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Escuchar MARITO RIVERA; cumbia bandolera.. festival salvadorenisimo


Letras

Sly (The Cat Empire)

If frisy hair was a metaphor
for festival time
then this woman is a goddess
of that festival shrine, met her
- at a jam
in that garden of sorts
I must confess god bless
some impure thoughts
“show us the money”
was the call of the night
but no money could have bought
even a piece of her pride, there might
have been a sea of people
I don’t know, because
all I could see
was how this woman she glowed so

-Aeh it’s a pleasure to meet you
ya look like one incredible creature
wanna treat you fine
lets dance and grind
get so funk-inflicted it’s a crime
you’re divine you’re sublime
and well you blow my mind

She caterpillar so good
that all the greeks go “killa”
break and enter take ya like a glass of milk
then “spill ya”
saw her coming what a scene
what I mean is
she got that ** coffee beam
but she tastes like vanilla
well alright she ignite
when we hit the floor
like the vroom on a V8 super commodore
now if it makes a good story
well it’s just worthwhile
with her’s like dealing stories
in that sprinkla style and so

-Aeh it’s a pleasure to meet you
ya look like one incredible creature
wanna treat you fine
lets dance and grind
get so funk-inflicted it’s a crime
you’re divine you’re sublime
and well you blow my mind

A Che Ora È La Fine Del Mondo (Ligabue)

Che or'è, scusa ma che or'è
Che non lo posso perdere l'ultimo spettacolo
Fine del Mondo in Mondovisione, diretta da San Pietro per l'occasione
La borsa sale, i maroni no, Ferri batte il record di autogol
Le liste del Giudizio Universale saranno trasmesse dai telegiornali
A reti unificate e poi sulla pagina 666
Prima però su Canale 9 ci sarà il terzo Festival del dolore
Con la finale dei casi umani meno meno umani che mai
I puttanieri ci diano dentro, che là di là niente ciccia, niente
Niente ma tu giri più leggero, bruciando le tue scorte di preservativi
Fiorin fiorello, l'amore è bello se ci sei tu
A che ora è la fine del Mondo?
A che ora è la fine del Mondo?
A che ora è la fine del Mondo, che rete è?
Destra, sinistra, su, giù, centro, fine del Mondo con palle in giramento
Che chi è fuori è fuori e chi è dentro è dentro, e fuori TV non sei niente
Ultimo appello per i merdaioli, finitevi la merce che di là non funziona
Altro girone, altro regalo, niente caramelle per i leccaculo
OK, il girone è giusto, OK!
A che ora è la fine del Mondo?
A che ora è la fine del Mondo?
A che ora è la fine del Mondo, che rete è? Che ora è? Che rete è? Che ora è?
A che ora è la fine del Mondo?
A che ora è la fine del Mondo?
A che ora è la fine del Mondo, che rete è?
Forse là di là mancherà qualcosa: casa, chiesa, tele e cosa?
Serial killers, serial politici, morti in diretta, i migliori casi clinici
Cazzi vostri in onda, OK!
A che ora è la fine del Mondo?
A che ora è la fine del Mondo?
A che ora è la fine del Mondo, che rete è?

Vincent The Christmas Virus (The Arrogant Worms)

This year at Christmas, everybody's feeling funny
No one's making joyful sounds
Cranberry sauce ain't staying down
The lineups at the bathroom are longer than at the mall
Everybody's meeting Vincent
The Christmas Virus

Vincent the Christmas Virus
He's the one that'll keep you up all night
He's the festive parasite
Vincent the Christmas Virus
He's the gift that keeps on giving all night long

Vincent the Christmas Virus ain't killed by penicillin
Doesn't notice Aspirin
Don't matter if you're fit and trim
But Vincent's not immune to the effects of alcohol
So get real drunk on Christmas Day
Let's all toast to Vincent (Yay!)

*Fiddle solo*

*Guitar solo*

Vincent the Christmas Virus
*More fiddle solo*
Vincent the Christmas Virus
*More guitar solo*
Vincent the Christmas Virus
*More fiddle solo*
Vincent the Christmas Virus
*Fiddle and guitar solos*

Partial Birth (Tilt)

Shaken baby ** on the festive decoration
Turning patrotic colors to a purple stain
Dribbling down his belly
He's the hope of generations
The measure of the damage
We have yet to acertain

Mammoth head of paraffin
Of malleable nature
Pounded with the platitudes
Admissable for use
Pitiful and blundering
A mortifying creature
His neck to too weak to support
The partial birth of truth

Misbegotten inconsolable
The fitting end result
Of his breed
Misbegotten inconsolable
A product of stupidity
And greed

Watch his as his dim eye
Roll back into his head
See him struggling in
His own filth to stand
Irretrievable and overfed
He reaches out
With his desperate little hands

Tu Recuerdo Y Yo (Lupillo Rivera)

Estoy en el rincon de una cantina
Oiendo la cancion que yo pedi
me estan sirbiendo haorita mi tequila
Ya va mi piensamento rumbo a ti.
Yo se que tu recuerdo es mi desgracia
y vengo aqui nomas a recordar
que amargos son las cosas que nos pasan
cuando ay una mujer que paga mal

Hook:
Que no sabe en esta vida
la tracion tan conocida
que nos deja un mal amor.

