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Letras

Lost Fun Zone (PJ Harvey)


I believe I am here to stay
I believe his son was sent to save
The fun zone is here
Ride free so

Take me one more time
Take me one more time
Take me one more time

I don't believe that I gotta die someday
Please take me one more time
Take me one more time
Take me one more time


*************************************
Note:
This completed this album. The rest are only instrumentals.

IT'LL ALL WORK OUT (Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers)

She wore faded jeans and soft black leather
She had eyes so blue they looked like weather
When she needed me I wasn't around
That's the way it goe s, it'll all work out

There were times apart, there were times together
I was pledged to her for worse or better
When it mattered most I let her down
That's the way it goes, it'll all work out

It'll all work out eventually
Better off with him than here with me

It'll all work out eventually
Maybe better with him than here with me

Now the wind is high and the rain is heavy
And the water's rising in the levee
Still I think of her when the sun go es down
It never goes away, but it all works out

Back Up (Nonpoint)

Wise up because I'm fed up you better back up.
Wise up because I'm fed up you better back up.
Wise up because I'm fed up you better back up.

You got a bad attitude
comin' up from inside
you better watch your mouth
you got plenty to hide
you come across so heavy you're a buck-o-five
better rest your fist and try to use your mind
I'm not punkin' out
I'm just movin' up
say your comments loud
but try to back 'em up

keep your**far away and stay with yourself
alonein a cage aggravate someone else.

Wise up because I'm fed up you better back up.
Wise up because I'm fed up you better back up.
Wise up because I'm fed up you better back up.
Wise up because I'm fed up you better back up.

You in your baggy jeans
with your baggy lip
you 'bout to loseall your shit
with the butt of my fist
you better use your mind fast
and bring your pressure down quick
'cause you feather weight **in' in this heavyweight clique'
you know karate got a shiny gun in your hand
got a razor blade hat with a knife in the brim
I ask you all the questions
don't look at him your own stupid answers got you what you are in...

Wise up because I'm fed up you better back up.
Wise up because I'm fed up you better back up.

no time spending on your thinking
becuase somethings really strange
dont care about the drinking
makes the voices go away
cause they hear what i am thinking
let your ego get away

then you'll frind that you are missing
what can teach you every day

no time spending on your thinking
let frustrations get away
im not holding it inside me
i'll just let it bay
what it wants to
when it wants to
spntaniously
*how it covered with me*

Wise up because I'm fed up you better back up.
Wise up because I'm fed up you better back up.
Wise up because I'm fed up you better back up.
Wise up because I'm fed up you better back up.
you better back up.
you better back up.
you better back up.

Wise up because I'm fed up you better back up.
Wise up because I'm fed up you better

Get Down (Amil Featuring Beyonce')

[Amil]
Oh shhhh
Yo Jon-John this track is crazy

[Jon-John]
You know how i do
Browntown, Roc-A-Fella

[Amil]
Where my ballers at? Where my thugs at?
Where my fellows at?
Where my coins at? Where my bitches at?
Where my ladies at?
Where my ballers at? Where my thugs at?
Where my fellows at?
Where my coins at? Where my bitches at?
Where my ladies at?

Let me know what tha deal, keep it real
If you wanna build
Ain't nothing wrong with a roughneck
Rockin' dirty Timbs, baggy jeans, and a nice chest
What you do on the low?
You Bling-bling
You's a thug for sure, I want ice cold ice, hit me off
Wanna break me off, you gotta break me off
Break me off

Chorus:
However you wanna get down
I can get down, baby, like you get down
You know I don't play around
If you got diamonds, maybe we can get down
However you wanna get down
I can get down, baby, like you get down
You know I don't play around
If you got diamonds, maybe we can get down, get down

Can I live? Let me live, you want me
Then you gotta give
I'm a bad girl, such a bad girl
Not a **, but a rock girl
Drive a drop girl
Hair is done, body's right
You wanna touch cause I'm just that tight
We can roll, we can stroll but I gotta let you know
I ain't giving out without doe

