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Escuchar Traicionero By Sonora Margarita


Letras

Hed (Noreaga)




featuring Nature

See a lot of niggas talking bout war you understand what Im saying war
but now as a nigga grow he progreses and he has a lot more happier things
to talk about (more happy) jigga kick that shit

yo you can catch Norea
in L.A.
wit mo bitches and I tough titties some fly hoe's
wit a pound double o's
b 12's extroidinary pushing a man wit (errrr) exquisite
watch em lock pivot
move lemme get it
straight dig in it
penetrate till you get straight Bo Riddick
half of ya friends said they aint see him, and him
from A.M. (M)
to P.M. (M)
Ill be chillen wit a hoe in the next B.M.
yo I dodge fast
cant mess wit es crack-heads
back spreads
Purto Rican's wit dreads
yo ma masita
Im not virg just like the margarita
Guanamena, Guantanamena
Jose its like Juan, back at Bia-bone
born alone, die alone
never known to cry alone
I hold it down till Capone come home
I used to never drink, now Im known to drink plenty
Cristal, Henny, Mo get me on the Remmy
packers sent me dolo, but I order beef semi
Dont make me and my click just down many
Guinesses
(whut) stay high like the blimpses
nemesis, blow holes through the premisis


***Chorus***
Noreaga: Gettin hed in the whip, and not crashing it
Gettin hed in the whip, and not crashing it

Nature: yo doggystyle was my favorite position, until I switched shit
dead shit, got on some hed shit
doggystyle was my favorite position, until I switched shit
dead shit, got on some hed shit

Noreaga: gimme some hed
gimme some hed
gimme some hed
gimme some hed


A yo I cock a cannon
me and French canannon
travel to the top of the Grand Canyon
we dont **, still instead yo our click gettin hed
then we hit the next state
in the next bitch bed
its all fun to us
when we in the tour bus
pola-tickin about which bitches we **ed
same hoochie that same bitch tha happened in Queens
seeing lil bitches from the hood stripping in dreams
(whut) in it for once
now toked out and smoke blunts
then the pussie, still rock gold fronts
turned out, no doubt
all tha sons showed her the route
yo I did it all when I was **in wit the thugs
traditional, plus a nigga pops sold drugs
yo impeckable like the **in chinese rugs
still **ual, bone'en bitches right in the clubs
yo inadequate
deep just like devil's advocate
I bless that, CNN shirt plus a Guess hat
my whole click touched that bitch and carresed that


***Chorus***
Noreaga: Gettin hed in the whip, and not crashing it
Gettin hed in the whip, and not crashing it

Nature: yo doggystyle was my favorite position, until I switched shit
dead shit, got on some hed shit
doggystyle was my favorite position, until I switched shit
dead shit, got on some hed shit

Noreaga: gimme some hed
gimme some hed



a yo peep the verse
cause Iraq like Strange Universe
my chest glow, from the ice left in my gold
it was war when
we used buy weed from Norven
now we straight branch it out
Man shit out
Condow, three floors
bitch four doors
looken for yours
Victoria Secret in draws
yo I love hoes who long dick without asking
wakeing up in the morning, hed action
yo peep it
Nore wasn't always on some freak shit
fell in love once wit this shortie on some weak shit
name was Nova
Im on like the Iatola
carani
catch me wit the next mans ladie
drinking Don P. gettin bent crazy
Cristal is for the ones that only drink babies
yo I love hoes in them g-strings and bow legged so help me God
my dick get hard
see you noticed
most hoes stay focused
below the abdomen
her bell on my scale when im stabbing it
and I bless you wit
niggas take out yall small intestines, mad hoes get addicted
and get domestic
mad cause I dont ** em like I use to
bone they**like I used to
cause now Im used to, just gettin hed
didn't want nothing hit the bed
instead
you know my lah still laying spread


***Chorus*** (x2)
Noreaga: Gettin hed in the whip, and not crashing it
Gettin hed in the whip, and not crashing it

Nature: yo doggystyle was my favorite position, until I switched shit
dead shit, got on some hed shit
doggystyle was my favorite position, until I switched shit
dead shit, got on some hed shit

