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Escuchar Cantos marianos (Parte 1)


Krvava Meri (Azra)

danas na liniji nekadasnjoj 43
gledam kako stoji u redu
ceka na bus kao i mi
sirokih bokova mesnata lica
frflja dok prica
drzi za ruku jednog od onih
vjecnih mladica

zvali su je krvava meri
nikom nije dala olako
voljela je dlakave zvijeri
onila ih strasno dan i noc

imala je obicaj da za sat ili dva
ostvari u praksi sve ono
sto svaka zena misli da zna
vozala je frajere doslovno oko malog prsta
isla je s njima prvo u krevet
a onda u kupovinu do trsta

zvali su je krvava meri
nikom nije dala olako
voljela je dlakave zvijeri
onila ih strasno dan i noc

njezin sonjo ima kao nesto uspesnu karijeru
radi kad mu se prohtije
i zato je uvijek hvata na dijelu
ona mu prasta ljubomoru godine i ocajan ten
puna povjerenja u njegovu glupost i dubok dzep

zvali su je krvava meri
nikom nije dala olako
voljela je dlakave zvijeri
onila ih strasno dan i noc

boli je briga za probleme i ostali svijet
trci svoju zadnju trku
tlak joj je povisen
pusi pije tulumari guta pilule

Ne Mogu Pomoci Nikome Od Nas (Azra)

to nije stil stari moj
ljubio sam hrpetinu zena
ali ni jedna nije bila kao ona

volio sam sve na njoj
stanovala je preko puta
imala me uvijek kad je htjela

naduveni grad
cudne misli u njezinoj glavi
ni dobar ni los
nema mjesta za nove ideje
za nas

ljudi me zovu po imenu
ja im odgovaram u dobrom raspolozenju
proklete lazi za naivne
i nije me briga
nije me strah
ne mogu pomoci nikome od nas
nije me briga za gadarije prepucavanja
i lovu bez koje se ne moze
i nije me briga
ne bojim se
ne mogu pomoci nikome od nas

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

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)


[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
Gangsta rap is what they call it
But I gots to come with the realness
So all my folks can feel this


[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


[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

Still Here 4 U (Ol Skool)

No matter where you wanna go
You'll always know
Forever you and me
Everything to me
Oh it doesn't matter how far you are
You're always a part of my heart
I want you here with me
Right next to me
It's to be you and me for eternity
You can try to run away
From the love that we've been sharing
But baby ya know
You know I'm still here for ya lady
You can cross the seven seas
You still mean everything to me
Baby you know
You know, I'm still here for ya lady
Even though you've been hurt sometime
When ya get a little down baby
I'm here to give ya what ya need
Baby, if ya just call me
You can try to hide how ya feel
But it won't change a thang
You should know me by now
I won't let ya down
I'm here for ya baby
And I'll always be around
Chorus 2Xs
Baby if ya ran away
You can always come back to me
I promise I'll be here for you
Baby, just me and you
Baby, keep your trust in me
I'll give you all the love ya need
I'll never walk away from you
Do what you want me to
Repeat Chorus 2Xs

End Of The Time (Dilated Peoples)

It all comes down to this it all comes down (x3)

A lot of match to insense I'm tense with every sentence
Dence is how my weed is I rock them ill Adidas
Yo my feet is in deep peep my twist lingustics
Loud like Steve Ripkith but most of y'all won't miss it
To some it comes slower others much faster
My rhymes stand out like calliped at the Masters
Ask the question "Yo let me step up"
I say you can't try us cause fools dying
Before they get the chance like Len Blias
Ride by us they walk well I be hidden in shade
More content then when rent is paid
And renitent like raider spraid
Oow yo first date is made for those who needed evidence
Becoming ill never defeating the purpose
But I propose my flows goes off the deep end
Living everyday of the week like a weekend
That's just my lifestyle I'll cut like a knife while
You'll dull like shine never mind it's the end of the time

"It's the end of the time" -Group Home

While some crash the backboard I slash the blackboard
With permanet chalf I decode your thought
Thee eraser I will rip apart to make a marker
Flooded with more sheets now lines are darker
But who would of thought when nine years have past
The lines will contain the signs of the pat
And when my day finally comes at last
I resound taking out mad fools in the blast