Chorus:

So if you wanna get with me
Then diamonds is what I need
You are what I need
And if you want to make me happy
Then give me some of your cream
Give it to me baby, give it to me, give it to me

[Amil]
Rap:
Uh huh, yeah
Amilliyon, Major Coins
Uh
It be the brokest niggas always talking shit
I don't even notice niggas who can't offer shit
What that look like, a broke nigga flossin this
Major Coin, meaning high costing bitch
Only a baller in fact can keep me in the minks
To the small of my back, I'm just keeping it real
Letting y'all know from the gate, no papes, no scrapes
You ain't hungry for it, no plates
Mother **er you'll get clowned first
Treat you like a corner scrub slinging an ounce of dirt
Think about it, what sound worse?
Telling my Coins you broke, or you drowned the purse?
See only official bitches wifey of a rich nigga
A smart bitch, ** with no trick niggas
Them grimy bitches ** with stick niggas
And a dumb bitch just ** you for your dick nigga

Chorus:

What Are Silly Girls Made Of (The Genius/GZA)




Chorus:

What are silly girls made of made of
What are silly girls made of
A neck full of gold, material things huh
That's what silly girls are made of

Verse One:

On a scale of one to ten I seen a girl about a nine
A slave of mental death of only she was divine
Walking down my ex-block, the block Munroe
I said, peace to her, the girl said hello
Well hell is low and the lowest you can go
Is thirty-two degrees, below zero
So I started to rain on this young girl's brain
Causin her a great mass of physical pain
She said, "Tit for tat, step off my bra strap.
No diamonds, no gold, you cannot get a rap."
Then I said, "So what?", as I grabbed her butt
She smiled for a while but her mouth kept shut
The girl is eighteen, just birthed a child
You're young in the brain and your thoughts are wild
You're on welfare, yo but you don't care
You say, "FTF is always there."
Yes FTF meaning face-to-face
The main headquarters of your local place
Where you collect your bi-weekly pay
To support the foolish habits you abuse everyday

Chorus:

What are silly girls made of made of
What are silly girls made of
"Yeah that's right, I'm juicin em, I'm juicin em dry!"
Is that what silly girls are made of?

Verse Two:

There has never been a dame in my entire life
My girlie, my ex, my next or my wife
There has never been one who tried to disrespect
Especially a member of the opposite **
Yo bust it, there's somethin that I gotta let out
But I don't want to be known as Ralph the Blabbermouth
Silly girls, they think guys are soft
But all they wanna do, is knock their boots off
And just from obtaining the common sense
You can tell that the girlies seem rather quite dense
Other than dense they play slightly bold
But from the statements I made they could not uphold theyself
They break down, and they start to cry and said
"Oh! I don't believe this guy!"

Chorus:

Now what are silly girls made of made of
What are silly girls made of
"It's all about the finances" "Forget the romance"
Is that what silly girls are made of?

What are silly girls made of made of
What are silly girls made of
"Guys with cash" "can rock my big a--"
Is that what silly girls are made of?

Verse Three:

Silly girls on a strip, struttin back and forth
Watchin cars, thinkin of G'n off
Lookin for gentlemen, who they might swing
And attitudes, like you can get anything
You wear tight bodysuits under long coats
But ain't satisfied until a pervert slice your throat
You're young you're dumb and you used to be innocent
when young, now take a look at what you've become
A bloodsucker, trying to get all you can
Out the pocket of thenext girl's man
Just to clothe yourself in gold and jewelry
You wear tight jeans with attempts to lure me
Into your web, cause you're livin like a spider
And playin it off, like everything's Oreida
You come out late at night and roam the streets
like thiefs, stalkin a piece of flesh meat
Is that what you do for a living get paid?
C'mon, there's plenty of ways to get paid
But instead of living the life that's clean and sturdy
You'd rather go out and get your knees dirty

Chorus:

What are silly girls made of made of
What are silly girls made of
"He better buy me some gold bamboozles" "And some Fendi too"
Is that what silly girls are made of?