Noreaga: gimme some hed
gimme some hed
gimme some hed
gimme some hed


yo (whut, whut) its like type crazy, crazy growing up, doin the
same shit I did, doin a lil bid. Three and a half years, shit
felt like a skid nah sayin, you know? I just went and enjoyed
my mother** self, throw my guns in the air

Margarita (Traveling Wilburys)

Margarita, ah
Margarita, ah
Ooh

It was in Pittsburgh late one night
I lost my hat, got into a fight
I rolled and tumbled till I saw the light
Went to the big apple, took a bite

Still the sun went down your way
Down from the blue into the gray
Where I stood I saw you walk away
You danced away

I asked her what we're gonna do tonight
She said "Cahuenga Langa-Langa-Shoe Box Soup"
We better keep tryin' till we get it right
Tala mala sheela jaipur dhoop

She wrote a long letter on short piece of paper
Oh margarita don't stay away too long
Come on home
Oh margarita don't say you will when you won't
Margarita

Yes Yes Show (Parokya Ni Edgar)

*You better get ready for a big surprise
you think its almost over but it's only on the rise
mental message via visual contact
nutter than men with a **ual soundtrack

More margarita from my cute seniorita
triple the tequila just to hotten/heighten up the flavor
joggin down on my JNB
while checkin up the fatso my dicks anatomy
forget the brain, forget the personality
what i'm after is, your effects on my gravity like trinity
its like how with the keeps and / thats why
controlling the game with my heavy duty joystick
(repeat *)

Flip the tip and skip to the next trip
flashin some cashin some rock star bullshit
goin in for this club movin in for the killer
i'got us some room in a fancy hotel and
we got everything we need a big bag of money
a big a bag of weed and try to impress out this thoughts to undress
stop the press we need to get this
(repeat *)

I'd like to keep it going cause i gotta it goin' on
but it's Vinci's turn on the microphone so...

my name is Vinci and i am neat
i love pretty girls and i love to eat
i made this rap from my mind and i am very very kind
i like to drive fast in fancy cars and chicks dig me like chocolate bars
you say i'm bad but i am good so shut up now and eat some food
tsong ano bang problema mo ayusin mo naman
lagyan mo naman ng tono para kang nangangatwiran
ano bang inaatupag mo sa bago mong apartment
sampung taon kanang sikat wala ka bang ibang talent
tsong ano bang sinasabi mo mali ang sinasabi mo
magaling akong kumanta alam mo ba yung picha pie
kung sa ba**mahusay nga naman yung picha pie
gamit ang boses mong pamatay nilagyan mo ng kulay ang kanta
diba kahit ikaw ang gumawa
alam natin mas okay nung akoy kumanta
tsong naman please lang wag ka nang magyabang
at alam mo naman na pang backup ka lang
at ilan na ba ang talagang nagawa mong kanta
ilan... wala eh ano ngayon

Alam naman nating lahat na si Vinch naman talaga dapat
ang vocalist ng parokya band parokya ni edgar

teka lang one minute pwede bang pakiulit
maaaring may lamang ka sa paligo
subalit bakit mo naman nasabi na ikaw ang nararapat
eh ni isang kanta man lang wala kang naisulat

eh... bat ibang singers naman kahit di niya sinulat
ang kinakanta nilang kanta ay sobra kung sumikat
tulad ko, at ni kino, at ni benedict aquino
na wala na yatang mas sisikat pa kahit na sino

ewan ko, sandali! wag ka ngang makulit.
kung ayaw mong masipa sa mukha ng malupit.
baka makatikim ka ng 'sang swela-de-kamao na
si lisito el de gato sa gulpihang de con todo.

talaga? hindi nga? pagtawanan ba ako?
hindi porke't koreano ka magaling ka magtaekwondo
wag kang mag-aangas sa lalaking may balbas
kami yung mga tipo na hindi umaatras

sandali lang...
wag muna kayo mag laban
bago kayo magsuntukan, bat nyo muna pagusapan
ang di maunawaan
sigi na kiss na, peace na please
pambayad ko sa jeepney kulang pa ng diyes.
kung ayaw mong mangyari ang nangyari sa iba,
matuto tayo kung paanong magpakumbaba
wag nating kalimutan kung saan nagsimula

Alam naman nating lahat
na mahal namin ang isa't isa
walang iwanan sa parokya band
sa parokya ni edgar

ahh... ahh...
ah, di ko alam kung pano tatapusin yung kanta
kaya ganito bigla na lang mawawala...

