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Escuchar " Soleado " - Manolo Otero


Letras

La Recompenza (Don Omar featuring Hector)

La recompensa mata
Y la vida una sola
Vivir hora tras hora
Para morir y ser yo
La recompensa mata
Y la vida una sola
Vivir hora tras hora
Para morir y ser yo

Abro otro capitulo de corrupcion
Y en mi cancion hago mencion por ejemplo
Como la justicia que por colores se divisa
Policias blancos terminan a palo party de loiza
La super senadora que cambia la historia
No le hace falta escorta pa' guiar su crown victoria
Y el pana mio que cambio la biblia por un rifle automatico
Creeyendo que matar era mas paractico
Ignorando que su espirito mi cristo aclama
Y me dice que no duerme, pues de noche los muertos lo llaman
Y si quieren al culpable de la masacre al inocente
Pues, busquemos al presidente

Me aferre de la verdad
Y afronte la realidad
Por que vivir no es por vivir
Si no vivir pa' superar
Y me aferre de la verdad
Y afronte la realidad
Por que vivir no es por vivir
Si no vivir pa' superar

Yo no soy critico
Ni analista politico
Pero te observo en que existe mas que vivo
Cuellos blancos, banquetes y tembleques
Y van con ellos agreden delincuentes
Su muerte no recibe lo que persevera
Y como Otero tiro a su hija por las escaleras
Hay que ver como la justicia fallece
Tres canciones con lo mismo y Rolandito no aparece
Y por ser claro, yo no temo por mi vida
Que tema Fajardo y Courie por los chavos del SIDA.

Me aferre de la verdad
Y afronte la realidad
Por que vivir no es por vivir
Si no vivir pa' superar
Y me aferre de la verdad
Y afronte la realidad
Por que vivir no es por vivir
Si no vivir pa' superar

Descuidate que siempre podran matar la gente...
pero jamas la idea...
y si nos matan, que puede pasar?
aqui somos simples muertos...
todos viviendo bajo la misma sociedad...
Hector, el bambino, y Don Omar!
supera esta letra ahora!

Reyes De La Noche (Guasones)

Fuimos mucho más que nada
Fuimos la mentira
Fuimos lo peor.

Fuimos dos soldados a la madrugada
Con esta ambición

Y ahora estoy en libertad
Y ahora que puedo pensar
En no volver hacer ese
El mismo de antes.

Y que tristeza hay en la ciudad, amor
Sábado soleado.
Y en el centro de la estatua del dolor
Me sentí parado.

Fuimos muchos más que todos
Reyes de la noche
De esta tempestad.

Si te vendí, si te robe, te traicioné
Fui por uno más.

Fuimos perros de la noche
Oxidados en tristeza.

Y querer lo que querer
Sin tener que lastimar
Recordando que tu amor
Se robó mi dignidad
Ahora olvidemos los dos
No volvamos a empezar
¿Para qué?...

Bonnie & Clyde (Jay Z Featuring Beyonce)

[talking]
Uhh uhh uhh.
You ready B? Let's go get &#8216;em..

[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
Look for me! Young, B
Cruisin down the westside - high, way
Doing what we like to do - our, way
Eyes behind shades, this necklace the reason
all of my dates been blind dates
But today, I got my thoroughest girl wit me
I'm mashin the gas, she's grabbin the wheel, it's true to the heart
She rides with me - the new Bobby and Whitney
Only time we don't speak is during &#8220;** and the City&#8221;
She gets Carrie fever, but soon as the show is over
She's right back to being my soldier
Cuz mami's a rider, and I'm a roller
Put us together, how they gon' stop both us?
What ever she lacks, I'm right over her shoulder
When I'm off track mami is keepin me focused
So let's, lock this down like it's supposed to be
The &#8216;03 Bonnie and Clyde, Hov' and B

[Chorus]
[Jay] All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend.
[Bey] Down to ride &#8216;til the very end, it's me and my boyfriend.
[Jay] All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend.
[Bey] Down to ride &#8216;til the very end, it's me and my boyfriend.