Que nos lleva a la cantina
exiguendo su tequila
y pidiendo su cancion.

Trip:
Me estan sirbiendo ya la del el escribo
haorita ya no se si tenga fe
haorita solamente yo les pido que toquen otra ves la que se fue.

Hook.

Trip.

Haorita solamente yo les pido que toquen otra ves la que se fue
que toquen otra ves la que se fue.

El Rey (Lupillo Rivera)

Yo se bien que estoy afuera
Pero el dia que yo me muera
Se que tendras que llorar.
(Llorar y llorar, llorar y llorar)
Diras que no me quicistes
Pero vas a estar muy triste
Y asi te me vas a quedar.

Hook:
Con dinero y sin dinero.
Yo hago siempre lo que quiero.
Y mi palabra es la ley.
No tengo trono ni reyna.
Ni naiden que me comprenda.
Pero sigo siendo el rey.

Una morra en el camino
Me enseno que mi destino.
Era pistear y pistear.
(Pistear y pistear, pistear y pistear)
Tambien me dijo un arriero
Que no hay que llegar primero
Pero hay que saber llegar.

Esta Tristeza Mia (Lupillo Rivera)

Esta tristeza mia
Este dolor tan grande,
Los llevo muy profundos
Pues me han dejado
Solo en el mundo.

Ya ni llorar es bueno
Cuando no hay esperanza,
Ya ni el vino me intiga
Las penas amargas
Que a mi me matan.

Yo no se que sera de mi suerte
Que de mi no se acuerda ni Dios,
Hay pobres de mis ojos
Como han llorado por su traicion.

"hay amorcito y no se aguite compa Lupe,
que los hombres de adeveras
si le lloramos a las mujeres"
"alla nos vemos en Fresnillo chiquita"

Yo no se que sera de mi suerte
Que de mi no se acuerda ni Dios,
Hay pobres de mis ojos
Como han llorado por su traicion.

Fissa (Yes-R)

(Feat. Derenzo)

Dit is party...party time 2x

Okee,ik kom binnen en bestel een drankje voor mij geen bier doe maar eeen ju órange ruik ik hier soms een negatieve stankje want ik kijk om me heen maar zie niemand danse lach nou is een beetje met je zure hoofd zet je radio wat harder maak je buren boos of nodig ze dan uit mischien komen ze je joinen je buurman van 80 zwaar aan de jointjes voor dat je het weet huppelt ie met ze reet als vrolijk kind rond door de discotheek de dames zullen schrikken maar wees niet gefreest want dit is pas het begin van een grote feest

ref
is het een dooie boel wij maken er een fissa van ben je boos of cool wij maken er een fissa van heb je een hopeloos gevoel wij maken er een fissan van grijp je kans doe je dans wij maken er een fissa van

weer een festival in de oosterpark
of bij jou in de buurt op de grote markt als de zon niet schijnt en de regen valt rocken wij als nog een show die niet tegenvalt zijn er saaie peeps zeg me dan waar ze staan met die zware beats vallen wij ze aan doe ze dan nog niets geen probleem ze mogen toekijken hoe ik overneem en notebene met de hele menigte partypeeps weet te verenige gaat het om me flow dan ben ik de lenige gaat het om een show dan zeg ik die stelen we (yep)

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zeg me lieve schat is je mama thuis?
zo niet kom ik langs op je pyama fuif
zowel geen probleem dan gaan we samen uit in me ecko of me dolcegabana trui dress to kil ben een relaxe kil die het beste wil dus geen stress en chil oooh ik neem me rust en ..
daarna kom ik terug en vraag ik je 06
of ik je nog bel dat hangt er van af
als je gezellig bent en wakker wordt met een lach zo begroet je de dag als een gelukkige chicka op ze tijd serieus maar altijd in voor een fissa!

