منستكتر حالنا
عاللي قبالنا
ما بدنا نعيش لحدا
بس بدنا الكل
يعيش كرمالنا
هيي القصة و ما فيها
نحنا منبلّش الشغلة
بس ما منحب نكفيها
بدنا شوية من كل شي
عطول بدنا أكتر
منجرب نكتفي ما منقدر | ar |
3O12z8A2IYJFJg2dON3Zeg | Curren$y | Example | Yeah
And
Where
Haven't
We
Been yet
Uh
They look up to the Jets
You can't stop the planes
Nigga you can't do a thang
Uh machete's sharp
My dream's realized a Ferrari horse
Global domination ruling my thoughts
Never let 'em play you
Fuck 'em sideways, always until they pay you
Reimburse me for payed dues
The money made me move
Running through my shoes
For the day that I can kick 'em off
Relax
I said i quit smoking these beats
But I relapsed
We heard yo shit and we laughed
That bitch saw that herb you twisting and she passed
She rather see me make that 6-4 lean back
Flow hippy, comfortable bean bags, chill
I tell you a secret if you can keep it
Shhh, real
Sucker ass niggas cooking all kind of bullshit
Suckatash all stuck to the dishes
Wonder why i won't eat with ya
Boss the fuck up
Be someone, nigga
I am an example of what happens when you quit being afraid to gamble
Shook the dice and rolled
When niggas like you woulda stay shook and frozed
I get busy
You think you know you aint sure
Fool, fool | en |
55Y3l68EcXW8wpfUdEJKqo | Curren$y | King Kong | Yeah
Jets
Fool
Pilot Talk Nigga
Everybody around this bitch got money
We ain't never gon' run outta weed, yeah, look up
Uh, yeah
Hollow a mountain out
Build a villa in it, pimp that's what I'm talkin bout
Uh, Closed minded lil' children, I write my way to a million
Lookin' out the plane windows
Fuck around get popped like a collar
For slippin' in my city get bitten', chewed, swallowed
Fool, what you think you like me
Your idol and your rival I be
Holdin' the title with the precision of a hunter's rifle
Shots fired, the forest too quiet, trees ignited
Fall back baby girl let me get high chick
Eagle droppings, fly shit, who gon' stop him
On the grind I am like a quarterback attackin'
Defensive lineman homie who gon' block 'em
Tearin' through the city
Snatchin' bitches top of the building
King Kong ain't got shit on me
25-8 goin' 8, goin' ape for the cake nigga
King Kong ain't got shit on me
Wanna be pilots, get swatted out the sky around I
King Kong ain't got shit on me
Larger than life, they hate me because they ain't me
King Kong ain't got shit on me
Yeah, came up, put it down for my set what I did, Jets nigga
Founder of a flyer society raisin' the partition so the driver won't bother me
Women wishin' for a position on either side of me
Hopin' for a free ride to the top with me
Spendin' my cheese, smokin' my broccoli
Dressed neat, left the hotel suite sloppy off the choppa tree
Upstate New York, Woodstock, Socrates
The view from my rockin chair you would not believe
A million miles from New Orleans, left the key to the city with my brother now I'm comin' back for it
Tearin' through the city
Snatchin' bitches top of the building
King Kong ain't got shit on me
25-8 goin' 8, goin' ape for the cake nigga
King Kong ain't got shit on me
Wanna be pilots, get swatted out the sky around I
King Kong ain't got shit on me
Larger than life, they hate me because they ain't me
King Kong ain't got shit on me
Me, nigga | en |
5BV1DhDR6CHLs74OfCa23Z | Curren$y | Seat Change | Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Fool)
What it
It's the Planes and the Taylor Gang
Bitches sliding off they wedding rings
Uncork the champagne (Yeah)
And she just wanna ride with a G' (Yeah)
She remember what it was
She remember what it used to be (right)
But somewhere along the lines she fucked up
And realized she lost her seat
And, now, she just wanna ride with a G'
Yeah, she just wanna ride with a G'
(Yeah, Yeah, Fool)
Uh, fresh out the time machine, I step
Mercedes Benz SL5, garage kept
I play the field with stiff arms and side steps
Bitches with whom I've slept solidify my rep
Her baby doll eyes watered up, as she wept
When I mentioned my intentions were to step
Beast I be, her friends tell her not to speak to me
We've got history
I know I still can beat, fool
And women I've been with know it's true
No matter what I got goin'
Saw me with my mang thang
Still got my number she textin' my phone
She just wanna ride with a G'
I can't knock her
Fucking with these imposters
Lower case G's, little me's
Them niggas pickin' sticks and seeds outta they weed
My bud covered in fuzz
But not surrounded by the police
(Yeah)
She remember what it was
She remember what it used to be
But somewhere along the lines she fucked up
And realized she lost her seat
And, now, she just wanna ride with a G'
Yeah, she just wanna ride with a G'
Yeah-a, she-a
Playa, play ya
Lay ya, spray ya
On the real loco
I should be the mayor
Compassionate writer
Fly to a spider
Scope on me tough like a sniper, viper
My cipher is G's
No fleas, green trees
No seeds, oh please
We press, we ease
Artistically in a midst of me
I'm mystically and magical
The weight I form the group
Makes a move I mean cause my shit is like classical
It blows my mind and I know
This new diamond I quote
It's worth about a mill ticket
Baby is ya down to come get it?
Cause my seat is unoccupied
West coast livin' is you down to ride?
We can take ya to the spot maybe
But it's hot baby
From the bottom all the way to the top, baby
You with the boss dogg, that it is
You see I'm 'bout the currency with urgency
Can ya dig, dig, dig, dig, dig
(Yeah)
She remember what it was
She remember what it used to be
But somewhere along the lines she fucked up
And realized she lost her seat
And, now, she just wanna ride with a G'
Yeah, she just wanna ride with a G'
Yeah | en |
6FWJUQYPeZq71nq2C9nUl7 | Curren$y | The Hangover | We smoke and drink all night
Hangover cause we hung out
Chicks know we party that's why
They love it when we come out
Have the time of your life
Before all your time run out
Put them bottles on ice while
I roll another one up
Come through with that killer weed
Alfred Hitchcock in the Zip Lock
Zig Zags and a Jones Soda
Let shorty twist one up for the pit stop
Scratch off, AC on
Windows up, new shit playing
What you saying? Nathan
Dollar signs my only language
Fluently speak it
And reject fools coming in my lane with that weak shit
That's how I keep it
The game in my pocket like a Nintendo DS
I left my last one on the jet
I got mistakes I make
So I don't lay down till the sunrise
We smoke and drink all night
Hangover cause we hung out
Chicks know we party that's why
They love it when we come out
Have the time of your life
Before all your time run out
Put them bottles on ice while
I roll another one up
I'm in the fire twelves, twelves
High as hell, man
I'm tryna nail
We can leave, find your cell
Lock my number in like you're takin' it for hostage
Try'na put you on the game, maybe you should watch it
They takin' trips to Aspen flying kites all in the tropics
Watch the Pistons against the Bulls on the floor with the mascot
Dancing, fly as Helly Hansen on our shoulder blades
And we tip the waiter good, you can keep the change
That's Italian gold herringbone if you peep the chain
I keep a little reefer in my sneaker if we need the flame
Drink until I gotta piss, damn I got a lot of chicks
Take another sip of what I'm drinking
And I'm out of it
We smoke and drink all night
Hangover cause we hung out
Chicks know we party that's why
They love it when we come out
Have the time of your life
Before all your time run out
Put them bottles on ice while
I roll another one up
We smoke and drink all night
Hangover cause we hung out
Chicks know we party that's why
They love it when we come out
Have the time of your life
Before all your time run out
Put them bottles on ice while
I roll another one up | en |
1YWT0yw9TsANt8QC2D22mg | Curren$y | Chilled Coughphee | I'm puffin, I never get enough in
I never cooked coke up on the stove top but I'm stuffing
These nuts up in the guts of a slut no doubt
But its trapped inside a rubber should I flush that ho out
To use again, well it depends, do I have another one
I cuss for fun, too cool to have to bust a gun
I don't have to duck and run, I could fuck a bum up quick
But thats some tenth grade shit
And its all about chilling, smiling, laughing
So you know I'm willing, hollering and I'm grabbing
At a freak before I leave, best believe I'm weeded
You rollin' that billy jean, bitch beat it
And you see that we the niggas who smoke the most