Wu Gambinos (Raekwon The Chef)




Intro:

And in our line of work we need all the help we can get
Tony Wind is the name he works for a drug ring in Central America
Who wants to kill him?
No information say yes or no
One point five million
Alright you get what you want money's no object
They're all clean no **s untraceable
And there are explosive head bullets in the clip

[Raekwon Ghostface (Method)]

Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo-yo, here come the cop man
Yo Starks come here, come here Sun
Come here for a minute!
Aiyyo aiyyo hold up hold up
Shit we gotta go to the store for more baking soda
Yo yo yo get your **in, yo this made of glass nig!
Get your big Adidas off my moms table man!
Get the ** off it man.
Yo just chill man, pass the Cristal man.
Niggaz is greedy man, damn.
Big**shits.
Yo man you ain't smoking none of that weed in here man.
Chill man.

Bobby Steels
Somebody go to the store man
Sup kid?
Get that baking soda.
(Yo!) Let's cut the pie five ways
(Noodles) We came off with two mil kid
Fast (Rollie Fingers, no doubt coming through)
La cosa nostra
(Johnny Blaze!)
(Lou Diamonds!)
Represent kid.
(Tony Starks)
Universal frontier
(Original blood claat bad bwoys)

Chorus: Method Man

Who come to get you? None. They want guns!
I be the first to set off shit, last to run
Wu roll together as one
I call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one

Verse One: Method Man, a.k.a. Johnny Blaze

Check it
Scriptures hit the body like sawed off shotties
Like my hair notty and my nosepiece snotty
** a nigga hottie, that whole pussy probably
Burn like the deserts of Mogabi, for real
Ain't nuttin fraudulent here, we pioneer
Commandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu yeah
Thirty-six chambers of fear, huh, you lost it
Information leakin out your faucets, hmmmmm
Time to forfeit your crown and leave the ground
There's a new sheriff in town holdin it down
It's the two holster, shit shot smoker
Wanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster
Wild in the West, a student of my culture
And life is the test, hold up
Let a nigga catch his breath, we still payin dues
And the last one is death, back to the essence
With that shit you stressin, this rap profession
Now peep Tical, the son of the Shaolin
Isle plus my style, Criminology pays
The last times and days, Johnny **in Blaze

Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef, a.k.a. Lou Diamonds

This goes for niggaz who know
Wu will grow like llello, ley no
Plus coolin in Barbados
Ricaans be givin me much shit, the dutch shit
Stay cool papi, seize it with enough shit
Back at the lab a, crack's bagged up
Yo niggaz act up, what blow up the workers if they hafta
Senoritas, **in up a storm buyin guards margaritas
Suckin his dick, up in the whip long
Designed for rhyme prime nigga jail time jiggas
Them niggaz up in Height figures bitin niggaz
Silks Wally-Wear finger rolled chain yeah
Jakes beware black rap millionaires
Rock hairs leather goose bears blowin this year
One eight hundred gambino niggaz yeah

[Meth]
Wu roll together as one
I call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one

Verse Three: RZA, a.k.a. Bobby Steels

Solid gold crown is shinin
Solid gold, check it Sun yo
Solid gold crown be shinin and blindin like some diamonds
I be pioneerin the style in the cloud with silver linings
Double breasted, bullet proof vested, well protected
The heart the rib cage the chest and solar plexus
Castin stones, crackin two-hundred and six bones
And watch yo'**get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone
How dare you approach it with dim pones
The overfiend like noah bean green souls with a soldier mean
The grand exquisite imperial wizard oh is it
The Ryzarector come to pay your**a visit
Local bio-chemical, universal giant, the black general
Lickin shots to Davy Crockett on the bicentennial
Happen millenium two thousand microchips two shots of penicillin
goes up your adrenalin son it's time for boutin
It's a mileage resemblin niggaz who like followin
Trapped inside your projects like a genie inside the bottle