Evidence will keep it on lyrics hi tech like tron
Visualize pictures drawn in neon
With suttle backdrops blackk for silouetts
Torn up cities that floundered nothing left
No fish in the streams no natural greens
Like a dream or a scene from 2014
But that's the next let my stay on the line
Evidence violated till the end of the time

Hook (x2)

I pick up vibes like God part of Quarty Hey
Through my brain sends my arms back signals of pain
I take you where I need to go from the scheme to the store
I travel when i flow we can do Mars like Joe
Then stroll back to Earth critique your transmission
You must renovate then innovate in a dimension
Not just of sound and sight but of mind like the twilight
Your rhymes are incomplete like a piece without the highlight
I be that artist painting pictures lyrically
In 3D to make that picture pop out spherically
When I rap I do laps like Tyco race tracks
So I bomb exact I sue my airial map
Poetic contractor design and build
Many intricate messages are messed with skill
Prescriptions are filled by traditional
Medicinal appressional rhymes
To break down before the end of the time

Hook (x2)

Shit that's how we do it. Dilated Peoples just rule
"It's the end of the time" (x4)

Mississippi Mud (Less Than Jake)

When the sun goes down and the tide rolls out
And the people gather 'round and they all begin to shout
"Hey! Hey! Uncle Dud
It's a treat to beat your feet on the Mississippi Mud
It's a treat to beat your feet on the Mississippi Mud"

What a dance do they do
Glory how I'm tellin' you
They don't need no band
They keep time by clappin' their hands
Just happy as a cow chewin' on a cud
It's a treat to beat your feet on the Mississippi Mud
It's a treat to beat your feet on the Mississippi Mud

Black Jesus (Kane & Abel)

featuring Master P Silkk the Shocker

(Master P)
Like 2Pac said only God can judge me
But I think only black Jesus can help me

Verse 1 (Kane)

Six in the morning and I see the sunrise
Wish I died in my sleep didn't want to open my eyes
To see this world so **ed up for me
And my family worked so hard but can earn a decent salary
these bills keep whooping a nigga**
Spent my whole check trying to dress with class
I found myself having to smoke weed just to chill
Both my parents got killed and I ain't cried still
All my niggas getting shot, peoples mama's smoking rock
And who the hell can stop these **ed up cops
They like to overseaers and we like the slave bitches
Offer pussy to a nigga even though they got AIDS
You jumping in that pussy thatn you diving in the grave
White man build the prison and the niggas come through
Like the mother**ers giving out free barbeque
Lock a nigga up for life and say ** you
Most of ya'll ain't make it pass the 12th grade
That's why you making minimum wage or slanging rocks for chump change
Alot of people died for the right to vote
We don't use white devils taking nigga land and missuse it
On top of that I think my uncle on crack
My boy Quay Shaun took a slug in his back
>From another black now he in the coma trying to make it back
Come on come on
My old lady think she pregnant I ain't got no cash for her
She probably ** another nigga I wouldn't put it past her
My mind got me murderous like John Doe
Bitch**niggas trying to play me like a hoe
And now I'm rolling round ** on a steel dick
Bout to pull the trigger end it cause I'm tired of this bullshit
Know what I'm saying grown men don't cry
But the ghetto got me wheeping like a bitch I'm gone die on my knees


Black Jesus tell me why this world so **ed up
Allah, tell me why this world so **ed up
Black Jesus tell me why this world so **ed up for me
For me a nigga

Verse 2 (Abel)

They say that I was dealt some bad cards in this game of life
But before I take my trip I'm gone leave with them stripes
Sending dime bags of weed, toting nines til nose bleeds
My nerve so bad I had to pop one of those b's
I had to strap my jimmy hat or catch this double mint disease
See the devil in a crack pipe pointing at me
I seen a nigga shaking just lke he caught the holy ghost
But he really scored a gram of heroin for 80 bones
I got them stones, if you take a hit you can't resist
Now I'm crying, I think one of my brothers on that shit
Do you care if you live or die, really I don't know
But if there's hell below I think we all gonna go


Verse 3 (Master P)

Tell me is this heaven, is this hell
I ain't LL, but all I hear is funeral bells
The ghetto's trying to kill me, a born loser
A born hustler my uncle's a drug user
I'm from the projects or should I say the 3rd Ward
Where fools into killing and fiends walk like androids
Hooked up with the twins or should I say Kane & Abel
Trying to keep some change in my pockets, some food on my table

Verse 4 (Silkk)