People propose a toast, from coast to coast
But it don't really matter who's the highest
If it ain't dope, there's no hope they ain't gone buy it
Quarter tank of gas in my 71 double S
Quarter bag, mostly shake, but this will have to do I guess
GPS loaded with the coordinates
Of this bitch crib to receive love and nourishment
In the form of joints rolled, drinks poured
Her in nothin' but a robe, playing her role
I saw "The Mack" when I was only 11 years old
And I swore, to never be a simp for a ho
Approached the closed door, it cracked open before my eyes
Shorty wit a doobie of her own, I am not surprised
Cuz I don't kick it on the low, wit no bitch that don't get high
Wrap me a to-go plate and ask if I want her to drive
Cuz I got far too much on my mind
Industrial size gears, I'm caught in the grind
At yo grandma house
Plastic cover the couch
Before I sit down
She pressuring me for smelling like a pound | en |
0RvjUncidjf0Mq3G0eXOaO | Curren$y | Address | It's all good, it's already
Yeah, already understood, ain't nothing
Still the same old, that's all
Ain't nothin change, fool, yeah
Uhh, nigga for what
Get down with these suckers when I'm high as fuck
And they under us, catch a crook in ya neck
From trying to watch the jets, Mr. Tokyo Drift
Spent yen on a vet, looking for ya bitch fool
Take one guess she caught up in the rapture
Waking and baking Anita's greatest hits blasting
Pedal mashing, paper twisting
Scrape an engine, Rad Racer
No 3D glasses just a high ass rapper, Spitta
Nigga in the building, nah I'm on the roof chilling
The pool up here, couple chicks I grew up with
Bottles in the cooler
If ya don't know how to do it homie I'll school ya
Barrel roll, loop de loop, top gun manuevers
Making hot wheels outta hoopties holding it down like balloon strings
It's all good ain't gotta be said, it's already understood
Ain't nothin, ain't nothin' change but the address
Fool, ain't nothin' change but the address
We still the same mode niggas switching the script
But we still playing the same role, and so
Ain't nothin' changed but the address fool, ain't nothin change
Staring out the villa at the ocean miles long
Trying to figure out raps to put up in a song
Nights long but the day's short, Nike shorts
Argyle socks, Jordan three's, lounge gear
Long beard you can tell I ain't from round here
Obvious with the occasional glare from the natives
Call 'em back tell my mama I make it
Not complacent with the life style
Feels good but it's hard to crack a smile
When the ones you came up with not around
Roll a joint after picking through the pound, whole perception done changed
Funny how a three hour flight can make ya life change
Tight things I be thinking on
When I'm drifting in and out of herb clouds
Hanging on every second of the moment
So you can feel all the memories I come home with
And for those that miss me
I'll be back don't trip in the 'Maro with the shift kit
Ocean side, doors open wide trying not to be sea sick
Plotting in the tropics thinking how I'm gone run this
Back in the states when I leave
Yeah, SkiBeatz | en |
6T0c7qAtJeayOQJOuIQHcs | Curren$y | Micheal Knight | Yeah
Lames catch feelings, we catch flights
Scoodododododododododoo
Yeah
Race cars and weed jars, nigga
I got a style for every bump in your face
Greaseball-ass nigga Pontiac Judge, open-and-shut case
You know I'm bowtie 'til I die
Though I made an exception for this '69, so quick off the line
Coin double-side, no matter what, we heads up
We in the yard, tell your dogs they should beware of us
We break it off like an engagement gone bad
I fill your jacuzzi with them groupies, make it a bird bath, miss me?
No, you didn't, bitch, with that bullshit, miss me
Tryna claim Spitta name, tryna be Miss Me
All of that: kicks to me, silly rabbit trickery
You only around because my spot is where you wish to be
Hope to catch me sleeping by being freaky, but baby girl
Let me be the first to say it's not that easy
I wasn't born yesterday, nor later on that evening
Just had to get that out the way and make the playing field even
Michael Knight
Michael Knight
Michael Knight
Michael Knight
Michael Knight
Michael Knight
Michael Knight
Scoodododododododododoo
Michael Knight
Michael Knight
Michael Knight
Michael Knight
Michael Knight
Michael Knight
Michael Knight
Scoodododododododododoo
And the view from the rocking chair improves
But I have yet to see a team fucking with the crew
Near and far, I saw it all, wide-frame
Everything with wings ain't a plane, Mayne
Endo get rolled up like car windows
Avoiding the policemans, them Carl Winslows
The wind blow and change, and I am not mad
All garbage bag rappers need to find a style fast
It's written all over niggas like a Dapper Dan
Survive rough lands, cactus plants growing in desert sands
Alive I stand, left for dead, though a nigga didn't die
I got highed up so I could autograph the sky, fool
Michael Knight
Michael Knight
Michael Knight
Michael Knight
Michael Knight
Michael Knight
Michael Knight
Scoodododododododododoo
Michael Knight
Michael Knight
Michael Knight
Michael Knight
Michael Knight
Michael Knight
Michael Knight
Scoodododododododododoo | en |
5WMfio70hOlcLUkDOwrfjQ | Curren$y | Real Estates | This is revenge
Like when them Russians caught Alonzo at the red light
No bullets, just pens
No machine guns, just machine lipped rims
Yeah, I let my fitted sit high
Cause I am really on my grind, fool
And as the game rotate, and my name grows bigger
How many bitches want, not many bitches won't
I know you think your bitches don't but I know
What she did last summer, scream for me when I touched her
Chevy man, though lately had my eyes on the Cutlass
Fitna say fuck it, call Mousa, tell him cop it, give it to my brother
Sticky trees I sit under, tryna stay cool
Big city lights hotter than a mothafucka
Tuesday I'm SoCal, Wednesday it's Calcutta
Socks up, stock rising, Kief Catcher Spitta grinding
Higher than my fitted riding
And if I showed you where I live, you would think that I was hiding
Can't call it a neighborhood, I ain't living by nobody
Applying for statehood, make my footprint in geography
Spreading my monopoly, and plus nobody I know got killed
In New Orleans today, I got cash put away and some more on the way, yeah
Oceans in the back, Porsches in the front
This the life we want nigga you only live it once
Uh, I let my fitted sit high cause I am really on my.grind
Yeah, I let my fitted sit high cause I am really on my grind
Uh, player shit, you niggas still cuffing
If I wanted her back, nigga I'd be still fucking
Yeah, and I see niggas tryna rap like us
Watch the video, then try to act like us
I know we make this shit look easy
Do a show out in Brooklyn, when I just left the Easy
With my nigga Spit-Spitta, girls tryna get us
Tell her I be comin back, you best be doin all them sit ups
Don't take me to the airport cryin girl, get up
She don't want me to leave when I'm wit her
I tell her I'm the nigga that she need, not a needy ass nigga
The game don't get any realer
I just want the red outside, black stripes like Thriller
I'm in Miami bumping Trilla
I got dope on the low, but im not a dope dealer
The feds blocking like the Steelers
I let my fitted sit high, cause I am really on my grind
Katt Williams flow, bitch this pimping all the time
You singing ass rap niggas simping all the time
Fucking up the game, niggas fucking up my name
You don't want no money, just fame
They ask me how I'm doin, shit I really can't complain
Sipping champagne, and trying to get everything I want
Yelling oceans in the back, Porsches in the front
Uh, uh, I'm yelling
Oceans in the back, Porsches in the front
Yeah, Yeah
Oceans in the back, Porsches in the front
Oceans in the back, Porsches in the front
Oceans in the back, Porsches in the... uh | en |
4vAE7QbfWJ8lgA3RyB1Lr3 | Curren$y | Hold On | A yard for my dogs, a crib for my main bitch
I've been a man and I am still stainless
Haters caught vapor, inhaling the anguish
Kill these beats, humane fashion, painless
Cellphone my bids to auctions, cop paintings
Gotta have 'em more than Caine-Loc needed them Daytons
Jets X Nes Phips, crack lacerations
Dope cuts, motherfucker catch up
The girl eyes wandering she wan' know if that's us
Heard about that Spitta stroke and she wan' be next up
Homie mad talking about boy when I catch up
Shit bound to get all messed up and that's so messed up
