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Escuchar Musica romantica del recuerdo mix dj mr magoo


Letras

Jazmin (Luis Alberto Spinetta)

Caído de un amor
nunca encontrarás
luces donde mirar
ni piel donde morir

Tu amor de jazmín
el deseo no me deja partir
jazmín, el deseo es solo un fruto
sin un hombre ni una mujer ni un recuerdo....

Ritual del querer
en tus labios soy
soy nadie, nadie y el placer
oh, me abandonaré
a tu amor de jazmín
es que el deseo no me deja partir
oh, jazmín, el deseo es solo un fruto
sin un hombre ni una mujer
jazmín, uh uh uh ...
tengo apuro por quererte así oh, oh, oh, oh, oh..

Oh, jazmín, de tus ojos no podré volver

Caído de un amor nunca encontrarás
las pupilas de un alma que te espera
ni piel donde morir
tu amor de jazmín
es que el deseo no me deja partir
oh, jazmín el deseo no me deja partir
oh, jazmín el deseo no me deja partir
oh, jazmín el deseo no me deja partir

oh, jazmín, de tus ojos no sabré volver, oh

Volver A NacerComo las olas del mar (Azrael)

Como las olas del mar
ya vengo, ya me vuelvo a ir.
Como el aire quisiera ser
para entrar muy dentro de ti.
No se que cono piensas
que nada te hace reaccionar.
Susurro a tu oido, escuchare.
Confia en mi,
aprovechar tu existir
o es ningun chiste
ve a disfrutar,
los segundos devorar
porque es imposible
?volver a nacer!
Como un billete de mil
finalmente vuelve a ti,
que lo sueltas sin pensar
que a tu mano volvera
los hilos invisibles pensando al par
nos ataran
susurro a tu oido, escuchare.
Confia en mi,
aprovechar tu existir
no es ningun chiste
ve a disfrutar,
los segundos devorar
porque es imposible
?volver a nacer!

Puto (Molotov)

Que, muy machino?
A muy machino?
Marica nena, mas bien putino

Que, muy machino?
A muy machino?
Marica nena, mas bien putino

(puto, puto, puto)

PUTO!! el que no brinque, el que no salte
PUTO!! el que no brinque y eche desmadre
PUTO!! el guey que quedo conforme
PUTO!! el que creyó lo del informe
PUTO!! el que nos quita la papa
PUTO!! tambien joto el que lo tapa
PUTO!! el que no hace lo que quiere
PUTO!! puto nace y puto se muere

Amo matón
Matarile al maricón
Y que quiere ese hijo de puta?
Quiere llorar! quiere llorar!

Amo matón
Matarile al maricon
Y que quiere este hocicon?
Quiere llorar! quiere llorar!

Y este son va dedicado a Micky,
Y a toda su familia... y a Iñaky, su hermano

PUTO!
Le faltan tanates al..
PUTO!
Le faltan trompiates
PUTO!
Le faltan tanates al..
Puto, puto..

Amo maton
Matarile al maricon
Y que quiere ese hijo de puta?
Quiere llorar! quiere llorar!

(puto! puto! puto! puto!)

In My Memory (DJ Tiesto)

That summer, we talked endlessly
Always, about everything,
Fusion, nothing new for you
I felt, hey, under and, cool breezes
The heavenly

Face me, sitting in my memory,
Hold me, I remember
Face me, sitting in my memory,
Hold me, I remember

We argue, constantly
Disagree, about everything
Distance, nothing new for me
I feel uneasy, under this thing
Thoughts away
The heavenly

Face me, sitting in my memory,
Hold me, I remember
Face me, sitting in my memory,
Hold me, i remember
I remember

And darkness falls in my eyes
And days are far from rosy now
And if I asked for the sky
Would you still shelter me
When the sky falls

I remember
I remember

Face me, sitting in my memory,
Hold me, I remember
Face me, hidden in my memory,
Hold me, I remember
I remember
Sitting in my memory
I remember

I Don't Want You No More (TRU)




featuring Mr. Serv On

[Silkk The Shocker]
Look for real you need to stop calling me with that bullshit.
Somebody tryin to make money make it happen.
When you get your shit together you can hollar at me.
Look.

Now I don't know why you keep playing all these childish games
You older then me so why the ** you keep playing
Not the chick I thought I'd see thought you would be
I know that's you cause your number keeps showing up on my caller I.D.
I can't even go on the road without you all on my shoulder
Talkin bout giving an autograph to a chick you like,
why you talkin to them hoes
Like all that extra buggin
If you trippin you can leave
cause you know that I don't need all that extra luggage
Just leave, pack your shit up, aww ** all that extra hugging
I can, because that's why I got all these extra cousins
I'm a thug and I stay thugging
I hold grudges, that's why I never ever talk to my ex in public
Now we supposed to be just friends, now you getting all possessive
All agressive, I'm like chick, just pause for a second
See that's why I was kinda scared to hit the skin
Cause I'll be mad as **, I come back, you left and hit the Benz
You say you got pictures of this chick who I was walking with
Talking with, now you on some old stalking shit
Now first place I don't want you, I talk to you to get close to your friends
You know what, I gotta short temper, you just getting close to the end
Now what

Chorus

He don't want you no more
Cause I never let you do the things that you think that you'll do
He'll be out the door
Cause he see's that your the kind of girl that shows up to no good

[C-Murder]
Man, this girl crazy.
What, what.