Andrea (Los Pibes Chorros)

Ay Andrea vos si que sos ligera
hay Andrea que puta que sos
Ay Andrea
te gusta la pija
ay andrea que puta que sos
si pinta una cumbia revoleas tu cadera
si pintan los tragos vos perdes el control
si pintan los pibes
revoleas la cartera
si pinta la guita
nunca decis que no
Y te mueves asi, asi asi con las piernas abiertas
y te mueves asi, asi asi
con la colita para atras
y te mueves asi, asi asi
con las manos para arriba
y te mueves asi asi asi con la colita para atras

Here I Come (Tech N9ne)

[1st Verse]

I've been around the world
And I Yi Yi
Don't know why people
What?
Why people go to the strip club
To spend their dough
Just to see butt
To see these ladies strip
And take off all their clothes
I do not know why
They choose such a spot
I just don't know why
We get hot
It's probably cause
They make it hop and twurk the pole
And their headlights are sitting bold
Makes it look like its getting' cold
Can I hold you tight
Hop on my lap
And do that dance
I come to spend ones and huns
On lovely skin
Booty weighs a ton
Let the game begin
Cause here I come
Teccanina swope down like space invaders boy
Pull out the piece like on you haters boy
Forget about the haters
I don't wanna talk about 'em
On this right now
I wanna talk about
That butt them breasts
Yes yes wanna test
Now sanity stops
When the fannie g. drops
Fantasy locked
On makin' the canopy rock
Panties be hot
When we walk in
All vanity pops
In every glam if she's stocked
Make her make it
Frantically hop
We're all at the tittie bar
VIP and all of the kitties
Are sittin' with me
They're all knowin'
Who we are
TECHN9NE, baby
How you doin'
What you drinkin'
Caribou
Is what I'm thinkin'
Kansas City, baby
Hey, yo, yo, yo, yo,
We got relish
Don't be jealous
That's a hey no, no,no
Me and my fellas
Travelin' lookin' for them
Who does what
Make it hop
In Houston, Texas
ATL, California
Whazzup

[Chorus]

Bianks with breasts and big butts
Here I come baby
Enough to make the big bucks
Here I come baby
151 and Malibu rum and pineapple juice in
My cup
Here I come baby
Fellas in the front
Let me hear you grunt
Fellas in the back
Watch that booty clap
Ladies in the middle
Let me hear you sizzle
Yell
TECHN9NE is hard as hell

[2nd Verse]

Catch me on the couch
With two stouts
Mouth to mouth
Bounce to the techno festival
See lots of lezbo
Lets go ghetto
Or heavy metal
We slam dancing
Blair witch raves
In the woods
Up in Cameron
Rollin'
Diggin' the private schoolers
St. Theresa's bishop Hogan
Those are the kind
That do ya
Get that sarabell explosion
All of my homies kick it pockets
Ain't no punk
Trav, Dyno, Grant, Kut
Seven, John, George, monk
All at the tittie bar
Drinkin' and laughin'
My homie B'zle
Started this at Bazooka's
Booties clappin'
Black, Asian, White, Hatian, Mexican
And Italian
Doin' tricks with beer bottles
**y mixed mullato
I'm comin' to get ya
Drinkin' liquor
Off in Sweden, Germany, London
Back to the STL
Off in Memphis
Raisin' hell
With a stack of hundreds
Kick her that
In Miami
In the Benz
Aristocrat
Where the strippers at

[Chorus]

Bianks with breasts and big butts
Here I come baby
Enough to make the big bucks
Here I come baby
151 and Malibu Rum and pineapple juice
In my cup
Here I come baby
Fellas in the front
Let me hear you grunt
Fellas in the back
Watch the bootie clap
Ladies in the middle
Let me hear you sizzle
Yell
TECHN9NE is hard as hell

[3rd Verse]

What ya'll doin' after this scat
With this back activist mack
Blasphemous acts
Hit em with a stack
That will distract a bitch
All I wanna do
Is hit the back of this black abyss
In the cat in the hat for risk
If you really wanna master this
Know it's a whole lotta cash to get
Me and my homeboys
Will get with
Your homegirls
And get in our own world
We gotta be ready
To get up and go
To the bedroom
Or up in the bathroom
Givin' me and my homeboys a show
Baby get low
To a TECHN9NE tempo
Do you know
What you're in for
Rough **
Much sweat
Enough flesh
What's next
Make her say
Oh la la la la
Give it to me TECHN9NE
You're the best time
That I ever had
Give it to me papa
Hit the na na na
And oh oh oh oh yeah
I love it when you do me
Like this teccanina
And I like it
When you make it do that
In Kansas City
We scan the tittes
And brand sadities
Were handsome hippies
Who land some quickies
We comin to kick it
Where you from
Pirates come screamin'
Yo ho ho
151 rum

[Chorus]

Bianks with breasts and big butts
Here I come baby
Enough to make the big bucks
Here I come baby
151 and Malibu rum and pineapple juice
In my cup
Here I come baby
Fellas in the front
Let me hear you grunt
Fellas in the back
Watch that bootie clap
Ladies in the middle
Let me hear you sizzle
Yell
TECHN9NE is hard as hell


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MARITO RIVERA ; cumbia bandolera en el festival salvadorenisimo.




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