[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
The problem is, you dudes treat the one that you lovin
with the same respect that you treat the one that you humpin
Now they &#8216;bout nothin - if ever you mad about somethin
It won't be that; oh no it won't be that
I don't be at, places where we comfy at
With no be-atch; oh no you won't see that
And no, I ain't perfect - nobody walkin this earth's surface is
But girlfriend, work with the kid
I keep you workin at Kermain, Burkin bag (?)
Manolo (?), Timbs, aviator lens
600 drops, Mercedes Benz
The only time you wear Burberry to swim
And I don't have to worry, only worry is him
She do anything necessary for him
And I do anything necessary for her
so don't let the necessary occur, yep!

[Chorus]

[Beyonce]
(Talk to &#8216;em B)
If I was your girlfried
I'll be there for you, if somebody hurts you
Even if it's somebody (?)
Yeah-hee (break it down for &#8216;em)
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be
And so I put this on my life
Nobody or nothing will ever come between us
And I promise I'll give my life
and all of my trust if you was my boyfriend
Put this on my life
The air that I breathe in, all that I believe in
I promise I'll give my life
and all of my trust if you was my boyfriend

[Chorus]

La La La (Excuse Me Again) (Jay-Z featuring Memphis Bleek and Beanie Segal)

[Jay-Z]
Whooo! Whooo!

[Chorus]
Memph Bleek always smoking that La, La, La
Beanie Sigel always smoking that La, La, La
Neptunes track smoke like La, La, La
It's the ROC baby sing our Lulla-Bye (C'mon)
Excuse me miss, I'm the shit
You should come, hang with me, basically
Hold up, skip all the singing let's get right tonight
Mami

[Verse 1]
I know my English ain't as modest as you like
But come, get some you little bums
I take the cake from under the bakers thumb
I bake the cake and two it up from one
Then I moved to weight like I'm Oprah's son
Uh, I show you how to do this son
Young don't mess with chicks in Burberry Paddings
Fake Menolo's boots straight from Steve Madden
He tatted his-self, as the rap J.F.K.
You wanna pass for my Jaqueline, Onassis, then
Hop ya**out that S-Class
Lay back in the Maybach, roll the best grass, I ask
Have you in your long-legged life
Ever seen a watch surrounded by this much pink ice
Look but don't touch, mutha**a think twice
Cuz this gat that I clutch gotta little red light
Need a light?

(To smoke that La, La, La)
[Chorus 2]
Beanie Sigel always smoking that La, La, La
Memph Bleek always smoking that La, La, La
It's the ROC mami sing our Lulla-Bye
C'mon
Excuse me miss, I'm the shit
You should come, hang with me, basically
Hold up, skip all the singing let's get right tonight
Mami

[Verse 2]
We got brothers full of Army, Mami's in Manolo
Bags by Chanel or Louis Vuitton logo's
All attracted to Hov because they know dough
When they see him, whips be European
If your a 10 chances your with him
If your a 5 you know you ridin' with them
Sick with the pen nigga no physician, in the world could fix him
No prescription, you can prescribe to subside his affliction
He's not a sane man, he's more like the Rainman twitchin'
You can't Reign Dance on this picnic
No Haitian voodoo, no headless chicken
Can dead or sickness, no Quiji board
You can't see me dawg, niggaz ya CB-4
This ain't Chris Rock bitch, it's the ROC bitch
And I'm the Franchise like the Houston Rockets
Yao Ming

[Chorus 3]
Still smokin' that La, La, La
Memph Bleek still smokin' that La, La, La
Beanie Sigel Desert Eagle the .45
It's the ROC baby sing our Lulla-Bye
C'mon
Excuse me miss, I'm the shit
You should come, hang with me, basically
Hold up, skip all the singing let's get right tonight
Mami

[Verse 3]
Forget English, talk body language
I be all over mami's like body painters
Pink Diamond necklace, strawberry wrist
Please excuse yourself, your very sick
Don't confuse me with Marbury out this bitch
Run up on me at the light, you could lose your life
Mutha**a's must be smokin' they La, La, La or crack
.45 gun smoke, choke off that
Let's get back to the music, I ain't with all that
Plus the fedz tappin' my music, yall get all that?
I'm THEE! public industry #1
Public industry #2 is my whole crew (R.O.C.!)
Now I ain't down with who like me or who like you
That's**, I ain't into liking dudes no way
But get a pen, I can tell you pricks my plans for the future
I never make the news again, my man'll shoot ya