Now when I first met ya I told ya that I had a girl
But you overlooked that, all you seen was diamonds and pearls
You wanted a nigga in the spotlight with money and shit
So you can run and tell your girls you my honey and shit
Looking for the finer things but I'm just **ing you up
You keep on calling, huh, but I keep hanging you up
Your girl told my nigga that we getting engaged
I felt played, I didn't know that you was sick in the head
To fall in love with a thug and now you hating my boo
You should have listened to your friends and don't ** with TRU
And I was just a little horny and you looked so good
With your pretty face and**made me wish I could
** you and your girl if yall down with that
I told you that I was a dogg and you was cool with that
So dry your eyes, I'm out the door and quit sweating my show
I told ya, like a man, I don't want you no more

Chorus

[Mr. Serv-On]
Say boo, it ain't like you was with me when I was serving fiends
So I don't owe you shit, right now turn in your jersey, you ain't on my team
So what, got tired of scratching on my S
It wasn't like that when you was at my hotel biting on my chest
When I met you you was still breathing for another
I let you wear my tank, excuse the first couple of calls to my baby's mother
Now it's am I married or do I have a woman
You was never mines in the first place so why the hell you fussing
I hear our names going big in the beauty salons and nail shops
I told ya, keep it between us or we gotta never stop
But you couldn't keep your mouth closed
So guess what, take all your paper boo and make your way to the door
See me, I ain't with that he see or she saw her with me shit
So if you see me don't play me like no bitch
So when it come up to this and I'm goin do what I gotta do
I'm a take it to mines so stay TRU, what you wanna do

Chorus till fade

Swing (Ani Difranco)

she came to and her
whole life was how she remembered it
she had a mouth full of fur
and she was laughing
she parked her hearse across
three spaces posted motorcycles only
and jumped out shouting
wha the cus could make a nice girl like us
feel so lonely?

are you weary as water
in a faucet left dripping
with an incessant sadness
like a sad record skipping
and an ugly and ornery
and shadowy dread
lurking like a troll under the bridge
between your heart and your head

please dumb blind kind sir
lend little miss listless a little bit of christmas
she's been a real good girl
but now she's stuck here
the world is so little and still
mysterious and ominous as ever before
like an unmarked bottle of pills
on the shelf right next to the thing
you were reaching for

swing the groove 'round here
where i can reach it
when i get my**back on track
i'm gonna need it
swing shift til i get the money
to buy me and my baby a moon full of honey
then i'm gonna turn off the nagging voices
inside my head
that follow me to bed and say
you suck...

("break it down" freestyle by Corey Parker added to this song during some performances)

if you dig it on the sound
break it down
no walls up, break it down
break it down
happiness spread it all around
break it down
racism stomp it in the ground
break it down
so if you dig it on the sound
break it down
no walls up, break it down
break it down
ignorance stomp it in the ground
break it down
happiness spread it all around
break it down

check, who said folk and hip-hop can't latch
put us together on the stage and light a match
kaboom, guess who stepped in the room
sweeping you off your feet like we had a broom
with ani difranco and maceo
add a little freestyle flow and who knows
put a little scratchin' into the mix
and it's enough to get you high if you need a fix

so, if you dig it on the sound
break it down
no walls up, break it down
break it down
ignorance stomp it in the ground
break it down
happiness spread it all around
break it down
if you dig it on the sound
break it down
no walls up, break it down
break it down
racism stomp it in the ground
break it down
happiness spread it all around
break it down

so, if you dig it on the sound
break it down

Pepe Botika (¿Donde Estan Mis Amigos?) (Extremoduro)

Pepe Botika es un honrado traficante tomando copas me l'encuentro to los días
me cuenta historias de sus años en la cárcel
a veces había suerte y si tenía pasta salía.
Que vergüenza, Señoría. ¿Cuánto cuesta su amnistía?
Lo colocaron con las manos en la masa
cuando venía del campo de coger higos
entodavía no l`an visto por su casa
lo tienen preventivo en una celda de castigo
¿¡Dónde están mis amigos!? Encerrados sin motivo.
Carabanchel, La Modelo. Herrera de la Mancha,
Cáceres II. Alcalá Meco, Puerto de Santa María.
El contrabando era su oficio más brillante
y las fronteras se las salta to los días
tengo colegas en casi todas las cárceles
era de Plasencia me parece que decía.
Que vergüenza, Señoría ¿Cuánto cuesta su amnistía?
Un día le hicieron un registro al soterrizo
y le incautaron 20 kilos de chorizo
hashis, caballo y cocaína pal que compre
pues ya lo dijo dios: no sólo de pan vive el hombre.