Let's go rest up, I be in the cut
Got a can of Ozium in the truck
Fresh cut, word to Gucci, man photo shoot
Spitta in your city homie, send them hoes through
Yeah, hold on, let me find something to roll up on
Baby girl hold on, let me find something to roll up on
Car in the driveway don't mean I'm home
One not in front the house don't mean I'm gone
Start a business, mind ya own
And I stayed on my job when them niggas got lazy
And look how I changed them hood hoes to ladies
And look how I turned them hoopties to Mercedes
And I admit, to quit shooting ball was kinda crazy
But I was too focused on getting bread, pay me
Now they telling all of those DJ's to play me
Mama sat me down and told me all about the 80s
My favorite color was green, like money, since a baby
The niggas turn flaky, bitches turn shady
But no more gray days, I waved goodbye to Macy
Purple haze give me lazy eyes like McGrady
And that's on everything that 31st raised me
And that's on everything, got Adidas in all flavors
Practice make perfect, perfect make paper
Paper take patience, and I'm still waiting
So it's fuck you pay me, I've been ranned out of favors
Yeah, hold on, let me find something to roll up on
Baby girl hold on, let me find something to roll up on
Car in the driveway don't mean I'm home
One not in front the house don't mean I'm gone
Start a business, mind ya own
I'm just playing my position, posted like a center
Money on my mind, the bank account getting thicker
Blowing out of pounds, cases of the liquor
Surrounded by these bitches, I'm far from fictitious
Niggas claim they G, but they starting to look suspicious
Hating on the planes every time my name gets mentioned
I don't pay 'em no attention, I keep on twisting up
This purp is so sticky, it's getting stuck to my fingers
Jet set, we here, hitting the game from all angles
Got it in a chokehold, it's more like a strangle
Say I'm one of the best and I ain't never dropped a single
My flow on point, you can tell from the lingo
Christmas sack of trees, yeah I'm smoking Kris Kringle
Blue cheese, sour deez and the kush tastes mango
Trade keep it real, I ain't nowhere near lame-o
The plane's on the way, clear the runway and the lanes, ho
Yeah, hold on, let me find something to roll up on
Baby girl hold on, let me find something to roll up on
Car in the driveway don't mean I'm home
One not in front the house don't mean I'm gone
Start a business, mind ya own | en |
5Dg5BknFHRsDvKV0GS7PsD | Curren$y | Fashionably Late | Good weed and broads, spaceships and stars
Roll out the red carpet but hold the applause
Roll out the red carpet but hold the applause
Good weed and broads, spaceships and stars
Roll out the red carpet but hold the applause
Roll out the red carpet but hold the applause
New Orleans and narcotics draped in metal and fiber optics
Cause dull bitches attracted to shiny objects
Well I guess y'all can kick it, Phife Dawg
Q-Tip, we all Souls of Mischief
This is how we chill until the globe stop spinning
I told all my folks that I'd be coming back with it
Now ask 'em if I did it any different, peppermints and lemons
Boss brothers chopping business around the table
It resembles a civil rights sit-in
Powerful shit, editing rooms, hours of clips
A man of many hats in this new era
Nurturing several smaller business underneath my umbrella
On the low low
Good weed and broads, spaceships and stars
Roll out the red carpet but hold the applause
Roll out the red carpet but hold the applause
Good weed and broads, spaceships and stars
Roll out the red carpet but hold the applause
Roll out the red carpet but hold the applause
And I'm still on top of the money
Dope boy mattress, a hundred K cash
With the box spring under it, who they think they fucking with
Spitta won't have none of it, suits offer contracts
I tear that shit up in front of them, baby girl I'm just hustling
Without cocaine smuggling but this shit is dope Tito
Roll these as we smoke, joints infinity
Highed up, supposed to have breakfast at Tiffany's
With Brittany but I got tied up, low riders
Hydraulics, trunks full of batteries and wires
Flow get tighter and tighter, adjustable pliers
Flip through these bitches like Zippo lighters
Good weed and broads, spaceships and stars
Roll out the red carpet but hold the applause
Roll out the red carpet but hold the applause
Good weed and broads, spaceships and stars
Roll out the red carpet but hold the applause
Roll out the red carpet but hold the applause | en |
7cGaATBc2ZFKWgilslzfzE | Curren$y | O.G. (The Jam) | Yeaaah
Race car driver, in my own fucking mind,
Spitta Andretti, yes I'm
Anticipatin these niggas hating yeah they waiting that's fine
Maco snap through the fishing line. watch for the hook,
Spitta bring it to just on time
On trees, like an ornament at Christmas time, on G's
But don't nothing move, til the money transfer, word to my crew
The green done colored my dreams blue,
Skeen, to slice that lead cake up, fuck them other niggas pay us
It's like I'm in it but not really in that Matrix
Ocean's 14, plot out new capers
Plant these money tree seeds, dollar bill leaves,
Leave me to rake it up
Wondering who they reserve first place fuck,
Those niggas, no pictures, babygirl roll those joints bigger
Fuzzy dice, velvet seats, mahogany upholstery, A/C,
sunroof cracked, this that, OG shit, you smell that?
Fuzzy dice, velvet seats, mahogany upholstery, A/C,
sunroof cracked, this that, OG shit, you smell that?
All my Crooks got Castles, wonderwoman have lassos,
Hotboy crack tab of Tabasco
Nas international, cash flow, smoking out the volcano, kush natural
Used to have indo in my afro, one man band conquer west?
Shawty I could hit it out the park satchel page
Damn I'm paid, thinking of all that money I made,
Since looking at the hip like I just got paged
Every summer, new car, new paint, girl I know you ain't frown with yo' pussy, you bitch!
I work too hard for " I can't", stay burnin that " Man that shit stank!"
I'm in ya city girl, you a thick lil something
I need one more for the Spitta girl
Fuzzy dice, velvet seats, mahogany upholstery, A/C,
sunroof cracked, this that, OG shit, you smell that?
Fuzzy dice, velvet seats, mahogany upholstery, A/C,
sunroof cracked, this that, OG shit, you smell that? | en |
2Ps02hRAHDRXhOalDQKYMU | Curren$y | Froze | La musica de Harry Fraud
Feel so cold
I came up in the world so cold
Got my heart on froze, my heart on froze
Feel so cold
I came up in the world so cold
Got my heart on froze, got my heart on froze
I came up in this world so cold
Yeah, uh, mind incoherent
Taint the days from the bad experience
I don't hit the line, I pass the interior
Exterior Phantom, seldom wait for stanza
Bout to hit a couple stories, boy scout lantern
Ca-ca-cathedral box, center stage like Chris Rock
Recline the top like Peter Pan drop
Drop a couple smells, top smells, top shelf
Ch-Ch-Cheddar melt
Fast forward silk chain made from Tinkerbell
Luxury coated, due to a couple pairs dancing
Marinara sauce on the seat belts, Versace fence
I'm Michael Phelps with the gold medallions
I pulled a couple stallions, my rims rattle
I ball like Ralph Samson, Riff!
Feel so cold
I came up in the world so cold
Got my heart on froze, my heart on froze
Feel so cold
I came up in the world so cold
Got my heart on froze, got my heart on froze
I came up in this world so cold
Undefeated like my sweats, untouchable rep
Underrated, overhated, fuck 'em, I'm a jet
Life on the set, nigga, live and direct
Like an intercept, halt your progress
I don't celebrate that touchdown yet
You soft as a night gown, clown, I see that right now
I'm cold, I'm froze like you should have wrapped them pipes
I'm cold, I'm froze like put some coats on them children
'Fore you let them outside
Getting strong off that green spinach, bitch; Popeye
Pot got me lazy in my long sleeve tie dye
Whippin' a Mercedes AMG 96 2 door 600
Alloy wheels on it, yeah
Introduce me to your best bitch, homie
Eyes can't hide her desire, she on me
Heart on fire for Mr. Frosty, I'm cold, yeah
Feel so cold
I came up in the world so cold
Got my heart on froze, my heart on froze
Feel so cold
I came up in the world so cold
Got my heart on froze, got my heart on froze
I came up in this world so cold | en |
3fttRKnPFJ3WPz4pPfqezP | Curren$y | Get Down | Wanna turn it up a little bro?
Hey, Hey,
Dam Dam,,Hey Hey,
(I should know)
Private talk, hey hey,
Get away, One, Two.
