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Escuchar Miranda! - Perfecta (Video Clip)


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Eagles Cry (T.O.K.)

Ready when yuh ready top shattas anuh guy
wi ready fi die, wi ready fi die
Sen fi di eagle and di pressure wi apply
wi ready fi die-ieeeeee

True...
Nuff bwoys a pose like a shatta
and haffi hide when di eagle dem fly
Neva yet hear shatta holla
well this is what it sounds like
when di dem eagle fly

Suh wit mi fire pon di hip 29 inna di clip
wi ready fi die, ready fi die, wi ready fi die, ready fi die
wi hear some bwoy a sen threat and neva bus di eagle yet
Some fassy betta know weh dem a try

Yo...
Dem try fi stop mi dem nuh waan si mi guh far
A fassy betta low mi cau mi eagle inna mi car
mi jus touch down now mi ready fi di war
suh mind yuh get a telephone scar
Chuh...
Dem nuh know seh bad bwoy nuh stray lef machine too far
guh buck mi one a way when me and mi hawk dem a par
Di red dot spot him and him still a boots war
A nex dead wannabe star

Nuff bwoy a pose like a Shatta
and haffi hide when di eagle dem fly
neva yet hear shatta holla
well this is what it sounds like
when di eagle dem fly

Suh wit mi fire pon di hip 29 inna di clip
wi ready fi die, ready fi die, wi ready fi die, ready fi die
wi hear some bwoy a sen treat and neva bus di eagle yet
Some fassy betta know weh dem a try

So..Mi tell dem fi cool and dem still a sen treat
a war dem want den a war dem aguh get
Seh dem a bad man and neva bus di eagle yet
a couldn't me dem disrespec

Yo Fassy if a war ting, cut up or scar ting bring it on
9 plus one come di whole a dem a fi you alone
we have a coffin roun-a back wi want yuh fit it on
Yuh coulda name Al Capone it nuh matta wi aguh fling it down

Nuff bwoy a pose like a Shatta
and haffi hide when di eagle dem fly
neva yet hear shatta holla
well this is what it sounds like
when di eagle dem fly

Nuff bwoy a pose like a Shatta
and haffi hide when di eagle dem fly
neva yet hear shatta holla
well this is what it sounds like
when di eagle dem fly

L'Via L'Viaquez (The Mars Volta)

L’ Via
Hija de Miranda
Tu Apellido se cambio
L’ Via
Sin Ojos me quieres dar
Una historia sin mi madre
Solo tengo que desirte
El dolor de noche dice
Solo se quedo el vestido
Le lave la sangre

L’ Via
No dejes de descansar
En la calle caminas
Quien te va a perseguir
L’ Via
Te quieren matar
Dientes de Machete
Cabezas de gallo

L’ Via
Durmiendo en paz
Abre los ojos
Todo cambiara
L’ Via
Sonado de venganza

Y yo te juro
Lo van a pagar
Blackmailed, she fell off every mountain
The ones they tightly wrapped in tape
In her eraser sang the guilty
As it made the best mistakes
And with everybody that I find
And with every claymore that they mine
I won’t forget who I’m looking for
Oh mother help me I’m looking for

L ‘ Via
Hija de Miranda
Tu apellido se cambio
L’ Via
Sin ojos me quieres dar
Una sin mi madre
Solo tengo que desirte
El dolor de noche dice
Solo se quedo el vistido
Le lave la sangre

Blackmailed, she fell off every mountain
The ones they tightly wrapped in tape
In her eraser sang the guilty
As it made the best mistakes
And with everybody that I find
And with every claymore that they mine
I won’t forget who I’m looking for
Oh mother help me I’m looking for
Solo tengo
Uno hora
Y me duermo
Terminado
Por veinte y cinco
Anos pasaron
Siguen los cuerpos
Aqui temblando
Tome la sangre
Comi el cuerpo
Mis lagrimas
Quiebra el espejo

When all the worms come
Crawlin out of your head
Telling you
Don’t be afraid
When all the worms come
Crawlin out of your head
Telling you
Don’t be afraid

Blackmailed she fell off every mountain
The ones they tightly wrapped in tape
In her eraser sang the guilty
As it made the best mistakes
Shark kites got tangled in the moleskin
Urgent plea of escape
A mouth to mouth on the chalkboard
Written in fingernail distaste
And with everybody that I find
And with every claymore that they mine
I won’t forget who I’m looking for
Oh mother help me I’m looking for

Dilema (Papi Sanchez)

Amor por ti
Yo iré hasta el fin
Sanchez yo
Por ti ire al fin.