Tru 2 Da Game (TRU)




Haaa uuuuggggghhhh
this is for all the G's ou there
we bout it bout it
and g ettes i ain't forget about y'all uuuugggghhhh
gold look like this here

today I have a half an ounce
tomorrow I'll have a key
and if you tryin' to get some ice cream
won't you call me or won't you beep me

Looked out the window
it must be the giggidy first of the month
cause everybody in the ghetto is smilin' and dressed up
Little kids havin' fun in my neighborhood
And fiends walkin' up, talkin' bout its all good
See I'm a G, ????? I got that 2 for 3
And y'all a know that I slang, that I-C-E
And everybody in the ghetto use nicknames
Like V-90, Master P, Boz, and Big Man
My little homies posted up
some hang, hang, and some slangin'
Others gang bangin'
I'm tryin' to make it out the hood with this gangsta rap
And stay TRU to the game, and put the town on the map
But haters hate me and niggas try to talk shit
Cause I done made, a dollar out of 15 cents
On the curb, posted up with them bouldas
And servin' fiends, A-1 yola
And still tryin' stay true with my frist meal
Cause in the ghetto, you got money, you might get killed
And stayin' TRU to the game, is a part of life
And if you don't player, you might lose your life

-chorus-
Tru 2 da game, Tru 2 da game
Ain't nothin' changed but my bank account
I'm still the same

[Silkk the Shocker]
Tryin' to have things major, they can't fade me
cash the chips like casino
Today I'm a keep it real, and chill, and get blitzed like Marino
My girl be fussin', she be tussin', constantly buggin'
Askin' me why I be hustlin'
I got money to make, so mother** it
I'm a keep it real, if it kills me
Y'all gonna feel me before I'm done
Ball till I have it all, I want the whole while
if not, I don't want none
Why I hang with the same ol' niggas
That's what they ask me
I be like, I'm the same ol' nigga
But 'stead, right now, I gets my sacks free
I gots to stay TRU fool, about my mother**in' mail
I'll be a rich**nigga, y'all gonna be visitin' me in the jail
I gots to ball, can't fall, gotta have things major
If you don't believe me, next year round this time
its Silkk up on his pager (then ask me)

-chorus-

[Big Ed]
Bustas can't see me, they blind
I claim TRU, I thought you knew
My foes catch elbows, cause I'm on em like a tattoo
Man I'm layin' low like the eyes of a danked out china man
Stayin' gangstafied
While I'm tryin' to make a million
But politicians run for office
They rather me bust a cap in a rat, cause they both gonna try and stop
this
Gangsta rap is what they call it
But I gots to come with the realness
So all my folks can feel this

-chorus-

[Mr. Serv-On]
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord that my momma will never weep
and let her live in peace and stop spendin' a hundred G's up in her sleep
When will it stop
I guess when they leave me lyin' on the block
With tears on my glock
A pocket full of lemon drops, laughin' at crooked cops
I guess I'm doin' what I gotta do
As long as I stay TRU, until they put me through
I know its a shame, things'll never change
I hope I live long enough to see my daughter spell my name
I'm TRU 2 Da Game

-chorus-

[Master P]
still the same
Master P, the whole TRU click (y'all gonna feel this)
TRU to the gizame (tru to da hood)
money can't change you, it just can make you
(never forget where i came from)
No Limit Records, Down South Hustlers (independent black owned)
and the West Coast Bad Boyz
and I told y'all, I can drop something anytime I want to
Y'all done realized by now, the haters done fell off
Cause they ain't TRU 2 da game
I could never forget where I came from
I'm from the ghetto
But I won't ever change
Cause I'm TRU 2 da game, believe that
Keepin' it real, keepin' it real
Never sell out, can never sell out
TRU 2 Da Gizame

Like A Jungle (C Murder)




I'm here to let the world know I'm hard to the TRU
You can't conquer my soul
Bossalinie a living legend
With physical evidence the world full of corruption

It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder
how I keep from goin under (how I keep from goin under)
It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder
how I keep from goin under (how I keep from goin under)

Random hits on the block young homies packin glocks
Picture me a TRU villain, visualizin fools dyin quicker
Murder Murder's in the heart of every killer
Take a look into his eyes, it's evidence, of a homicide
Life gettin tooken faster than the egg leave the womb
Consider me endangered cause I know I'm dyin soon
Twenty-five years incarceration if I pull it
Bring the yellow tape, haters cain't overcome my bullets
Went to jail, tryin to get paid, still on a rampage
Jumped behind some bushes, dodgin cops, another close shave
I'm bumpin heads with the reaper
On a daily basis, can't sleep, with nightmares of dead faces
And watch the man in the mirror, I don't trust him
Check his weapon, it's a shame he got his boy blood on the muzzle
That's why I turn my head and leave him lonely, he phony
He got the whole hood waitin on the ceremony