Drugs for you ears
You've been alive, just wasn't aware
But now you have to get down
And we're so happy to have you, have to get down
I wrote a million dollar verse on a napkin
While awaiting my baked Alaska
Couple shots before and after the meal
But not too much liquor to handle
Swear I got this audio dope mastered by engineers
Professors who receive masters, it's degrees
Certain things you must achieve 'fore you ask it be allowed
All inside store the pow-wow
So include it in the private cloud cause this game sorta got my spirits down
I need my baddest bitch and my realest niggas and a couple pounds
Years later, Pilot Talk III finally being wrote now
So tell them culture vultures where to stick it
Tell them stuffed suits to up them digits
We drug dealing, musical terrorism
Underground faction existing
So you don't have to accept that bullshit they giving you to listen
Drugs for you ears
You've been alive, just wasn't aware
But now you have to get down
And we're so happy to have you, have to get down
Drugs for you ears
You've been alive, just wasn't aware
But now you have to get down
And we're so happy to have you, have to get down
A G is what I am, a jet is who I be
You know what I smoke anywhere I go
All access, never it locked though
Spitta got the key to the globe, well travelled
I done lost more passports than you done took trips lil daddy
Let's congratulate less on the purchase of his Caddy
Strolling in the booth with a freshly lit fatty
No raw packages so I had to zig-zag it
Like I did back when, ain't nothin' changed but the addresses
New crib but I kept my old door mat
Remind yourself where you came from, you could go back
You've been told that, buss em, know that
Cause they've been show that
Learn the hallway, dead in the hallway
Or cuffed and stuck sitting in the back of them cars mayne
When you could have been a star mayne, shit raw mayne
I want you to have it all, big crib, big car
Have your cake and eat it, every motherfuckin' piece
With the icing that you like
La-la-da-da-la-la-la-la, Life
Drugs for you ears
You've been alive, just wasn't aware
But now you have to get down
And we're so happy to have you, have to get down
Drugs for you ears
You've been alive, just wasn't aware
But now you have to get down
And we're so happy to have you, have to get down
Drugs for you ears
You've been alive, just wasn't aware
But now you have to get down
And we're so happy to have you, have to get down
Drugs for you ears
You've been alive, just wasn't aware
But now you have to get down
And we're so happy to have you, have to get down | en |
4tqNm7iYncYnz8TTJhZNZX | Curren$y | Audio Dope 5 | Sleeping outside for it, like they waiting on Jordan's... nigga
Bunsen burners, laboratory beakers
Pour it in the speakers
Haters fire heatseekers
Though they fail to reach us, we
Too cold, your soul
Shiver when you see us
Mad that you can't be us
So you planning ways to see us
Defeated, it's not happening
One deep in them two seaters mashing
Ignoring the pain like pitbulls when they scrapping
I'm, too far in it to stop and see if I'm injured
I gotta finish my nigga, I gotta kill it
Signed, sealed, delivered at your front door nigga
Where you gonna go nigga
Audio dope dealers
Smugglers ripping through the jungle on them four wheelers
Shit don't get no real love
We got these hoes chilling
Because we can smoke in here
Working hard, we party with the privileged
I got it all, because I'm gifted
The lord giveth, my nigga
Knocking at the door cause' they want some more
Sleeping outside for it, like they waiting on Jordans
I can't afford, to not record it
Cause' I know them niggas waiting on it
Knocking at the door cause' they want some more
Sleeping outside for it, like they waiting on Jordans
I can't afford, to not record it
Cause' I know them niggas waiting on it
Jet life, love boat, all aboard bitches
Smoke a jernt, and play some shuffleboard with me
Them boys living, them boys getting it
Going from boys to men
Check the cut on my denim
Check the stitching
Authenticism in my lyricism
Studio coke written
The booth, the stove, the kitchen
Scraping the sides of the pot
Not a dollar we missing
And the aim still the same
We acquiring more millions
It's like the Wire
It's like New Jack City
It's like Menace
This shit serious, I'm not kidding
You'll get killed for being curious
Cats get chased by the big dogs
Round' here, aw yeah
Shit will get wicked quick
And ya'll was just kicking it
Now you gotta pick up your homie up
Cause he got hit, and them niggas is still shooting
Fuck is you gonna do
Pussyfoots'll never feel a real niggas shoes
Knocking at the door cause' they want some more
Sleeping outside for it, like they waiting on Jordans
I can't afford, to not record it
Cause' I know them niggas waiting on it
Knocking at the door cause' they want some more
Sleeping outside for it, like they waiting on Jordans
I can't afford, to not record it
Cause' I know them niggas waiting on it
Hoes feel this, professional audio dope dealers...
Yeah man... | en |
74JMcFuZ71lil1rjLFSatz | Curren$y | Pot Jar | Parlayed the Caymans
Flew to vegas just in time for the weigh-in
Fight night, MGM, vaporizer blazing
Valet for the classics, trucks with armored glasses
Franchise players on a momentous occasion
Announce the fact we made it, tip a c-note to the waiters
Send a bottle to your table, it's a celebration
Rollie presidential, inauguration stones clearer than an HD station
And you hating
If you'd have had one that's nice I'd have told you congratulations
I stole home base while you was tying your laces
Your bitch gave out the dugout
Smoked out the clubhouse
Welcome to the majors
Niggas hoping I get knocked off
In the studio making them drop offs
Ducking them hip-hop cop cars
Sometimes I find answers in the bottom of my pot jar
Sometimes I find answers in the bottom of my pot jar
Certified dope on three coasts
Bread healthy, wheat toast
Tryna see the fam wealthy, the fam help me
Held me down when I needed it
Held me up when I couldn't reach it
Flashlight when I couldn't see shit
Saying my prayers, smoking my weed
Listening to Roy Ayers
With more pull in my city than the mayor
Smart not scared
Highed up but aware and prepared
If them fools from over there ever came round here
But we'll cross that bridge when we get to it
(Audio drug lord with this music)
Niggas hoping I get knocked off
In the studio making them drop offs
Ducking them hip-hop cop cars
Sometimes I find answers in the bottom of my pot jar
Sometimes I find answers in the bottom of my pot jar
Don't nothing move but the decimal
Everyday above ground is a chess move
Don't let the little things stress you
If you can go without killing a nigga, you successful
Low key, like I'm riding with a whole key
But I'm just chasing these cookies with this OG
I don't do first halfs, I need the whole fee
You want Jada, Kiss, or you want the whole me? (which one)
And I don't be popping bubbles
If I ain't house shopping I'm at the dealer copping doubles
Ain't where I wanna be, but I'm not far
Answers at the bottom of my pot jar (light one)
Niggas hoping I get knocked off
In the studio making them drop offs
Ducking them hip-hop cop cars
Sometimes I find answers in the bottom of my pot jar
Sometimes I find answers in the bottom of my pot jar | en |
3BTfH3PNQn2hx4Py1FMQ7O | Curren$y | Search Party | Sucka ass niggas keep stealing
The real ones keep building more shit
Clown shit that I'm not feeling
Too much, cut that bullshit, snuff they dealings
Mainstream got it all fucked up
You want the real dope then you gotta come to us
Underground niggas papered up
Fuck that award show
Get 'em tickets to my bitch like "y'all go"
I gotta get these bars wrote, that raw coke
Musical key loads, boat loads, car loads
Hollywood celebrity types and hood stars know
Your existence is hanging in the balance bro
Residuals is critical, we need them stacks kid
Wake up to them bowls, no cereal
Plane materials is how I flow
If I write about it then believe it's what I know
That's why it comes so easy to me
You see literally I flow like a river current
While them other niggas fronting, finna say fuck it
Star write screen plays
Swear my life like a movie in so many ways
Aw man
I'ma kill a niggas spirit when I pull up in this
The kid cruising by without going into the event
Crew members in attendance so I'm represented well
I was in the studio with that triple beam scale
New Beamers, swerve 'em in the rain, make 'em fishtail
Reckless, though I mean well
My intentions were good, but my niggas too hood
You was talking down on the set and it got back to 'em
Now my dawg highly upset, I gotta watch what he doing
Cuz if he catch you slipping he might do something stupid
I worked to hard for this to see my niggas lose and being foolish
I was aware the snakes was there when I moved in
But that money make it easier for home improvements
Make sure that you trust your shooters
The closest ones to ya be the ones that'll do ya
I ain't have to tell ya | en |
3Y3Y1mN5AY6E0xOoRkbwsc | Curren$y | All I Know | Adidas slides, when I arrive
Hundreds socks, money knots
Left a couple killers outside, under strict instruction
If I ain't back in 15 minutes, They tryin somethign, Rush em
Chichi get the yayo
We could shape into what we want like Play-Doh, with this batch
A Ferrari FF hatchback
Brown cajun, blazin out the sour patch
Time lapsed, clouds passed
My mind wraps around plans to bring in more cash
Make em more mad, Jernt burnin slow
Biscayne Bay, Cigarrete Boats go fast
I know what they used to call em, because Im OG used to ballin
Now homie you can't see, but you pretend that you was looking for em
In a player ass loft witcho girlfriend cooking for em
Money hoes clothes, yea that's all a nigga know
Stars on the roof bitch, marble on the floor
A hunnit jernts coming yea that's all a nigga know
Tell the truth you know I get it bitch
And all these niggas know
Fifty roaches in the ashtray
Smoking better than good on a bad day
I could see my cars from this balcony
Bitch you could touch the stars from this balcony
Schooling em
Teachers lounge
Drinking crown with the faculty
To trade this, I had to be crazy bitch
Thought I made dumb decisions til they saw I made it stupid rich
Played it smart with my mind, not my heart
Automatic start, and assisted parallel park
And I don't even like new cars, this for my broad
Grind hard with my dogs
Day oners, front runners, the done numbers
1997 Bulletproof Hummers
61 Impalas with the gold bumpers
Double antennas
Rap hustlin ass niggas smokin out yo bidness center for the whole winter
Money hoes clothes, yea that's all a nigga know
Stars on the roof bitch, marble on the floor
A hunnit jernts coming yea that's all a nigga know
Tell the truth you know I get it bitch,
and all these niggas know | en |
2YD3zOgAUPH8sUD0OwNHsd | Curren$y | Alert | Never stop, 'til we pick up loot on every block
The roof on the crib got that helicopter
Coupe move with new shoes and socks
Not to mention the masterpiece watch
Not to mention the chain or the diamond rings
Material things, wasteful, I know
But I just use it as a way to keep score
Shit bigger than a 6 plus, this is us
The crew who you hide your bitches from
Jet Life homie, you trying to get rich or what?