Verse Four: Master Killer

God steppin forth upon holy down of the track
It's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack
So I decided to bite down on the mic
So the pain of the track won't deny the fact
That I'm the Master, for what lurks, is an expert
That hurts the individual who tries to visual-ize under
Cuz I strike, like thunder
Niggaz couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable
My wisdom **s up your respiratorial
Systems are fractured by the killa tactics
Style is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged
Enter the entity, my vicinity
Is three hundred and sixty degrees of humidity
Represent the school of hard knocks and glocks my
Clan is hoss and got mad moss for blocks so
Feel the force of impact from the iron side of
The gat as I attack the track
From the blind side of the pack, Starks pass the chrome
Watch a nigga get blown out his mutha**in dome
piece, deceased, laid to rest

Chorus

Verse Five: Ghostface Killer, a.k.a. Tony Starks

Yo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, move give me room
Holdin up your saloon, clean sweep, like a broom
Full moons make me howl like a wolf outta breath
Sold only new vocal cords I heard Genius on Gef
So step back, to the lab at, high velocity
My teammate, enhance cells well like a pharmacy
** horado pablos plan growas bravo
Goodfellas we know, best sellas become novels
The man rockin head bands, silk scarves and jams
Early 80's british rock, playboys, mocks, and shams
The laser beam vocalist does well at symphonies
Bad days, watch me snatch ice right outta Tiffany's
Remember them kids that came off with 8 million
Robbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal pavillions
Them flower heads must have been stupid
Tell me how the ** black niggaz get caught wit all that loot kid
That's jet money, undaground money
Submarines and rings too bad you **ed up dummies

Cosa cosa, come on...

Hootnanny (Bubba Spar**)

[Justin:]
I could go number one ten times
Pretty girls that like my rhymes
You can say Bubba ain't gonna shine
Guess wha, wha, don't really give a hootnanny
I could go number one ten times
Pretty girls that like my rhymes
You can say Bubba ain't gonna shine
Guess wha, wha, don't really give a hootnanny

[Bubba:]
Now I done banged a heap of Betties in various modes of transport
'N told them as they exit be sure that they close the damn door
The quiet country types is usually those I'm scared for ??
Some scared at first, but usually those demand more
Really ain't conceited, I just call myself the cutterbug
A horny little parasite that all the women love to love
Tell you what it is today, I ain't concerned with what it was
Bubba fixin' to get it done, I put that on my brother ??
Hear them in the closet, in the kitchen, justa whisperin'
Bubba so psst psst knowing that I'm listening
I ain't gotta chain, boy my peck[?] is all that's glistenin'
Whachu steamin' on folk, y'all ain't even disciplined
I ain't leaving nothin', this the house me and my people built
Huggin' me and dappin' me, buddy I can see your guilt
It's cold when you're wrong and you lookin' like you need a quilt
Y'all matter less everytime this margarita tilt

[Chorus:]
I could go number one ten times
Pretty girls that like my rhymes
You can say Bubba ain't gonna shine
Guess wha, wha, don't really give a hootnanny
I could go number one ten times
Pretty girls that like my rhymes
You can say Bubba ain't gonna shine
Guess wha, wha, don't really give a hootnanny

A lot of y'all was thinkin' that Bubba would probably disappear
Get some show money from UGLY and buy a keg of beer
And another pig to give my other pigs some company
Rent a doublewide and just live it out in luxary
In due time, but there's business left to attend to
I need another farm to bequeath my next of kin to
And another ? before my great aunt Missy
Yea, I've been drinkin' but I ain't that pissy
Thinkin' back to when my daddy told me what it's all about
He said no matter what I do in life, some of y'all'll pout
I can deal with that long as all my folks is eatin' good
Let that channel pass over more than any Easter could
I'm on the roll again and I ain't talkin' ecstacy
Tell them folks at Interscope they fixin' to write some checks to me
Soon as me and Timmy finish up this latest pig schlop
Man I think you right, it ain't nothing but some hen??

