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Escuchar JUNIOR KELLY MARCHENA - LAGRIMAS


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You Found Me (Kelly Clarkson)

Is this a dream?
If it is
Please don't wake me from this high
I've become comfortably numb
Until you opened up my eyes
To what it's like
When everything's right
I can't believe

You found me
When no one else was lookin'
How did you know just where I would be?
Yeah, you broke through
All of my confusion
The ups and the downs
And you still didn't leave
I guess that you saw what nobody could see
You found me
You found me

So, here we are
That's pretty far
When you think of where we've been
No going back
I'm fading out
All that has faded me within
You're by my side
Now everything's fine
I can't believe

You found me
When no one else was lookin'
How did you know just where I would be?
Yeah, you broke through
All of my confusion
The ups and the downs
And you still didn't leave
I guess that you saw what nobody could see
You found me
You found me

And I was hiding
'Til you came along
And showed me where I belong
You found me
You found me
When no one else was lookin'
How did you know?
How did you know?

You found me
When no one else was lookin'
How did you know just where I would be?
Yeah, you broke through
All of my confusion
The ups and the downs
And you still didn't leave
I guess that you saw what nobody could see
You found me

(You found me)
(When no one else was lookin')
You found me
(How did you know just where I would be?)
You broke through
All of my confusion
The ups and the downs
And you still didn't leave
I guess that you saw what nobody could see
The good and the bad
And the things in between
You found me
You found me

Squeeze 1st (Lloyd Banks)

(ad libs in beggining)

Chorus: Ima Squeeze First, ask questions last
as i watch all these so called Gangstas pass
so ima squeeze first ask questions last,
so if i pull it ima pop it so stay out of my way
So ima Squeeze 1st, ask questions last

Verse 1: I aint the richest but im richer than ya'll
shit Banks is like the young old Chaimberlin, all i do is ** bitches and ball
my eighteen niggas will slatter you for talkin that shit
you mines well hire a doctor to walk around wit
nigga your own blood will soak your clothes
and i aint worried bout you cummin back cause you cant smell beef wit a broken nose
for now on keep your cars and your homes tinted
your piece would shine if you had some more stones in it
if you aint pumpin or dumpin then go the hell home
cause the only clip on ya hip holds a cell phone
i kno your focused and you been writin
but all you beggin is if you can bite my ear like tyson
im in a bag big enouph to get my Benz straight
and ima need a O dog and i aint talkin bout no Lorenze Tate
an OG tol me to mark it wit da block
he been around since they hit Martin wit da rock
dont make me send niggas to your apartment wit da glock
that'll eat all ya food up and stomp you in da socks
i got rocks but niggas cant afford to buy it
thats why i got beef bigger than Kelly Price before the diet
you aint gon stand on my sheets so ima choose the couch
and if you on your period you gotta use ya mouth
some remain and some switch wen da hoes got us
thats why i kno more tricks den da globetrotters
ill rush da studio maskin ya picture
make you stutta and say your verse faster than Twista
you be da header in here ,cause wen we in hotels
we gotta like tha floor down like da president deal,
you would think top is a problem
but my gurl could suck dick with braces on and without poppin da condom
and all these groupies wanna show dey face
after tha show they follow the car longa than the OJ chase

(Lloyd Banks singing low tone and Ad-Libs)

Min Moaten (Flip Kowlier)

tlp ,is ne party dj
moa skratch solo's kant ie nie brieng
** i zinne lust en zin leven
tlp , de gentse **-king

bza, inne vlamsche rapper
en ne parttime vizzekluot
moj kan leute moaken lik ginjin
en tjikenen lik de de beste
mijn respect voe bza i gruot

junior i nen lady's man
zelfs o danst ie lik een jeanette
moa meiskes ti nie oljinne ** dat ie wilt
je wil liefde passie en hitte

min moaten min moaten
Ik zie under hirne
wik zoek doen zonder hidder
min moaten min moaten
'k moete mie soms wirn
voe nie sentimenteel te doen

minne moat 40 is een fenomeen
en af en toe stopt ie zelfs met babbel
moa ti hinnen ul en wik dat ie doet I machtig
't kan niemand lik 40 scrabbeln

joost i nen drummer noa min erte
zels o blonddeert ie zin oar
mor ie bouwt an een us met zin vrouwe en zin kindje
kzie ze olledrie hirne echt woar

Inspiration (Ur Rap En)


Verse 1

First of all I gotta say,
Rest in Peace Jam Master Jay.
You gave a lot to the game,
I only hope I can do the same.
I wanna float like a butterfly,
Sting like a bee.
Rappin’ is my destiny.
Freedom of expression is my thing,
See ya in heaven Martin Luther King.
All my inspirations,
I give it up to you,
For makin’ me believe in what I do.