Closed this deal in a restaurant, power lunch
I had the veal with the parmesan
Bed of angel hair pasta it was resting on
Two mimosa's, a to-go cup with Coca-Cola
Now I'm smoking, rollin', gas in my motor, sipping my soda
We use the Pro Tools to break down boulders
My girl pull her own weight, with her sexy lil shoulders
In the strapless Vera Wang, Alexander or whoever made it
I just know she paid it, it cost me Nathan
Sexy, cool, crazy
My baby like one of them hot 70's ladies
Under disco lights with her hips swaying
To the music playing
While I'm making major moves with the boss playas
Win or lose I was there, beginning to end
I paid dues so I'm included and you never knew it
Until you saw we did it you was still tryna do it
Looking at us looking like stars, and we looking at you stupid
Sucks to be you kid
Drugs in the music
Boss playa I'll ask what it cost later
Throw it in the cut like fuck it I'll floss later
In the mix like a cross fader
No DJ, giving em' no leeway
We be everywhere from the mansion to the PJ's
Crown on the wrist, pound of the piff
Get around in the 6, ask in town I'm the shit
But who's the niggas I'm shitting on?
Come to money, you getting off or getting on?
You see that fly shit Spitta on
You see that fly shit Ghost on
The money and the weed, the guns and the Nikes
In the cars with the ice just might form Voltron
Or should I transform on 'em, they was going ham on 'em
I was blowing grams on 'em
They was showing swag
I was blowing bags full of strains that niggas didn't ever know they had
It's Jet Life, I except life
Is not life until you come through living block life
Carbon fiber stock pipes
I'm talking marble on the kitchen counter
You gon' smell like reserve if you sit around us
Should I keep going or quiet up?
If you got fire, then fire it up
Never stop, 'til we pick up loot on every block
The roof on the crib got that helicopter
Coupe move with new shoes and socks
Not to mention the masterpiece watch
Not to mention the chain or the diamond rings
Material things, wasteful, I know
But I just use it as a way to keep score | en |
7bPIXpeBvcdU3nnYkX4F75 | Curren$y | Double 07 | "Double 07"
Looking for someone down the line
But no one will be there to see ya through
Fuck all y'all
Shelter from the rain in a parked car
Chopping game, I defined my slangs
Fog lights in the grill, in the grill whippin the 96 rain
It's insane I pass you, let you drive in the narrow lanes
My independence remain
Cause I ain't working for the radio station like Martin Payne
I grind and maintain my piece of mind
Almost lost it once on the line
But see that I found it just in time
A mercenary killer
Paid for bringin debt to these whack niggas
You call them rats that's why them labels never called you back
Pimpin, yeah jack, spitta snap,
Long flight, turbulence bad, baggage claim tags, car service rolling grass
Double 07, but I ain't talking agents
Two ounces and seven grams my nigga we still blazing
You uneasy in my presence
Dumb questions, dumber statements
I'm on a whole nother level
Roof terrace, you the basement
Couldn't gain possession
Them haters couldn't take it
Can't see me unless you sleeping
Nigga Freddy vs Jason
Snoozing on a jet movement
Your worst nightmare in the making | en |
3HtkilOmzZOTozG57OCvIJ | Wiz Khalifa | All Over | Set, where haven't we been yet
Jet Set, where haven't we been yet
Jet Set, where haven't we been yet
Jet Set, where haven't we been yet
Getting money all over the world, all over the world
(Toronto and Amsterdam, Brazil, Paris, France and Japan
Anything for the grands, yea)
Getting money all over the world, all over the world
(Germany to Italy, North South Pole, anywhere in between, anything for the green)
Spitta, spend yen on bape
Red carpet, yo bitch my date
She throwin' the Jets in every pic we take
I upload em with a song on Nah Right today
Those niggas is not like the planes
Them hoes don't digg em, they tryna' get on my team
And how can you blame, she know self preservation
The first rule, she know she'd die of boredom if she with you
While I'm sitting poolside looking real cool
With a Grape flavored 50 cent juice
Paid for one, the corner store lady gimme two
Nigga thats love, thats what I live on
Right before take off, twitter from the cell phone
Another show rock, more money got word to Chris and Neef
Can't stop won't stop, yea
Getting money all over the world, all over the world
(Toronto and Amsterdam, Brazil, Paris, France and Japan
Anything for the grands, yea)
Getting money all over the world, all over the world
(Germany to Italy, North South Pole, anywhere in between, anything for the green)
C'mon, I go straight where the cash is
Heard about your last date being tragic
I know, my last tape was a classic
So all I hear now is paper or plastic?
Few Rosays, now you drunk saying boy
"why you in my face and you only want one thing?"
You wasting your time fucking lames
Only 2 things poppin, thats Jet Set and The Gang
Eating sushi, few groupies, new clothes and left over room keys
I want my good girl to smoke weed and love playing Nintendo Wii
And I got pictures in my cell phone, iChat
When I'm gone, land somewhere calling home
Put me right up where the best at
Nigga we Jet Set, so where haven't we been yet?
Yes
Getting money all over the world, all over the world
(Toronto and Amsterdam, Brazil, Paris, France and Japan
Anything for the grands, yea)
Getting money all over the world, all over the world
(Germany to Italy, North South Pole, anywhere in between, anything for the green) | en |
5yPPdcqJ0ljwIBbeKSHBEP | Wiz Khalifa | The Planes | I guarantee you leave the club with us you won't be the same
They can't help it c'mon these bitches know it's The Planes
Let all my money talk for me, what more can I say
That money will be seen, as soon as I put my key
You put your key in, money we'll be seein'
We'll reach the fuckin' ceilin', yeah yeah yeah yeah
I put my key, you put your feet in, money we'll be seein'
We'll reach the fuckin' ceilin', yeah yeah yeah yeah
My car ride by without the boomin' system
I'd rather spend that loot on my engine
Oh, hail to the chief, I been one hell of an Indian
But settling in tepees ain't sitting' well with me see
I need plenty green acres
And EZ Wider papers
Got the OG game in me Sega Bulls vs. Blazers
To the left I played her, but you treat her right
Sucker what I get in one night
You wait a couple months for
You love her, I cut up
She woke and I was gone, only weed crumbs on the cover
Yeah Spitta did her like that
Just like I said it in my raps
Said I fuck you good and disappear, ain't that what I did?
Niggas talkin' down on The Planes better shut up
I'm fed up, waitin' on valet to pull my 'Vette up
You better get up
Tryna be cute bitch I'mma leave you
Her home girl she said "please" too
She no crazy
I guarantee you leave the club with us you won't be the same
They can't help it c'mon these bitches know it's The Planes
Let all my money talk for me, what more can I say
That money will be seen, as soon as I put my key
You put your key in, money we'll be seein'
We'll reach the fuckin' ceilin', yeah yeah yeah yeah
I put my key, you put your feet in, money we'll be seein'
We'll reach the fuckin' ceilin', yeah yeah yeah yeah
Drunk nights going through my phone
Tryna figure out which one I want to get at
You already home cookin' and grinding' my weed for me
I just left the club but I'll be there in a minute
Take the lock off the door
And that way you won't have to listen for me
Oh yeah, and leave some light on in the kitchen darlin'
I mess with the baddest hoes
Gotta go overseas to buy their clothes
Trees she got 'em rolled
Don't gotta deal with jealousy cause she not involved
Ain't trippin' on her man cause she got her own, yeah
Independent as can be still I'm the one they're calling
Be there then I'm in the wind, no breakfast in the morning
Fill, I'm in and out like it's fast food
People get to know me say I'm more than just a rap dude
Pay the cost to be the boss - no tax due
Now my money feelin' like it's tattooed
I guarantee you leave the club with us you won't be the same
They can't help it c'mon these bitches know it's The Planes
Let all my money talk for me, what more can I say
That money will be seen, as soon as I put my key
You put your key in, money we'll be seein'
We'll reach the fuckin' ceilin', yeah yeah yeah yeah
I put my key, you put your feet in, money we'll be seein'
We'll reach the fuckin' ceilin', yeah yeah yeah yeah | en |
1Uj2I9h0jZQ6BxsGV0bjFN | Wiz Khalifa | In The Middle | It's the Planes and the Taylor Gang
And I'm (Turn it up a bit)
Fucking with the chronic cause the chronic give me dopeness
Center of the camera focus
Once the car service doors open
I'm with a chick you only seen on magazine covers posing
I really know this bitch
I won't tell you I got it until I could show you it
I'm not gon' tell you about it until I go through it
Formula One car, code word for solo whip
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you I'm cool
Weed lit
Lights flipped up on the Porsche
The same model Tony escaped from the club with
When them haters tried to knock him off
That's cold
Destroyer of the track I am Spitta Destro
You in the club line obeying the dress code
I drive by
Bitches making googley eyes
Google me Ma
I do that music so beautifully, huh
Believe that
Jets nigga retweet that
And In the Middle we stay calm we just drop bombs
In the Middle we stay calm we just drop we just drop
In the Middle we stay calm we just drop bombs
In the Middle we stay calm we just drop we just drop
Jets, Taylor Gang
You know the slang
Bad bitches feeding me champagne
Show up smelling like weed on the plane
People cut they eyes but they don't say shit
Rep Taylor Gang plus the Planes bitch
Polo Socks
Bad Bitches dig em cause they know the flow so hot
They be at my shows hoping one day they can meet us
And maybe we'll smoke
I ain't on no Hollywood shit
You sexy and know how to handle your weed
You probably cook bitch
Bong rips send us to Hong Kong trips
My life is a movie stick to the script
Can tell that it's quality before its lit
He is I and I am him
Some bitches a lot of weed and gin
Tattoos cover half my skin
Hoes scream Taylor Gang out they roof
Plus they love the Jets music
Lemme hear it
Aha (I'm here) | en |
32Fl5WREM94YyOpwT2PaLb | Wiz Khalifa | Layover | Yeah, yeah
Yuh, jets nigga now where haven't we...