What are silly girls made of made of
What are silly girls made of

First of all, don't leave home without it
Without what?
The gold card
I'm tryin to tell you now
I don't lay on my back for free
You know as they say
If you wanna Taney
Ya gots ta pay

Yo what's up gorgeous, what's your name?
Baby let's talk about your assets first
Alright baby, well let's go for a ride in my new car
What kind of car you drivin baby?
I got a new Yugo
A Yugo? C'mere
You go, get in your Yugo
and get on out of here!
Girlfriend, tell him about hisself
I don't believe him, he got champagne thoughts and Bud Light money
Bud Light money? A Yugo? A thirty-five hundred dollar car?
And you steppin to this? I take only Benz's and better love
Forget about the love it's all about the money
So let's go put on our silk suits and step to the club tonight
That's where it's at
Yeah, money

Better Now (Big Mike)




featuring Devin the Dude, MC Breed

{Big Mike:}
It's been a 8 year spread and 4 baby mamas
Still ain't found no wife, all I found was drama
Past dwellin, was it that or was it just us?
Love, was it that or was it just lust?
**ed once, made love about a thousand times
Bought a crib, and all you could say was that the bitch was mine
Selfish thoughts, knew you was lookin for a backdo'
Think I'm kickin bullshit? I'm kickin fact, hoe
Fell for a pretty face, thick hips and bitty waist
Spent my time with you and all it gave me was a shitty taste
Played a game of chase from my town to yo hood
Runnin back and forward thinkin it was all good
I shoulda left you there, pretty face and sandy hair
Gave you the world and couldn't recognize a man that cared
Dick sucks with intentions just to get me sprung
Was it a game when you laid there swallowed my cum?
I was something dumb thinkin you were there for me
Played the game with both of my hands and never cared for me
But everybody plays the fool once or twice
All it did was make me stronger, bitch, ain't nothin nice

[Chorus]
It's better that I find out now, rather than later
It's better that I make a clean break with all my paper
It's better that I find another chick to take your place
It's best that you get your bitch-ass up out my face

{MC Breed:}
Met her when she was 19, brand-new
And she only went out in tight jeans, and could dance too
Burgers and fries, bout 30 lives, told to her
Game, sold to her, plus everybody knew her
What the business? Except I got kids for a witness
And you let her make a come-up like survival of the fittest
You a sucker for a pretty face, smile and a pussy
You a clown runnin round actin wild like a rookie
I know you know she got somebody else on the side
Came through with you while she was rollin in his ride
You know the rules, your bitch chose him, now keep your cool
A sucker for pleasure is just a full-grown fool
Now tell the truth, she's somethin you see walk around - woof
Had you done swooped and went and bought her**a coupe
Just a nigga with a brown nose, the town knows
Still come around swear he clown those
It's better that you find out

[Chorus]

{Devin:}
I wish I woulda known you was a crazy bitch
Before goin over to your house and layin some dick
I thought it wasn't nothin but a mutual nut
We **, I get mine, you get yours, we get up
But before I can get to my crib you hit my hip
Still ready to ** with the smell of dick on your lips
I started thinkin with my dickhead, man, that big red
Pushy-ass pussy, it's big and it's bushy
Couldn't help but to backdo' that**again and again
Nut after nut, shit was cool, but then, you look, friends
Started dippin, trippin and callin my house
With my gal sittin by me lookin all in my mouth
I say: "Hey!", and cough, but she know I'm tryina play it off
"What's up, nigga? - Bitch, when I see ya I'ma kill ya!"
It's better that I find another freak to take your place
One who won't have me dealin with a domestic case

[Chorus]

Jeane (The Smiths)

Jeane,
the low life has lost its appeal
and Im tired of walking these streets
to a room with its cupboards bare
Jeane,
I'm not sure what happiness means
but I look in your eyes and I know...
that it isn't there

We tried and we failed
We tried and we failed
We tried and we failed
We tried and we failed
We tried...
Oh Jeane...