[Chorus 3]
As we, smoke that La, La, La
Memph Bleek still smokin' that La, La, La
Beanie Sigel Desert Eagle the .45
It's the ROC bitch sing our Lulla-Bye
C'mon
Excuse me miss, I'm the shit
You should come, hang with me, basically
Hold up, skip all the singing let's get right tonight
Mami

[Pharrell Williams{of the Neptunes}]
Well watch me now
Uh!
Ho!, Ho!
C'mon
Do you want me to do it
Well watch me now

Magnetic (Foxy Brown)

[Pharell]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Repeat 10X]
Yeah (c'mon!)

[Verse One: Foxy]
Not too many chicks can rap to this
Spit sick the flow be so accurate
Ill Na Na and Def Jam is backin' it
Feel my words, I'm oh so passionate
They like to hear me talk greasy
Bitches stay shook in my presence, they walk easy
Acting all thirsty, hope they not irk me
Tits are still perky, skin is still hershy
Yes, I'm well known to flip fast
Yes, I still shop on Fifth Ave
We toured out, that's what we all bout
Kevin Lyor-ed out, Christian Dior-ed out
My shades are all Chanel-ed out and
The beat is straight Pharell-ed up and
My words are what explains my mind
I'm here, I'm back again, the game is mine

[Chorus: Pharell]
Yeah (c'mon!) - {*Repeat 16X*}

[Verse Two: Foxy]
FB, there ain't no equivalent
The flow is oh so belligerent
The hood love the style that I'm delivering
Fox is hip hop, they just can't rid of this
And all the pain and shit I went through
And all the foul niggas I been through
The world is mine, I'm back to grind
You know you the best when rap dudes go at you
But see my rep is so amazing
The streets, the hood are still craving
I still be rockin' in my Gucci
but switched it up to Emilio Pucci
I love it when hoes try to roll up
Cuz once they see Fox they fold up
And quickly switch they whole flow up
BK, I throw it up, feet stay, Manolo-ed up

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: Foxy]
Huhh, the Bentley, H2, the Rover
I'm back, this rap game is over
From Nas, the Firm and Young Hova
Fox a young soldier, will cock a toaster
Young Fox, the new version of Roxanne
The streets talking like what's her next plan
Is she signed to Puff now or Def Jam
That go to show y'all niggas, I'm the best man

[Chorus] - repeat until fade

Shopping Bags (She Got From You) (De La Soul)

(We not goin to JC Penney's, we not goin to Macy's either)

[Chorus: Daniel Wallace]
Shopping bags they weigh down her arm
Popping tags and collars her charm
All them things she got, she got from you
All them things she got, she got from you
Manolo and Prada's her style
Louis, Burberry by the pile
All them things she got, she got from you
All them things she got, she got from you

[Posdonus]
Yo she know you come to do it, so what'cha want
Candelight might flick at'cha
Put your credit card to it, she know what to flaunt
Her handle tight like a master
She used to taunt on the runway, yeah she's down to tree
The avenue like her catwalk
Struck a bit to the gunplay, that housing street
looks to die for, ask that chalk man for yo' hand
Spend it, you live to show
All the cash that you can burn
What you need is to end it, cause you give the dough
But get no**back in return {*HA, HA HA*}
Stay laughin, straight at you dog
Best believe, you wastin time
Don't deny what's happenin, just clear the fog
And achieve you a peace line, yo it goes like

[Chorus] - 1/2

[Daniel Wallace]
She got from you, she, sh-she, she got it
She got from you, she, sh-sh, sh-she got it

[Dave]
Her frame goes beyond thick, she got you stunned
Livin it up off the pop hits
Like a dame on a Bond flick, she's not the one
To give it up 'til you cop shit
Just because she's stacked right, she got your soul
Her every wish you now obey
You should be on that actright, but she got control
She say jump you scream, "OKAY! I'M RELOADED!"
Nigga you shootin blanks
Tryin to front like you got game
Her crib is sugar coated, like she lootin banks
But it's your wallet she done claimed
When the limit of your plastic, reaches the end
You start payin for your time
She'll be in it for the last bit, of money to spend
{*HA, HA HA*} And you'll be left with dimes
While she fillin up