Chorus

I wanna thank everyone who’s been an inspiration,
This led me to aspire to my occupation.
Cos I’m like R Kelly,
I believe I can fly.
I’m stayin’ focused on my dream,
I gonna give it a try.

Verse 2

I like sayin’ what I wanna say,
Expressin’ myself like NWA.
I wanna thank 2 Pac,
The inspirational poet.
I wanna thank all outgoin’ people,
Who aint afraid to show it.
I’ll continue to aspire to all of my dreams,
As I don’t really care what people say,
I’ll be some one else’s inspiration one day.
I’ll continue growin’,
I’ll be the best that I can be,
Like the inspirational ROC.





Chorus

I wanna thank everyone who’s been an inspiration,
This led me to aspire to my occupation.
Cos I’m like R Kelly,
I believe I can fly.
I’m stayin’ focused on my dream,
I gonna give it a try.

Él (Féy)

Quieres con el, por ser como es
El propósito de tus mentiras
Nadie mas que el
Sabe arder con el fuego que necesitas

Ni todas las lagrimas
Que hay por llorar, en tu vida
Pueden hacer que desistas
No se te escapara

El solo el, es lo máximo
Y tendrá que ser tuyo algún día
Todo por el
Da lo mismo que ni sepa que existas

Despliegas las trampas
Que lo enredaran, y conspiras
Quieres tenerlo de rodillas
Fundiéndose a tus pies

El es la miel y engancha
El es la hiel y enchina
Es una tarántula
Que te extrangula el alma sin piedad
El una cucharada
De antimelancolía
La mas dulce fábula
Que nunca te atreviste a imaginar

Puedes poner alambradas, trincheras
Y campos sembrados de minas
Quieres con el
Y ninguna ley hará que desistas

Cuando una mujer
Pelea con fe, por quien quiere
No se rinde fácilmente
Todo antes de perder

El es la miel y engancha
El es la hiel y enchina
Es una tarántula
Que te extrangula el alma sin piedad
El una cucharada
De antimelancolía
Soportas la llaga
Aire sin el que no puedes pasar

Es tan fuerte lo que sientes
Que crees que nadie antes de ti
Se ha sentido así
Ni te importa que hago yo aquí

El es la miel y engancha
El es la hiel y enchina
Es una tarántula
Que te extrangula el alma sin piedad
El una cucharada
De antimelancolía
Soportas la llaga
Aire sin el que no puedes pasar

El es la miel y engancha
El es la hiel y enchina
Es una tarántula
Que te extrangula el alma sin piedad.

Marquee Moon (Television)

I remember
how the darkness doubled
I recall
lightning struck itself.
I was listening
listening to the rain
I was hearing
hearing something else.
Life in the hive puckered up my night,
the kiss of death, the embrace of life.
There I stand neath the Marquee Moon Just waiting,
Hesitating...
I ain't waiting
I spoke to a man
down at the tracks.
I asked him
how he don't go mad.
He said 'Look here junior, don't you be so happy.
And for Heaven's sake, don't you be so sad.'
Well a Cadillac
it pulled out of the graveyard.
Pulled up to me
all they said get in.
Then the Cadillac
it puttered back into the graveyard.
And me,
I got out again.

Stickin' Chickens (Missy Elliott)




[Featuring Aaliyah Da Brat]

[Missy (Aaliyah)]
Uh uh (yea yea)
Uh uh (yea yea)
99 uh uh (yea yea) what you got boo)

[Aaliyah (Missy) Verse One]
I was in love wit' you (yea)
And you couldn't do no wrong in my eyes
When I found out the scoop on you (yea)
It was still too hard for me to realize
That I needed to be through' wit you (yea)
Cuz you're the reason I can't eat or sleep (yea)
All the girls you runnin' through (yea)
Used to be best friends, down wit' me