Bitches, I 'Taylor Gang' that
Yuh
Yuh
How fly, uh?
The backseat is for newborns
Homie, I'm grown
I'll hop in front and drive this bitch on my own
Out the driveway windows half raised
Bumpin' Ma$e or some Sade'
Chuckin' the deuces to my neighbors
Like them Houston players
Got the two door Caprice
Black and red, like a Sega Genesis
Password first pimpin' or you can't get into this hangar
Access denied, you can't fly you a lame
Spiderman tangled in a web of lies
Global travel, red eyes
Plan plots, strategize
Double XL, now I'm after The Source and the Vibe
Only magazines yet to recognize in 2009
Nigga worth it, he deserve it
He ain't perfect, but he workin' on that second album
Dropped the first one with Amalgam
Digital dollars, afford flights
Where the massages will be provided
By my down ass exotic dancing Italian goddess
The planes got it
That's why she's ridin' with the pilot
Find Spitta smoked out in the same crowd
Where Waldo was spotted
Orange rectangle boxes in my pockets
Niggas on a quest like Jonny and Hadji
Haha, yeah
(jet set, now where haven't we been yet?)
How fly?
The mixtape it's officially done
This is it, right here
Haha, yeah, uh
I'm back better than ever
No hiatus, just weed crushers
Rollers, and one and a half wide papers
Catch me and Spitta smokin' up
You got trees? Nigga, light it
I heard this is a weed friendly environment
Seen 'em at my shows front row, gettin' excited
They all smoke and memorize my lines
Say I'm the tightest
Know bitches who rep the gang hard as niggas who do the same
And don't support the bullshit they only do the planes
In every city we smokin' like a train
They heard I'm swingin' past now them bitches gettin' gas, octane
Not a name to compare 'em to
I can skydive, no parachute
With just a dope pair of shoes
Zig zags and hella tattoos
Put you in a mindstate
That this is my movie
Put you in it too
The bomb weed make it critical
Sit with the vampire in his interview | en |
3n2WiiCrUxVdALkQ1mDlU3 | Wiz Khalifa | Drunk Dialing | Uh the club lite turn to sunrise
You know I still ain't done right
Skip my place and take you to yo crib
Im trynna roll a mega joint, raid yo fridge
You got the ps3 you love yo kid
Ima play his shit since he not here
And I still got a fetish for other niggas hoes
Still keep the tooth brush in my car
With some basketball shorts and a charger for my phone
You never know what will happen, spontaneous action
In the city of the Mardi Gras parades and gun clappin, quarterbacking
Not the center but I'm snapping bongs
Shorty don't be smoking like that she grown
Leon Phelps, Hugh Hef grotto flow
Boogie nights at the roxbury, Which way should we go huh?
6 in the morn'
But I don't wanna go home
So im driving from the club all alone
Hoping one of these hoes answer they phones
6 in the morn'
But I don't wanna go home
So i'm driving from the studio alone
Hoping one of these hoes answer they phone
Yeah, 6 am chicks we slay them
Knowing favorite songs picks we play them
I ain't on some oh I'm just some big star shit, but tell you I sure afford it
My lifestyle, all the visuals are gorgeous
Spend nights out couple bitches at the fortress
Got all these lil hoes addicted, cause if it ain't broke then its rich bitch
I'm ridin' in my ride getting lifted
Thinkin' which chick I'ma Bruce Lee kick with
I roll another joint then start my mission
And hella watch her watch my prevision
Need a nigga that don't care what it cost him
Say you scared of heights but admit the view is awesome
And the weathers great, roll another plane, celebrate
And I'm in the sky so she ask me how I'm fly
6 in the morn'
But I don't wanna go home
So im driving from the club all alone
Hoping one of these hoes answer they phones
6 in the morn'
But I don't wanna go home
So i'm driving from the studio alone
Hoping one of these hoes answer they phone | en |
1xzBoENMZgn44Sc65JGlhr | Wiz Khalifa | Surface To Air | [Jets nigga now where haven't we
They look up to jets nigga now where haven't we
Fuck boys wondering if the bitch next]
Ask yourself
How fly
The planes and the Taylor Gang
Haters stand clear of em
Y'all stand cheer for em
Shook away from lames and over came let's hear it for em
Zig zag smoke, magic lyrics appear to em
Outta nowhere air hare Jordans
Kicked up sitting behind a mahogany desk
Crumbling 'erb just as Big Boi and Andre would suggest
Flow sick need a check up
Flow sick that's how I got my checks up
Bad bitches gold digging lame niggas
Out a trip to foreign places or bracelet or necklace
Then slide through the set and
Auck the JETS cause she respect us
You think you got a winner but you don't I bet she let us
Pickles, tomatos, onions, mayo, mustard,
And ketchup, the works
Driving in a Aqufina truck to the club
Cause Wiz told me that these bitches was thirst
Crash test dummy honey
Need a helmet cause she jumping head first
It's amazing how I get so high and stay so down to Earth
Ain't nah niggas iller, explosive and fly, surface to air missile
Old sucka-ass nigga go somewhere and fuck yourself
Cause ain't nobody fucking with us
You didn't put a hundred on it then you can't hit it
Me and my nigga Wiz will smoke an ounce in one sitting
Yeah it's the Planes and the Taylor Gang
Lame niggas putting locks and chains on they bitches
Smoke filled rooms
Camera lens zooms from a mile away you can smell the fumes
College girls play me in their iPod or Zune
Even bitches with bad attitudes bumping to our tunes
They high maintenance
Give em wings let em fly places
Introduce you to high times, flavors, and sky scrapers
Rolling in lime papers and Randy's
Smoking out somewhere where the sand be
Plan B killing these kids
Not Michael Jackson
I ain't feeling these kids
And you hating such a shame that's where your energy is
I'm in a Gfizz flying
Leave your bitches with the planes now she sky diving
Hella vibing
And your hating adds just more steam
More chips now I'm living more Rothstein
So for every thing it's worth
I travel all four corners of the Earth putting in work