[Chorus]

[Daniel Wallace]
She got from you, she, sh-she, she got it
She got from you, she, sh-sh, sh-she got it

{*ad libs and chickenheads to fade*}

Liiku (Cheek Featuring Jonna)

Ku saavuin paikalle se kiinnitti mun huomion
se toi taloon hiittii niinku nuotio
mä jumituin tsiigaa, vaivihkaa mittailee
mun aistit taas pikkasen maistissa kikkailee
ou en mahtanut mitään
et olin jo koht tunnin vandannut sitä
sen manolo buutsei ja fendin laukkuu
sen mahotont bootyy ja trendi paukkuu
eikä se sekään mitään, mut miten se tanssi
miten se liikku, miten se trankki
pomppi ja pyöri, se komppia lyö sil
pakko tunnustaa et voisin ronkkia yön sit

(huukki)
liiku - ku mä laitan livee
liiku - meil on aina bileet
liiku - liiku paitas hikee
liiku - liiku,liiku,liiku

jep se vaan jähmetti mut liikkeillään
ja harvemmin sä kädet sivuil dj:n näät
ja luulis että aseettomaks cheek ei jää
mut se liikku, se liikku, se liikku
okei seisoin monttu auki
tunsin itteni rumaks niinku klonkun taudis
jos avaisin suun se kelais joksku taukiks
se vaan liikku, se liikku, se liikku, se liikku
kun ohitin pahimman kuolavaiheen
tukeuduin viinaan ku kunnon suomalainen
mut vielkään ei tuntunu kovin luottavaiselta
ku se liikku, se liikku, se liikku, se liikku
no, siinä mä vaa seisoin tuppisuuna
olin nuppi kuuman ja kuppi suulla
kuiskasin jotain, mit ei sais mutsi kuulla
ja silloin se liikku, se liikku, se liikku

(huukki)

lah ti liikkuu, oulu liikkuu
kuopio liikkuu, vaasa liikkuu
tytöt liikkuu, pyllyt liikkuu
kädet liikkuu, kaikki liikkuu
tampere liikkuu, rollo liikkuu
helsinki liikkuu, turku jäätyy
raha liikkuu, buussi liikkuu
lisää viinaa -silmät liikkuu

(huukki)

Bring It On (Jay-Z)




[Sauce Money]
Aiyyo Jay word up; these mother**ers
**in talkin that comeback shit like they cookin crack
Shit I ain't frontin all I want my pockets green like slum change
Yaknahmsayin? Front the roll we roll back like rubbers mother**er
For real; with no trace of AIDS
We keep our pockets fully blown Roc A Fella click nigga

Aiyyo we pattin down pussy from Sugarhill to the Shark Bar
** a bitch D in the marked car
We got the bad bitches gaspin for air in Aspen
Searchin for aspirin when I ask then, we swing
You cling we do our thing and bring
Sling your ding-a-ling from Bed-Stuy Brooklyn to Beijing
East coast hostess hostile colossal, money flarin
like nostrils for drug dealin apostles, huh
Al Pacino down to Nino Brown
Me Jay and Primo, got it sewed across the board like poquino
Teflon, make sure your jammy is full
Cause I heard, Sammy the Bull lamps in Miami with pull
Tropical leaves where I got a few keys
with my man I'll stock a few G's, now it's unstoppable cheese
Said we was garbage, so ** college
Street knowledge amazin to scholars when we coin phrases for dollars
Star studded bitches with cristals, get **ed with pistols
just to see my shit, discharge puss
I drop the stellar, even acapella
I got to tell all about Roc-A-Fella

Chorus: Fat Joe

Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my thang
(repeat 4X)