There's ice on the sink where we bathe
So how can you call this a home
when you know its a grave
Yet you still have that greedy grace...
as you tidy the place
but it will never be clean...
Jeane

We tried and we failed
we tried and we failed
we tried and we failed
we tried and we failed
we tried...

Gash on the nail
its just a fairytale...
and I don't believe in magic anymore, Jeane...

but I think you know,
I really think you know
Oh yes I think you know the truth, Jeane

No heavenly choirs not for me
and no not for you
because I think you know
I really think you know
I think you know the truth
Oh Jeane

we tried and we failed
we tried and we failed
we tried and we failed
we tried and we failed
we tried....

TV Star (Butthole Surfers)

I'm in love with a TV star
She drove me home in her Lexus car
Like her dog but I don't watch her show
Spend my time with the radio
Seen her dancin on the Sunset Strip
Bell-bottom jeans and her curvy hips
Seen her sittin there with her boyfriend
Good lookin' fellow but he's lookin' kinda thin
Christina, A La La La La, Christina, A La La La La,
Christina, A La La La La, Christina, A La La La La,
I love you sooooo
Remember that day we played pool
I saw your bedroom and we ate B-BQ
Barbie came from her trip down town
Fifty up and Forty down
Love ya more than the sun and the sky
Gotta kiss and hug ya before I die
Something else that you oughta know too,
did something weird
Christina, A La La La La, Christina, A La La La La,
Christina, A La La La La, Christina, A La La La La,
I love you so
I'm in love with a TV star
She drove me home in her Lexus car
Like her dog but I don't watch her show
Spend my time with the radio
Been watchin' TV as the years go by
Seen em' born and I seen them die
Something else that you oughta know too
I like a girl named Ellen more than you
Christina, A La La La La, Christina, A La La La La,
Christina, A La La La La, Christina, A La La La La,
I love you so

Taut (PJ Harvey)



Jesus save me
Jesus save me

Can I tell you something?
Can I tell you a story?
It's about me and Billy
'Cause I remember

I remember it all started when he bought that car
It was the first thing he'd ever owned apart from me
And the color was red
And the color was red and he drove me
He drove me out of my mind
I'm over it now
It was spring or summer sixty five I don't remember
Steaming and sweating and sticking against the wheel
And I could see the tendons stand out in the back of his neck
And he used to make me pray, wearing a mask like a death's head
When he put me there in the back seat, and he said

Jesus save me
Jesus save me

Inherited his father's hate that what he'd say
And he custom of destruct the pain of every escape but somehow
He could make joy come loose inside
I would feel really I would feel really and truly alive
And I would do anything for him
It just wasn't enough
It was never enough
He'd turn to me and say
He'd, he'd say "even the son of god had to die, my darling"
And he wanted everything
He wanted everything
He wanted the honey from the king
Each new moon
He used to make me pray
Every morning
Hidden in the backseat, such Jesus
He'd make me pray
And he'd in there when he wanted everything
He wanted the honey from the king
Say it
"Even the son of god had to die my darling"
Go on, say it!

Jesus save me
Jesus save me

Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Better (Annie Get Your Gun Cast (Johnny And Mishelle))

*Jonny and Mishelle continue to argue as music starts*

Jonny: Anything I can do, you think you could do better...I'll ALWAYS be
better, MUCH better than you!
Mishelle: No, you're not!
Jonny: Yes I am!
Mishelle: No, you're not!
Jonny: Yes I am!
Mishelle: No, you're not!
Jonny: Yes I am, YES I AM!!!