Ain't nah niggas iller, explosive and fly, surface to air missile
Old sucka-ass nigga go somewhere and fuck yourself
Cause ain't nobody fucking with us
You didn't put a hundred on it then you can't hit it
Me and my nigga Wiz will smoke an ounce in one sitting
Yeah it's the Planes and the Taylor Gang
Lame niggas putting locks and chains on they bitches | en |
4v3wYJ0xRPcZ1w2ixFtuhJ | Benny Goodman Trio | Body and Soul | My days have grown so lonely
For you I cry, for you dear only
Why haven't you seen it
I'm all for you body and soul
I spend my days in longin'
I'm wondering why it's me you're wronging
I tell you I mean it
I'm all for you body and soul
I can't believe it
It's hard to conceive it
That you'd throw away romance
Are you pretending
It looks like the ending
Unless I can have one more chance to prove, dear
My life a hell you're making
You know I'm yours for just the taking
I'd gladly surrender
Myself to you body and soul
What lies before me
A future that's stormy
A winter that's gray and cold
Unless there's magic the end will be tragic
And therefor a tale that's so often told
My life revolves about you
What earthly good am I without you
Oh I tell you I mean it
I'm all for you body and soul | en |
7pg07MymVa69KyvFoN8Uqy | Tina Dickow | Menneskedyr | Vi kæmper alle sammen for det goe'
Vi kan bare ikke blive enige om hvad det goe' er
Vi kæmper alle sammen for at få det til at hænge sammen her i livet
Og i vores hoveder
Vi skal ha' penge nok
Opmærksomhed nok
Genkendelighed nok
Det' der det ligger
Vi søger der hen hvor lyser falder ind
Hvor det giver mening
Det' der det ligger
Vi laver mønstre alle vegne
Er der huller så fylder vi dem ud med noget
Årsag og virkning
Brygger historier der forklarer hvem vi er
For vores virkelighed er den eneste der er virk'lig
Vi skal ha' penge nok
Opmærksomhed nok
Genkendelighed nok
Det' der det ligger
Vi søger der hen hvor lyser falder ind
Hvor det giver mening
Det' der det ligger
Er vi mennesker
Er vi dyr
Er vi noget midt i mellem
Er vi instinkter
Eller eventyr
En guddommelig fortælling
Vi kæmper allesammen for vor' egne
Det' da ind i mellem svært at se hvem vores egne er
Vi blir' ved det vi kender
Vælger gerne løgne over sandhed
For ik' at miste vores meninger
Vi skal ha' penge nok
Opmærksomhed nok
Genkendelighed nok
Det' det der virker
Vi søger der hen hvor lyser falder ind
Hvor det giver mening
Det' det der virker
Er vi mennesker
Er vi dyr
Er vi noget midt i mellem
Er vi instinkter
Eller eventyr
En guddommelig fortælling
Er vi mennesker
Er vi dyr
Er vi noget midt i mellem
Er vi instinkter
Eller eventyr
En guddommelig fortælling
Vi' mennesker
Vi' dyr
En guddommelig fortælling | os |
3c1FGQUXBOtBKNjgnjGJnJ | Jacob Banks | Won't Turn Back | Won't turn back
If we cross the line
Say you mean it
(Say) say it like you mean it
Oh, I won't turn back, yeah
We could really be somethin'
You only speak your mind when you are faded
So, I hold on those moments
'Cause I won't hear you when you're sober
Go ahead, talk your shit, baby
Treatin' liquor like it's aqua
¿Qué pasa? The mornin' won't remember
But the night will bring us closer
So, I won't turn back
If we cross the line
So, say you mean it, oh
Say it like you mean it
'Cause I won't (turn back)
Breakin' my back to woo ya
Pretendin' I don't bleed
Tryin' my best not to lose ya
But you won't let me win
Breakin' my back to ya
Pretendin' I don't bleed
Oh, I won't turn back, uh
I won't turn back
Once I cross the line, oh, baby
So say you mean it
Say it like you fuckin' mean it
And I won't turn back, I
Baby, won't you stop frontin'?
Yeah, forever is a maybe (oh, yeah)
But I like our chances, baby (oh, yeah)
Happy ever after, maybe, eh
Puff, puff, pass it, baby (hold us)
Mary Jane won't stop the bailiffs
What's the point in gettin' higher
If you're preachin' to the choir?
I won't turn back, oh, yeah, uh
If we cross the line
So, say you mean it
Say it like you mean it
Oh, I won't turn back | en |
5Ii6ZhGfVWuKrKdStXdfpj | Jacob Banks | Aim For My Head | Go easy on me, darling
Don't aim for my head
Go easy on me, darling
Remember what we said
What more can I give?
Take from my lips
I'll beg and I'll bleed
Just take what you need
Don't make me lose you and find you off the ledge
And don't make me lose you and find you in someone else
Yes, it's your skin
It's your bones
But it's my home
So, don't make me lose you and find you off the ledge
So, go easy on me, darling
Swim back to bed
Go easy on me, darling
Don't colour me red
Oh, what more can I give?
Take from my rib
And I beg or I'll steal
Just take what you need
But don't make me lose you and find you off the ledge
Oh, don't make me lose you and find you in someone else
Yes, it's your skin
It's your bones
But it's my home
And don't make me lose you and find you off the ledge
Oh hey, lover, oh hey, lover
Oh hey, lover, oh hey, lover
Oh hey, lover, oh hey, lover
Go easy on me, darling
Don't aim for my head | en |
00MvXOtpEGdyO60uZHnY8Y | Pritam | Dil Ibaadat - Rock | दिल इबादत कर रहा है, धड़कनें मेरी सुन
तुझ को मैं कर लूँ हासिल, लगी है यही धुन
ज़िंदगी की शाक से लूँ कुछ हसीं पल मैं चुन
तुझ को मैं कर लूँ हासिल, लगी है यही धुन
दिल इबादत कर रहा है, धड़कनें मेरी सुन
तुझ को मैं कर लूँ हासिल, लगी है यही धुन
ज़िंदगी की शाक से लूँ कुछ हसीं पल मैं चुन
तुझ को मैं कर लूँ हासिल, लगी है यही धुन
जो भी जितने पल जियूँ उन्हें तेरे संग जियूँ
जो भी कल हो अब मेरा उसे तेरे संग जियूँ
जो भी साँसें मैं भरूँ उन्हें तेरे संग भरूँ
चाहे जो हो रास्ता उसे तेरे संग चलूँ
दिल इबादत कर रहा है, धड़कनें मेरी सुन
तुझ को मैं कर लूँ हासिल, लगी है यही धुन
मुझ को दे तू मिट जाने, अब ख़ुद से दिल मिल जाने
क्यूँ है ये इतना फ़ासला?
लम्हे ये फिर ना आने, इनको तू ना दे जाने
तू मुझ पे ख़ुद को दे लुटा
तुझे तुझ से तोड़ लूँ, कहीं खुद से जोड़ लूँ
मेरे जिस्म-ओ-जाँ में आ, तेरी खुशबू ओढ़ लूँ
जो भी साँसें मैं भरूँ उन्हें तेरे संग भरूँ
चाहे जो हो रास्ता उसे तेरे संग चलूँ
दिल इबादत कर रहा है, धड़कनें मेरी सुन
तुझ को मैं कर लूँ हासिल, लगी है यही धुन
बाँहों में दे बस जाने, सीने में दे छुप जाने
तुझ बिन मैं जाऊँ तो कहाँ?