[CHORUS]
When I'm gone, you're alone
You stickin' them chickens ‘til I get home
When I'm home, you're wit' me
Kissin' on my ass, tryna be wit' me
Well it's done, this I know
Seen it for myself, I'ma let you know
You don't play, games wit' me
But before I go, betta leave my dough

[Missy - Verse Two]
I'ma fool for you (yea)
But you seem to think my love's a joke (it aint a joke boo)
I get no love from you (yea)
Like all these times I did before
I think I'll pass on you (yea)
Because of the way you been actin' lately
I get no cash from you (yea)
If you want me to stay, you must be cra-crazy

[Repeat CHORUS]

[CHORUS TWO]
Dedication
It was jus a bad relation (yes it was, yes it was)
When I think it cuts my insides
The tears, they fall deep down from my eyes
(repeat)

[Bridge - Aaliyah & Missy ]
Doo doo doo, doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo, doo doo doo (wha say what, uh uh uh)
Doo doo doo, doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo (Da Brat)

[Da Brat]
I want it al' from the mother**in' house, down to the dogs
You trickin' off with these chickens, I thought you ain't have no flaws
Keep yo dick in they jaws, Peter shoulda stayed in his draws
Now I'm out the door and you cant claim me no more
The loss is yours
How you gonna slumber wit' a bitch I'm supposed to be cool wit'
Went to grade school wit', couldn't pay me to believe you hit it
To think I footed all the bills and now you breakin ‘
Stop accusin' me of that dumb shit I don't even participate in
You wasted my valuable time there's money to make
Scared to set foot in another relationship cuz of the heartache
Heartbreak Hotel no not Faith, Kelly, and Whitney, no it's Brat, Aaliyah and
Missy You miss me cuz we finished
I'll just keep the keys to the 20 inch rim ride with the TVs in it
You don't need it, beat it, it's mine
Kiss my**like your heart was in it (stupid ass)
Keep stickin' them chickens
Send Peter straight to the clinic nigga

[Missy]
See I'ma give you your props tho
You like a bad**mother**er
Runnin' two bitches at one time
When I'm flyin' out, she flyin' in
Sayin' the same shit, spittin' the same game
Who the ** you think I am
Willy Limpdick or somebody, forget you man
That's why us bitches gonna stick together
Bitch

I'm Doin' My Best (Gary Allan)

Single six months yesterday
Thought I oughta celebrate
So I went down to grab a couple beers

And I got so drunk I ripped my pants
I asked the bouncer for a dance
I thanked him as he threw me out
I woke up at a Waffle House
With a shiner and a wild brunette
She don’t know my real name yet
Well no I ain’t over you

But I’m doin’ my best
Every day and every night
Hangin’ on by a thread
That’s stretched just a little too tight
If I can’t find some peace of mind
I’ll take what I can get
I ain’t doin’ much good
But I’m doin’ my best

I decided I’d get smart
And have a long talk with my heart
At some quiet spot outside of town

So I took my best friend’s Pontiac
I drove it like a maniac
Right into the reservoir
I guess we ain’t best friends no more
Just my luck a cop came by
Who I beat up in junior high
He said I better have a good excuse

I said I’m doin’ my best
Every day and every night
Hangin’ on by a thread
That’s stretched just a little too tight
If I can’t find some peace of mind
I’ll take what I can get
I ain’t doin’ much good
But I’m doin’ my best

Some day I just might join the human race again
If I can ever find a place to show my face again
Yeah I'm doin' my best

I said I’m doin’ my best
Every day and every night
Hangin’ on by a thread
That’s stretched just a little too tight
If I can’t find some peace of mind
I’ll take what I can get
I ain’t doin’ much good
But I’m doin’ my best
I'm doin' my best
I'm doin' my best

The Old Playground (Bruce Hornsby)

Walking on the sidewalk, roundball under my arm
Everybody knows how you play is who you are
Walking down the road, looking for a game or two
The real moves come through, no matter what they’re gonna do
It’s down to you

Take me to the old playground
Where the old ones rule, and the young ones do their time
Take me to the old playground
Where the talk is cheap
And the restless stalk the baseline

The old sage frowns, he says just pass it on around
But all-world junior’s pulling up from downtown
For some it’s a way out, for some it’s a way in
Most of us don’t even care
We’re just looking for another gym to get in