It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
how I keep from goin under (how I keep from goin under)
It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
how I keep from goin under (how I keep from goin under)

I take a deep breath as I blaze this green mixed with hash
and trippin how the Outlawz smoked Tupac ashes
My homie Bad A$$ laid it down, he told me,
"C, real figures, gon' always be around
Livin in the minds and the hearts of the lost souls"
And much love to them Thugged Out Outlawz
Backstage, choppin game with Sean Dogg and Snoop Dogg
and to my thugs in the grave, we miss y'all
I give a toast to you soldiers, you ain't die for nuttin
I read the Bible say, every death mean somethin
And TRU soldiers make the world go 'round
Picked up the black history book and can't seem, to put it down
Black leaders gettin struck down at they peak
Open your eyes that an unliberated life is weak
And throw em up if you a soldier, I told ya
we'll burn this place down, cause them holocaust days is over

It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
how I keep from goin under (how I keep from goin under)
It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
how I keep from goin under (how I keep from goin under)

It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
how I keep from goin under (how I keep from goin under)
It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
how I keep from goin under (how I keep from goin under)

Hmm, it's like a jungle out here baby (like a jungle out here)
From the streets to the top of the world (the world)
It's changin, and you got the eye on you, you don't even know
The eyes that's watchin yo' life, youknahmsayin, but uhh
we gotta maintain youknahmsayin evade all the problems
and danger brought on by accounts of struggle (struggle)
in society, a.k.a. the streets, a.k.a. our enemies (out enemies)
Black leaders (black leaders) keep doin what you doin (ya heard?)
P (P) keep doin what you doin (keep doin what you doin)
Know me -- I'ma keep bein the mouthpiece, for the hood
for the streets - cause I told ya, it's like a jungle baby
(straight up jungle) so keep it real (keep it real)
guard your grill (guard your grill) stay safe (stay safe, ya heard?)
(peace, it's like a jungle baby, it's like a jungle)

God Wanna (Everlast)

I said God wanna fill my heart, the devil wanna wear my skin
Time to get the party started, everybody jump in, you got it
God wanna fill my heart, the devil wanna wear my skin
Time to get the party started, everybody jump in, you got it

Come on, bounce, rock, skate
Tune in, drop out, de-motivate
Renegotiate for the proper rate
Somethin' to push weight, have to go up state
And **in' jailbait is statutory rape
And don't you never get your**caught on tape
This ain't New York, there ain't no escape
And Superman's just another pimp in a cape
And even if both your eyes come up snake
It's time to get wise, rise and cut the cake
It don't take much for the Earth to quake
So watch what you clutch when you on the tape
I'm trin to tell ya

God wanna fill my heart, the devil wanna wear my skin
Time to get the party started, everybody jump in, you got it
God wanna fill my heart, the devil wanna wear my skin
Time to get the party started, everybody jump in, you got it

I don't know where I'm going, I hardly know where I've been
The only thing I know for sure, the party's bout to begin, you got it
Thousand angels dancing, all on the head of a pin
Some people live in righteousness, and some people live in sin, you got it

God wanna fill my heart, the devil wanna wear my skin
Time to get the party started, everybody jump in, you got it
God wanna fill my heart, the devil wanna wear my skin
Time to get the party started, everybody jump in, you got it

Everybody jump in Lord, everybody jump in
Everybody jump in Lord, everybody jump in, you got it

Yo I'm a pimp, I'm a thief, I'm a killer, I'm a dealer
I'm a Holy man preacher, I'm a teacher, I'm a healer
I'm a mover, I'm a shaker, I'm a giver, I'm a taker
I'm a long time bonafide big money maker
I'm a winner, I'm a loser, I'm a begger, I'm a choser
I'm a thug, I'm a poser, I'm a chronic drug user
I've been rapping, I've been mixing, I'm fact and then I'm fiction
I'm a walkin' talkin' livin' breathin' contradiction
I'm working for my God but I'm playing with the devil
Don't act like you can see me cause I'm on another level
I'm a mic burner, not a trick turner
I'll act like Ike Turner, then I'll treat you like Tina

God wanna fill my heart, the devil wanna wear my skin
Time to get the party started, everybody jump in, you got it
God wanna fill my heart, the devil wanna take my soul
Gotti got a broken heart, party's gotten out of control, you got it

The party's gotten out of control, y'all
The party's gotten out of control
The party's gotten out of control, y'all
The party's gotten out of control, you got it


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