I could go number one ten times
Pretty girls that like my rhymes
You can say Bubba ain't gonna shine
Guess wha, wha, don't really give a hootnanny
I could go number one ten times
Pretty girls that like my rhymes
You can say Bubba ain't gonna shine
Guess wha, wha, don't really give a hootnanny

I'm back off in the saddle with smile and that cajolery
Mama always knew how big a stallion I would grow to be
Way beyond these suckers both lyrically and vocally
I doubted for a moment, now it's clear to me I'm supposed to be
An uncanny whit plus a time that is impeccable
Make the sharpest cat feel his mind is just a vegetable
How does Bubba do it, you won't find it in a manual
Confused them all at first so this time is understandable
Staring at the ceiling fan, pondering my future now
Wondering what the hell to do with all this loot I found
Got my tractor polished up and I'm as drunk as Cooter Brown
Navigating yet another one of Timmy's supersounds

I could go number one ten times
Pretty girls that like my rhymes
You can say Bubba ain't gonna shine
Guess wha, wha, don't really give a hootnanny
I could go number one ten times
Pretty girls that like my rhymes
You can say Bubba ain't gonna shine
Guess wha, wha, don't really give a hootnanny...

Taco Grande (Weird Al Yankovic)

Taco... grande. Taco... grande

Yo quiero chimichangas y chile colorado
Yo tengo el dinero para un steak picado
Las flautas y tamales, siempre muy bueno
Y el chile relleno

You see, I just gotta have a tostada, carne asada
That's right, I want the whole enchilada
My only addiction has to do with a flour tortilla
I need a quesadilla

I love to stuff my face with tacos al carb¨®n
With my friends, or when I'm all alone
Yo tengo mucho hambre y ahora lo quiero
Un burrito ranchero

So give me something spicy and hot, now
Break out the menu, what you got, now?
Oh, would you tell the waiter I'd like to have sour cream on the side
You better make sure the beans are refried

Taco... grande. Taco... grande

Well, there's not a taco big enough for a man like me
That's why I order two or three
Let me give you a tip, just try a nacho chip
It's really good with bean dip

I eat uno, dos, tres, quarto burritos
Pretty soon I can't fit in my Speedos
Well, I hope they feed us lots of chicken fajitas
And a pitcher of margaritas

Well, the combination plates all come with beans and rice
The taquitos here are very nice
Now I'm down on my knees, we need some extra tomatoes and cheese
And could you make that separate checks, please?

Taco... grande. Taco... grande



"Buenos noches, senor. bienvenido a el burritos casa de salsa. tenemos muchos platos muy sabrosos si puedo recomendar el ardiente pollo al infierno muy delicioso. sus ojos se quemaran, su estomago estara en fuego, se quedaran en el baño por una semana, entiendes lo que digo gringo estupido tonto?"
Well, the food is coming, I can hardly wait
Now watch your fingers, careful hot plate!
What you think you're doing with my chile con queso?
Well, if you want some, just say so

Oh boy, pico de gallo
They sure don't make it like this in Ohio
No gracias, yo quiero jalepeños, nada m¨¢s
You can toss away the hot sauce

?Donde estan los nachos? Holy frijole!
You better get me a bowl of guacamole
Y Uusted, Eugene? Why's your face turning green?
Don't you like pinto beans?

You want some more cinnamon crispas?
If you don't, hasta la vista
Just take the rest home in a doggie bag if you wanna
You can finish it mañana

Well, it's been a pleasure, I can't eat no more
Señor, la cuenta, por favor
If you ain't tried real Mexican cooking, well, you oughta
Just don't drink the water

You Get the Picture (Aaron Lines)


Barry White, he woke me
Out of my sleep
"Love Unlimited" on infinite repeat
I live alone,
So why's the shower running?
My mind is groggy
My memory's foggy
The smell of incense
Lingers in the bedroom
I can't believe
It's already past noon
On my arm
There's a strange new tattoo
Shirt on the fan blade
Pants on the lampshade

You get the picture,
Clear as a bell
You get the picture,
Just hang it on your bedroom wall
You get the picture,
And put a frame around it
Empty bottle of tequila,
Jose Cuervo margaritas
Popcorn and a game of Twister
You get the picture
You get the picture

A book of matches
On my dresser from the Sky Bar
Doggie bag from Dos Amigos
That valet parker
Still has the keys to my car
Piece by piece,
It's coming back to me
I met my buddies after work
We shot some pool, a couple beers
Before I knew it, we were rocking
Met some girls, we started talking
It's not like me to get nervous,
But she was perfect