You know what P your right
Cause Silkk was on the block like last night
Niggaz doing anything from selling drugs
to sell mugs smoking that glass pipe
I'm from a messed up city where niggas don't live long
they parents out-live they kids
Rest in peace to my homie they like split his wig
Now who won't walk that last mile to they death
Imaging taking a deep (inhales) that was your last breath
Just imaging your mom was prostituting your mom was smoking
Imagine your eyes don't close imagine your eyes don't open
I be like trying to keep the world and stay TRU
There's too much drama in my hood, gotta stay cool

Verse 5 (Master P)

As I lay me down to sleep
Black Jesus if you real, take me out this ghetto g
Cause its crazy its wicked
I got niggaz on every block trying to get a meal, ticket
They killing they murder
Little kids in 3 inch girdles
And life is just like Pac Man
Niggaz gumping up niggas but who gone be the next man
To lose his shoes, I mean lose his life
Who gone think twice, dying in this ghetto life
Cause in the White House, politicians run the country
But where I'm from in the ghetto's its bout drug money
Ice cream slanging
Niggas banging red and blue everybody's hanging
Niggas bout it, little kids get rowdy
But will I make it out this ghetto, I doubt it

(Kane & Abel talking)

I think the devil trying to get me to sell my soul
He keep on walking with me, he keep on talking with me
I think the devil's trying to get me to sell my soul
He trying to temp me with the bitches and money

Black Jesus black jesus if you feel me
Than save me and my ghetto people

I Walk Away (Split Enz)

You came out of the world to me
My life parted like the red sea
We flowed easy between the rocks and stones
never seemed to stop us
The years ended in confusion
Don't ask me I don't know what happened
but I am a man with a mission
Must be the devil I don't know
Finally, marching to a different tune

It's hard to let go
Of all that we know
As I walk away from you
The sun always sets
No room for regret
As I walk away from you

Reveal whatever you desire
To you it may be death defying
Your life, slave to ambition
Tension your permanent condition
So much you've always wanted
Too much giving you a sore head

Finally marching to a different tune (That's right)
As I walk away from you
As I walk away from you

It's hard to let go
Of all that we know,
As I walk away from you
The sun always sets
No room for regret
As I walk away from you
It's hard to let go
Of all that we know
As I walk away from you
The sun always sets
No room for regrets
As I walk away from you

Give it to me, give it to me, your inspiration
Give to recieve, find all we need
As I walk away from you.

** Off! (Insane Clown Posse)

"Wicked...W-Wicked." "B-Bitch."
"Wicked...W-Wicked." "B-Bitch."
"Wicked...W-Wicked." "B-Bitch."
"Wicked...W-Wicked." "B-B-B-B-Bitch. Bitch-B-Bitch."

Well, it's on. It's on like neden hoe **
I'm 2 Dope and I'm **in' drunk
Walked in the joint with my nuts hangin' out my drawers
All I wanna do is choke a bitch
Roll up a jimmy and smoke the bitch
I dropped outta school and I quit my job
All I wanna be is a fat, **in' slob
'cause I don't care about none of y'all bitches!
Shut the ** up and drop ya britches ("B-Bitch.")
'cause I'm cloggin' a bank! {"A bank!"}
So I don't give a ** about what none of y'all think
When I do a show, I wreck the place
I run around the stage kickin' bitches in the face
'cause I ain't nothin' soft,
so you and your boys can straight ** OFF!

(You can suck my nutsac, yo)
(You can shake, you're dime-stank though)
(You can kiss my ass, ya punk bitch!)
(Yo, ** you and ya Momma ain't shit!)
[End Chorus]

{*Phone Ringing*}
[Pizza Guy - Violent J]
"Uh, Pizza Boy Pizza."
"I want a large, extra cheese pizza."
"Pick-up or delivery."
"Okay, your address?"
"Yeah, it's near the high school. 232 ** OFF!"

When I was eight, I was on crack
I had Ms. Pella trained on the back
**in' after school every day
I turned that old bitch's neden hairs gray ("Hehehe")
'cause the Dope is all that!
My Mother's a witch and my Daddy's a hunchback
and nobody could ** wit' me
I used to drive a hearse to school, G,
with a stiff hangin' out the back
Bitch, you wouldn't know shit about that!
But there's one thing that I hate
It's always been hard for me to find a date ("AHHHHH!") {"B-Bitch."}
'cause I show up nice and neat
'Cause if you know, the Shaggs ain't soft
If you don't like it you can ** OFF!!!