[Jay-Z]
Mannerisms of a young Bobby DeNiro, spent spanish wisdoms
in a whip with dinero, crime organized like the pharoah
I cream, I diamond gleam
High post like Akiem, got a lot of things to drop
Brooklyn to Queens, I gotta keep my steam
Niggaz wanna try to hem my long jeans
Uptown fiend for Jay-Z to appear on the scene
In the meanwhile, here's somethin dope for y'all to lean
Liason for days on in
Money make the world go around so I made songs to spin
Can I Live, did dough, with my nigs, dividends flow
like the Mississippi riv', lookin jig'
Can't do for dolo, had to turn away when Tony killed Manolo
That's real, mixed feelings like a mulatto
Thug thought he was O.G. Bobby Johnson
I played him like Benny Blanco, mano a mano
you ain't ready, I find no trigger straight up shoot my guns
horizontal, get your weight up, I am
two point two pounds you're barely a hundred and twenty-five grams
Wouldn't expect y'all to understand this money
Do the knowledge, do the few dollars, I'm due to demolish
Crews Brooklyn through Hollis to a hood near you, what the **...

("Bring it on if you think you can hang..." --> Fat Joe)

[Big Jaz]
Money is power
I'm into cheddick with facial credit
Pure platinum ** for cheddars
Spread letters you move you're deadish
I make moves that remove pebbles out of shoes
You suck pistol like pipe with the cristal
John Stockton couldn't assist you
Cowboys or Benzes like we foulin in the U.N.
So what the ** you doin?
Whatever nigga Fahrvegnugen, rugged yet polished
Spankin dollars with the commas
bangin bitches out the Bahamas
On hides of llama we cry nada, fly frather
Fry hotter, you die gotta
** with me witness manana
Absence of malice in my palace
Call cousin now Dallas trigger finger with the callous
Tip scales from mail to keep these niggaz off balance
Your frequent stops to O.T.B. you feedin me
Steam a nigga schemin on the wrist action with the gleams
Jewels for Pop Duke fulfill your dreams
Never put the pure brown sugar before the dirty green cream

Chorus

"Yeah, bring it on... bring it on..." --> Fat Joe
(repeat 5X)

Harto (Manolo Kabezabolo)

Harto de legalidad
mezquindad de los legales
harto de tener que hablar
con unos nuevos modales
harto de moralidad
y de pecados mortales
harto de seguridad
a cargo de militares

Harto (x6)

Harto de este puto bar
no hay dos cervezas iguales
harto de tanto escuchar
los cuarenta principales
harto ya de arrojar
piedras contra los cristales
y harto de que me hables de
enfermedades mentales

Harto (x19)
me teneis

Que Pasa, Neng? (El Neng De Castefa)

Hey, qué pasa, tío?
Me presento:
Yo soy el Neng de Castefa, tío
un disc jokey, aquí, profesional, neng.
Qué pasa, neeng?

Me lo flipo.
Os explico:
Esa peña.
A todos mis colegas,
Sea de día o sea de noche
Hey, tío, yo se lo digo al del kiosko
Y al mecánico de mi coche.
Qué pasa, neeng?

Voy en mi buga.
fuá, cómo mola, tío.
Y peña que me saluda
y que yo no conozco me dice
Qué pasa, neeng?

Al Jonhy y al de la tienda de discos
que es disc jokey y un colega pa’siempre le digo
Qué pasa, neeng?

Hey, qué pasa, Jonhy, tío?
Hey, Jenny, qué pasa?
Qué cada día estás más guapa, Jenny, tía!
Manolín, tío, qué te has hecho en el pelo, cabrón, tío?
Qué pasa, neeng?

Paso por mi kely y me paro
Y mi vieja ahí rayando con el Manolo Escobar
Un flash!
Como que te han robado el carro, neeng?
Tu lo flipas, Manolo. Que te meto, neeng!
Qué pasa, neeng?

Hey, Jonhy, tío, vamos a ver si triunfamos.
Te vienes, tío?
Venga, tío, neeng.
Hey, qué pasa, neeng?, tío.
Pásate un temita por ahí, neeng, tío, neeng
Ahí está, tío, qué bien pasado, tío.
Tu si que molas, neeng, tío.
Ahí tu y yo colegas pa’toda la vida, neeng.

Me hago unos trapis (esa peña!)

Qué pasa, neeng?

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