You get the picture,
Clear as a bell
You get the picture,
Just hang it on your bedroom wall
You get the picture,
And put a frame around it
A mariachi band was playing,
She was dancing close and swaying
Fireworks when I kissed her
You get the picture

Suddenly, the shower opens
In a cloud of steam
Standing there,
The woman of my dreams

You get the picture,
Clear as a bell
You get the picture,
Just hang it on your bedroom wall
You get the picture,
And put a frame around it
You get the picture
You get the picture,
Clear as a bell
You get the picture,
Just hang it on your bedroom wall
You get the picture

**************************
Note:
The Living Out Loud album is complete once you move You Can't Hide Beautiful into it. ;)

Que Bello (La Sonora Dinamita)

¿Por que me miras asi?
mientras me visto sin ti.
Recuerda bien este cuerpo que fue tuyo a placer
para amar y engañar.

Ya no te mojes los labios,
y me insinues tus ganas.
Eres tan bello y sensual que no se si me iré
ahora o mejor después.

Y yo que te deseo a morir,
que importa esta es la ultima vez,
el orgullo puede esperar
pero me arrepiento en el piso donde sea
y tómame.

Que bello cuando me amas asi,
y muerdes cada parte de mi,
que bellos son tus celos de hombre
que sientes cada vez que me voy.

Mientras me visto otra vez,
tu me preparas un té.
Y espero siempre escuchar esa mentira usual
que no me deja marchar.

Confiado te acercas a mi,
y bebo de tus manos el té.
Ay eres tan bello y sensual que no se si me iré
ahora o mejor después.

Y yo que te deseo a morir,
que importa esta es la ultima vez,
el orgullo puede esperar
pero me arrepiento en el piso donde sea
y tómame.

Que bello cuando me amas asi,
y muerdes cada parte de mi,
que bellos son tus celos de hombre
que sientes cada vez que me voy.

Spanish Is The Loving Tongue (Bob Dylan)

Broke her heart, lost my own
Adios mi corazón

Spanish is the loving tongue
Soft as music, light as spray
'Twas a girl I learned it from
Living down Sonora way
Well I don't look much like a lover
Still I say her loved words over
Mostly when I'm all alone
Mi amor, mi corazón

Haven't seen her since that night
I can't cross the line, you know
They want me for the gamblin' fight
Like as not it's better so
Still I've always kind of missed her
Since that last sad night I kissed her
Broke her heart, lost my own
Adios, mi corazón
Broke her heart, lost my own
Adios, mi corazón
Adios, mi corazón

El Joven Aprendiz De Pintor (Joaquin Sabina)

El joven aprendiz de pintor que ayer mismo
juraba que mis cuadros eran su catecismo
hoy como ve que el público empieza a hacerme caso
ya no dice que pinto tan bien como Picasso.
En cambio la vecina que jamás saludaba
cada vez que el azar o el ascensor nos juntaba
vino ayer a decirme que mi última novela
la excita más que todo Camilo José Cela.
Y qué decir del manager audaz y decidido
que no me recibió que siempre estaba reunido
hoy moviendo la cola se acercó como un perro
a pedir que le diéramos vela este este entierro.

Y yo le dije no, no, no...
Ya está marchita la margarita
que en el pasado he deshojado yo.

El torpe maletilla que hasta ayer afirmaba
que con las banderillas nadie me aventajaba
ahora que corto orejas y aplauden los del siete
ya no dice que cito mejor que Manolete.
La propia Caballé que me negó sus favores
la diva que pasaba tanto de cantautores
llamó para decirme estoy en deuda contigo
mola más tu "Madrid" que el Aranjuez de Rodrigo.
Y qué decir del crítico que indignado me acusa
de jugar demasiado a la "Ruleta Rusa"
si no hubiera arriegado tal vez me acusaría
de quedarme colgado en "Calle Melancolía".

Y eso si que no, no, no...
Ya está marchita la margarita
que en el pasado he deshojado yo.


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Una rola de la mejor musica de la Sonora Margarita .




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