[Violent J]
"What's up? Violent J, the Southwest Juggala.
Y'know what I'm sayin'? I walk into a bitch's house,
walk up to they Moms, grab 'em by the face and say '** offffff!'"

(You and your Momma can suck my dick!)
(You can shake your bitch-ass quick)
(I could give a ** less, G)
('Cause you ain't worth shit to me!)
[End Chorus]

[Violent J]
Violent J, the motha**in', blood-suckin' vampire
Please stomp on my head 'cause it's on fire!
I got another funky rhyme, so lemme kick it

I walk up, like a mental case
and start throwin' left hooks, at ya face
I won't mix no rap with rock-n-roll
..like somebody else I know. {"B-Bitch."}
Bitch boy, you can suck my sack
and after that you can kiss my asscrack
And freaks, you ain't all that
Titties ain't shit but sacs are fat! ("Bitch!")
'Cause if you really wanna know what I think,
I think your neden stank like a fish tank
So in the early cracks of dawn,
take your two fat sacks of shit and get the ** on! ("Hehe, hehehehe!")
Best leave me a dollar for Faygo, bitch,
or I'ma have to bust you in your **in' lips! ("Ha-ha-ha!")
Next time you think I'm soft,
I hope you remember to ** OFF!

(All you bitches hate me anyways..)
(... so you can suck my nuts all day!)
(You can lick my nutsac, Tiffy!)
(Yo, you can suck my **in' dick!)
[End Chorus]

"I'll say one thing, baby.
When Carol said you were a cooky nympho cunt,
she sure as hell wasn't kidding.
Well, that's it 'til next time, bitch!"

[Shaggy2Dope]{Violent J}
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! ** YOU!/("** OFF, BITCH!"){"Y'know what I'm sayin'?"}
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! ** YOU!/{"I-C-P's in tha motha**in' neck town!"}
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! ** YOU!/{"Peace to Atlanta, y'know what I'm sayin'?"}{"Blitz in the motha**in' house!"}("YEAH, MOTHA**A!")
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! ** YOU! {"Atlanta, GA, y'know what I'm sayin'? Toledo!"}
{"Motha**in' Lexington."} ("YEAH! ** OFF!")
{"Motha**in'... you-know-what-I'm sayin'?"}
{"Mo'**in', uh... you-know-what-I'm sayin'?"}
("** OFF!") {"** off, man!"}
** off!
{"Bring it on, bitch!"}

Katakan (Nana)

Na Na ...Na Na..Na..

Kali pertama ku jumpa denganmu
Meluat dengan gelagatmu
Bilaku mula kenali dirimu

Jantung ku mula berdegup laju

Tak tahan getaran yang melanda di hati
Tak pernah kurasakan sebegini

Tak tahan getaran yang melanda di hati
Tak berhenti berpeluh bila kau di sisiku

Lebih seribu kalu cubaku katakan ku suka kamu
Lebih seribu kali juga kau membisu buat tak tahu

Na Na ..Na Na Na..

Tolong katakan tolong beritahu
Jika benar kau suka padaku
Ku Mahu **ng tak berhenti senyum
Makan kenyang tidur pun berlagu

Tahan getaran yang melanda di hati
(Tak tahan getaran yang melanda di hati)
Tak pernah kurasakan sebegini

Tak tahan getaran yang melanda di hati
(Tak tahan getaran yang melanda di hati
Tak berhenti berpeluh bila kau di sisiku

Ulang Korus.

Mic check 1...2
I really wanna be eith you
Hey baby boo
Come and go with me
We're supposed to be
Together, you feelin' me?
I'm like three times better than him
It's little Z
You wanna go with the flow
Let's go
You wanna take it slow

Let's go
YOu know I'm cool with that
Words are hard to suppress
Gotta go through tests
Hey Nana!...Who me! Yeah you, note that
My love's the best!!!

Tolong katakan tolong beritahu
Jika benar kau suka padaku
Jangan kau senyum dan buat tak tahu
Tak kuasa aku nak menunggu

Ulang korus

Lebih baik engkau berterus terang sahaja segala-gala
Jika kau terus membisu buat ku tunggu..ku



En esta parte: Dios te salve María Como Tú, María Virgen de la esperanza María de América Bendita sea tu pureza María de Itatí.

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