Take me to the old playground
Where the old ones rule, and the young ones do their time
Take me to the old playground
Where some play from dreams
And the rest just play for pride

The old man said stop running with those boys
But they know what to do and their folks don’t mind the noise
Say hey now, everybody’s gonna get along
Just call your own foul when you break the rules
If you make it, take it, so make your move

Take me to the old playground
Where the old ones rule, and the young ones do their time
Take me to the old playground
Where the talk is cheap
And the restless stalk the baseline

Go For Your Guns (Kool G. Rap & DJ Polo)




"Get down let's see your hands see your hands!
Let's see your hands everybody hands!
Everybody let's see some hands! Huh?
Don't nobody move!
Don't get out of the car stay where you're at"

Verse One:

Niggaz in the street that I dislike
You better get this right
These days what the ** is a fist fight
Picture me puttin niggaz in headlocks
When I can lick off shots and put they**in a box
Cause if you steppin to me tryin to throw a right hook
You're just lookin to get your mother**in life took
Cause I can't wait to be a niggaz fate
So while you lift weights, I'm liftin lite-ass nickel plates
So if you wanna misbehave nigga
I'll have to kick it to the mother**in grave digger
Yeah mother**er you heard it
Doin all that rope-a-dope shit, nope, your dopey-ass murdered
Niggaz'll be the Karate Kid
But I'll be in prison doin a mother**in body-bid
So you can take all that Rocky shit home
Sylvester Stallone ain't shit against Al Capone
Cause I ain't got no patience or energy
for mother**ers and punk-ass suckers that wanna injure me
Step up and play me like I'm soft
Bitch I don't knock mother**ers out, I'm knockin mother**ers off
Leavin the scene like Machine Gun Kelly
Two to the head about four cross the belly
Steady givin niggaz the runs
**in clam put your fists down and go for your guns

"Alright, on the ground, face down face down on the ground
Get on the ground
Hands behind your head"

"So, so what are you gonna do?
Beat-beat the crap out of me?" NO!

Verse Two:

You punk-ass niggaz better hop or chill
Cause my glock can kill twenty mother**ers with boxer skills
That's how I put a niggaz head out
The murder scene needs more than Visine to get the red out
And I don't give a ** if you know Judo
Cause I'ma blow your mother**in**to Pluto
And when I blast the trey niggaz pass away
Put in the ground til your silly clown**decay
So all you niggaz with the jokes
(Is everybody ready?) Well dibbida-dat's all folks
Cause nigga you don't want the nine to go (boom)
Niggaz like Tyson woulda died a long time ago
Ran outta luck when I struck on you sucker ducks
No uppercuts you'll be another mother**er bucked
Gettin all rumps in stuffed up boots
Hell no, I'm givin mother**ers burial suits
Your little T.K.O was A.O.K.
My way is R.I.P., niggaz are D.O.A.
Dead on Arrival
So nigga you better come with your gun if you want survival
From the Mak-11
And those are real shots on the mother**in track 7
I ain't kickin niggaz buns
If it's a bitch I'ma wetta you better go for your guns

"Yo wassup, what the ** is up now man?
What?
Where my money at man?
Hey yo, yo I told you I'd see you when I see you
Aww man you act like you wanna fight
What what? Yeah yeah alright yeah, I wanna fight" *BOOM*

Verse Three:

Rollin up on niggaz wearin wigs
Cause I got a Sig for you nigs and all you mother**in pigs
Kool G Rap's a bad decision
** front page I'm puttin niggaz on television
I got heart kid if you want we can throw it out
But you ain't got no heart mother**er when I blow it out
Straight out your back
Cause you got attacked by the mack let's see you black belt dat
Picture me doin some pushups, and get ambushed up
And put in a box all squooshed up
So mother**er be a learner
Cause I can't hit or wrestle a niggaz without pullin out my burner
So when a mother**er want to fight
You ** around with G and you'll be fightin Death tonight
So you don't wanna get loose G
Cause I'm givin more flat lines to niggaz than loose-leaf
So come on Bruce Lee
Yo I'ma show you who the mother**er is with all the juice G
So if you wanna intimidate
A nigga like me, great, will make your **in head disinigrate
I'm sendin niggaz to Bedrock
Look out for the red dot
Or get your mother**in head shot
Niggaz are dialin 911
Huh, you little bitch niggaz go for your guns


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