तुझ से है मुझ को पाने यादों के वो नज़राने
एक जिन पे हक़ हो बस मेरा
तेरी यादों में रहूँ, तेरे ख़्वाबों में जगूँ
मुझे ढूँढे जब कोई, तेरी आँखों में मिलूँ
जो भी साँसें मैं भरूँ उन्हें तेरे संग भरूँ
चाहे जो हो रास्ता उसे तेरे संग चलूँ
दिल इबादत कर रहा है, धड़कनें मेरी सुन
तुझ को मैं कर लूँ हासिल, लगी है यही धुन | hi |
1CIv5KTqFpmCgqj4Mke2bh | Neeraj Shridhar | Aahun Aahun - Remix | Kaddi te has bol ve
Na jind saddi rol ve
Kaddi te has bol ve
Na jind saddi rol ve
Tu aaja dil janiya
De kar meherbaniyan
Tu aaja dil janiya
De kar meherbaniyan
Aa sanu teri rol ve
Na jind saddi rol ve
(Mohabbat muskil bhari
Badi hi mast bimaari
You wanna let it goin on
Mohabbaat lambi yari
Bina permit ke jaari,
But get you ride it yeah, com'on) – 2
Ooohhhh
Dil ne dil mangna mangna
Ishq mein rangna rangna
Jete ji is ne rab nu milana
Ankh lad jana
Mar muhk jana
Ekko ek kahani baas badle zamana
Aahun aahun aahun
Aahun aahun aahun
Aahun aahun aahun aahun aahun aahun aahun
Aahun aahun aahun
Aahun aahun aahun
Aahun aahun aahun aahun aahun aahun aahun
Mohabbat dislan bazi
Purani hokar taazi
You never see it growing old
Mohabbat se rab raazi
Dilon ki saude baazi
Before you know your heart is sold
Naino ne ladna vadna
Panga bhi badna badna
Jhadge mein naino ke yeh
Dil lut jana
Ankh lad jana
Mar muhk jana
Ekko ek kahani baas badle zamana
Aahun aahun aahun
Aahun aahun aahun
Aahun aahun aahun aahun aahun aahun aahun
Kaddi te has
Kaddi te has bol ve
Na jind saddi rol ve
Kaddi te has bol ve
Na jind saddi rol ve
Nishaniyan na khoni hain
Soni hai saanson mein
Pironi hai baatein teri
Hairaaniyan halaton ki
Raaaton ki teri mulakaton ki baaton ki
Baaton ne chalna chalna
Raaton ne jalna jalna
Jal ke mohabbaton mein phir jut jana
Ankh lad jana
Mar muhk jana
Ekko ek kahani baas badle zamana
Aahun aahun aahun
Aahun aahun aahun
Aahun aahun aahun aahun aahun aahun aahun
Aahun aahun aahun
Aahun aahun aahun
Aahun aahun aahun aahun aahun aahun aahun
Kaddi te has bol ve
Na jind saddi rol ve
Kaddi te has bol ve
Kaddi te has bol ve
Na jind saddi rol ve
Kaddi te has bol ve | en |
3VuzxS5mcJv7CfglBQCW32 | Neeraj Shridhar | Twist - Remix | Twist
Twist
Rang ran ran
Rang De chak man
Rang De chak
Rang de chak
No matter Let them say
Rang De chak man
Rang De chak aye
Rang de chak
No mater Lets Spark
Rang De chak man
Rang De chak
Rang de chak
No matter Let them say
Rang De chak man
Rang De chak aye
Rang de chak
No matter Lets Spark
Let's start some Ronauk Shounak
Let's have some party now
Let's have some Raala Rappaa
Rang de chak a
No matter Let them say
Let's have some dhol dhamaka
Let's call the dholi now
Let's have some matti tappa
Chalo chalo ji lak lak gao lo
Chalo chalo ji Mauj bana lo
Chalo chalo ji Nach lo Gao lo
Pakad kisi ki Wrist
And we Twist
we twist
we twist
we twist
And we Twist
we twist
we twist
we twist
And we Twist
we twist
we twist
we twist
And we Twist
we twist
we twist
we twist
Rang De chak man
Rang De chak
Rang de chak
No matter Let them say
Rang De chak man
Rang De chak aye
Rang de chak
No mater Lets Spark
Rang De chak man
Rang De chak
Rang de chak
No matter Let them say
Rang De chak man
Rang De chak aye
Rang de chak
No mater Lets Spark
Rikid sikids si duniya challe
Peer bhi challe
Balle Balle
Ho gayi
Haan Ho gayi
Ho hasi kushi mein
Gum ki tuddi
Hawa mein huddi
Woh ka tale
Kho gayi
Haan kho gayi
Chodo chodo sab rone dhone
Chodo Chodo Dukh aadhe kore
Dekho dekho din sone mone
Yehi life ki Gist
And we Twist
we twist
we twist
we twist
And we Twist
we twist
we twist
we twist
And we Twist
we twist
we twist
we twist
And we Twist
we twist
we twist
we twist
Sone Mone Malla Malli
Kar gaye talli
Aankh wankh se lad gayi
Haan lad gayi
Botal sotal Kholi bina
Daru Saru bin pete hi chad gayi
Haan chad gayi
O o O
Dekho dekho sab ghum raha hai
Dekho dekho jag jhoom raha hai
Yahan wahan dil dhundh raha hai
Ab khusyion ki list
Everybody in spot tonite
And we Twist
we twist
we twist
we twist
And we Twist
we twist
we twist
we twist
And we Twist
we twist
we twist
we twist
And we Twist
we twist
we twist
we twist
Let's start some Ronauk Shounak
Let's have some party now
Let's have some Raala Rappaa
Rang de chak a
No matter Let them say
Let's have some dhol dhamaka
Let's call the dholi now
Let's have some matti tappa
Chalo chalo ji lak lak gao lo
Chalo chalo ji Mauj bana lo
Chalo chalo ji Nach lo Gao lo
Pakad kisi ki Wrist
And we Twist
we twist
we twist
we twist
And we Twist
we twist
we twist
we twist
And we Twist
we twist
we twist
we twist
And we Twist
we twist
we twist
we twist | en |
1Xe5tjTzh72FtJiFG7Z09C | George Frideric Handel | Messiah, HWV 56, Pt. 3: No. 45, Aria. I Know That My Redeemer Liveth (Soprano) | I know that my redeemer liveth
And that he shall stand
At the latter-day upon the earth
I know that my redeemer liveth
And that he shall stand
At the latter-day upon the earth
Upon the earth
I know that my redeemer liveth
And that he shall stand
At the latter-day upon the earth
Upon the earth
And though worms destroy this body
Yet in my flesh, shall I see God
Yet in my flesh, shall I see God
I know that my redeemer liveth
And though worms destroy this body
Yet in my flesh, shall I see God
Yet in my flesh, shall I see God
Shall I see God
I know that my redeemer liveth
For now is Christ risen from the dead
The first fruits of them that sleep
Of them that sleep
The first fruits of them that sleep
For now is Christ risen
For now is Christ risen from the dead
The first fruits of them that sleep | en |
6YCkARFQggwUEmqTUyfIgx | Capleton | Tour | Yeh!
I say starighten yuh crooked ways
Blessed is the man that walketh not in the counsel of the ungodly
Selassie I liveth everytime (me sing!)
After me lef from Jamaica go a foreign pon tour
Preaching teaching the people fi sure
Answer to Jah when him a knock pon your door
If yuh ignore yuh goin perish fi sure
Come back in Jamaica, everything insecure
Rich a get rich and the poor a get poor
Come back come hear say Panhead skull bore
Come back an hear say Dirtsman skull bore
Hear say John Pope Paul all a come yah pon tour
DJ dung yah a brandish mi what more
Boogerman ah plan all fi guh march and tour
Tour Kingston and all go tour Portmore
But me know de whole a dem would a-must dead fi sure
And de DJ dem nah teach people no more
A pure clashing and fighting dem no unite no more
Alla tell de girls girl dem fi bruck out like a sore
It seems like the people dem no love God no more
If Slackness a the sickness then Culture a the cure
Ice all mi block and all a whole city!
Chorus
After mi come back a Jamaica nuff things gone wrong
Cyaan know di uhman dem differnet from di man
Whole a dem a dressing in di same pollution
Dawn an John a join competition
Man a take them money an a go Obeah man
Man a grudge full and dem no stop envy man
But dem laborite, and dem labor wrong
Man a walk pon road and lick down innocent man
Lik down the little pickiney inna de prom
Dis is one thing me got fi overstand
Most of the youth dem stop dis Rastaman
De get fi know say Rasta a di right tradition
And respect Selassie as the almighty one
If Slackness a the fault, Culture a the solution
Chorus
Hold up! Wait a minute!
Come back a Jamaica things naw run right
Man alla fuss and dem no stop from fight
Some long icepick and some ole rusty knife
Man a walk a road a take innocent life
But dem labor wrong and dem labor right
Man a walk a road around and take out innocent life
Say Selassie I and alla dem start to fight
Say Emanuel and nuff a dem alla fight
Say Marcus Garvey and nuff a dem a fight
Woman alla shine and man no stop fight
If Slackness a the darkness, then Culture a the light
Ice all mi block an all a whole city (How me say!)
Chorus
This is most of the thing me tell the people on the tour
Answer to Jah when him a knock pon the door
Make sure your hands clean and make sure ya heart pure
Selassie call you, your safe an secure
Things yuh used to do yuh naw guh do them no more
Place yuh use to go yuh naw guh go there no more
Food yuh used to eat yuh naw guh eat dem no more
Things yuh used to say yuh naw go say dem no more
Leading dem a gwan like dem a bruck out like soldiers (say)
See dem a go ((fi dandis?)) upon the seashore
Chorus
Hold up! Wait a minute!
Come back in Jamaica, everything insecure
Rich a getting rich and the poor a get poor
Come back an hear say Panhead skull bore
Come back an hear say Dirtsman skull bore
Hear say John Pope Paul all a come yah pon tour
DJ dung yah a brandish mi what more
Bugggerman ah plan all fi guh march and tour
Tour Kingston and all go tour Port Moore
But mi know di whole a dem woulda must dead fi sure
And the DJ them naw teach people no more
Clashing and fightin dem nuh unite no more
All a tell the girl dem fi bruck out like a sore
It seem like the people them no love God no more
If Slackness a the sickness then Culture a the cure
Ice all a block an all a whole city
Chorus
After me come back in Jamaica nuff things gone wrong
Caan know di woman dem different from the man
All a dem a dress inna the same pollution
Down on general competition
Man a take them money an a guh obeah man
Man a grudge full and dem no stop envy man
But dem laborite, and dem labor wrong | en |
1npqP0Epwvvc1jzudkkmVB | Nikolaus Harnoncourt | Mozart: Requiem in D Minor, K. 626: VIII. Lacrimosa | Lacrimosa dies illa,
qua resurget ex favilla
judicandus homo reus,
lacrimosa dies illa,
qua resurget ex favilla
judicandus homo reus.
Huic ergo parce Deus.
Pie Jesu, Jesu Domine
dona eis requiem,
dona eis,
dona eis requiem.
Amen. | la |
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