*Mishelle put her hands to her hips,glaring at Jonny*
Mishelle: Yeah? We'll see about THAT! *continues singing*

Mishelle: Any insult you can think of, I'll come up with one better! I
can always think of an insult much better than yours!
Jonny: It ain't so!
Mishelle: Yes, it's so!
Jonny: It ain't so!
Mishelle: Yes, it's so!
Jonny: It ain't so!
Mishelle: Yes, it's so! YES IT'S SO!!!

*rest of the team shakes their head sadly as this continues in higher
tones for
some time*

Travis: Oh this is great, they're yelling so much louder! Soon, my
ears'll be bleeding, I'll be hemorraging!
Hadji: Better not make a mess out here!
Claudette: *strains to hear clearly* What did you say? I do not
think I can HEAR!

*Jonny taps his foot and thinks awhile, then continues singing*

Jonny: Any trap you can escape from, I can escape quicker! You're such a
slowpoke, you'll NEVER catch up!
Mishelle: Dream on!
Jonny: It's the truth!
Mishelle: Dream on!
Jonny: It's the truth!
Mishelle: Dream on!
Jonny: It's the truth! IT'S THE TRUTH!!

Mishelle: Any guy you can beat up, I can beat up faster! You're too
clumsy, and you HIT LIKE A WUSS!
Jonny: Canine-face!
Mishelle: Wussy-boy!
Jonny: Canine-face!
Mishelle: Wussy-boy!
Jonny: Canine-face!
Mishelle: Wussy-boy! WUSSY BOY!!

*Travis sighs and flips through the lyrics as the two continue to fight*

Jonny: Any car you drive, I can drive better! I can drive anything
better than you!

*Hadji's eyes widen, Jessie tries not to laugh*

Mishelle: Birds will die!
Jonny: No they won't!
Mishelle: Squirrels will die!
Jonny: No they won't!
Mishelle: Other animals will die!
Jonny: No they won't! NO THEY WON'T!!!

Jessie: I don't believe this! They're at it for HOURS! Better forget
about sleeping anytime tonight!
Bryce: SOMEONE GIVE ME A SEDATIVE!!!
Travis: *covers his ears* I would, but it won't do much good!!

*Bryce glares at his brother*

Mishelle: If you do anything to your hair, it'll get worse! Heck,
BANDIT'S got better hair, MUCH better than yours!
Jonny: He does NOT!
Mishelle: He does TOO!
Jonny: He does NOT!
Mishelle: He does TOO!
Jonny: He does NOT!
Mishelle: He does TOO! HE DOES TOO!!!

Jonny: Anything you can throw, I can throw harder! That hairy
tarantula's a good prove of that!
Mishelle: You're a JERK!!
Jonny: You're a DOG!!
Mishelle: You're a JERK!!
Jonny: You're a DOG!!
Mishelle: You're a JERK!!
Jonny: You're a DOG!! YOU'RE A DOG!!!

*Mishelle gets angrier. Bandit comes inside the room*

Mishelle: Everytime I scream, you will scream LOUDER!! And then you'll
faint, ARE YOU SURE YOU'RE A GUY??!!
Jonny: TOMBOY!!
Mishelle: FEM-BOY!!
Jonny: TOMBOY!!
Mishelle: FEM-BOY!!
Jonny: TOMBOY!!
Mishelle: FEM-BOY!! FEM-BOY!!!

Caludette: Travis, better get out, I can see what is coming. Bandit will
be having someone here for dinner!!
*Bandit chomps on Travis' leg*
Travis: HELP! HE'S EATING THROUGH MY JEANS!!!
Bryce: *laughing, Travis glares at him* I can't help it!! He treats you
like MEAT!!

*Tai-Lee goes to Jonny and Mishelle, still fighting*

Tai-Lee: Please stop fighting, we need our rest! Do not forget we had a
really long flight!
Jonny: It's HER fault!
Mishelle: It's HIS fault!
Jonny: DOBERMAN!!
Mishelle: CLOROX-BOY!!
The rest of the JQ 2000 team: GO TO BED!! GO TO BED!!! GO TO BED!!!!


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