{Refrain:}
No hay nadie mas que tu
Bajo este cielo azul
Que ilumine como tu
Solo sabes hacerlo con tu luz. {x2}

{au Refrain}

Cuando el corazon siente,
La mente no razona y el juicio no te perdona .
Fijarse en la mujer incorrecta,
Pero el amor decide que es perfecta,
Se complica la situación
Cuando de por medio hay una relación.
Ella te mantiene aunque por emisora
Y para ti se que no funciona.
Se que estas igual cuando me miras cuando hablamos en persona
Tu nunk ni lo mencionas.
No siento envidia de él sino celos por ti .

No sabes lo que eres para mi

{au Refrain}

Amor por ti
Yo iré hasta el fin ,
Sanchez yo,
Por ti iré mas de lo que pensaras

Salgo a verte llegar,
Ya memorize tus horas mi corazón perfora
Y al ver que a veces te trae el fulano
To se bien que lo que siento no es sano pero ahí no lo puse yo
Tu fuiste kien sin darse cuenta me seduciste
O es por coincidencia da la casualidad
De que me ves y pierdes trankilidad.
Me gusta tu estabilidad
Yo kisiera que fueras diferente.
Me pregunta muxa gente que tiene él que no tenga yo pa ti.

No sabes lo que eres para mi

{au Refrain}

Crooked**Nigga (2Pac)




Suddenly I see a nigga I don't like
Got 'em
A smoking**nigga robbed me blind
I got a tek nine now his smoking**is mine
I guess I felt sorry for the bastard, he was broke
I didn't know he smoked so I didn't watch him close
He caught me on the sneak tip
Now the punks in deep shit
Catch him on the streets, bring him to his feet, quick
Pass the clip, I think I see him coming now
** the bullshit, posse deep and lets run him down
Gots to be the first one to hit yah when we meet
Coming quickly up the street, is the punk**police
The first one jumped out and said freeze
I popped him in his knees and shot him punk please
These cops are reminded, and get us as when we rush
Now you clear like a bitch cause you don't know how to hush
Now back to the smoke of the robbery
I tell you like Latifah, mutha-**er give me body
One to the chest, another to his ** dome
Now the shit can rest, yo tell 'em to leave me the ** alone
Two very bloody bodies on the streets
A noisey**cop and a nigga that robbed from me
Well from me, back up punk, how you figure
My fingers on the trigga for you
Crooked**niggas
Crooked**niggas
Criminal Behaviour
Suddenly I see a nigga I don't like
[Stretch]
More to come...

Cheeky Monkey (Artificial Joy Club)

I’ll give back your pogo stick
As soon as you return my wasted time
And then I’ll be fine
I’ll feel so much more nostalgic
As soon as all my cheques are countersigned
I’m sure I’ll be fine
Are you panicking or just groveling?
I want to empathize
So how does it feel
When the guilt bites into your veins?
How does it feel
You cheeky, cheeky little monkey?
How does it feel
When your conscious burns in your brain
I gotta know
How does it feel?
Been there done that don’t like re-runs
If I do I’ll rent the video
And cancel your show
Does somebody need a big hug?
Call me up when I’m in Mexico
Spending your dough
Are you worrying or just sniveling?
I want to empathize
So how does it feel
When the guilt bites into your veins?
How does it feel
You cheeky, cheeky little monkey?
How does it feel
When your conscious burns in your brain
I gotta know
How does it feel?
Are you shivering, are you anything?
I want to empathize
How does it feel?
How does it feel?
How does it feel, cheeky monkey?
I gotta know
So how does it feel
When the knife is stuck in your back?
How does it feel
You cheeky, cheeky little monkey?
How does it feel
When your anger boomerangs you?
I gotta know
How does it feel?
How does it feel?
How does it feel?
How does it feel?
How does it feel?
How does it feel?
I gotta know

Take Stuff From Work (King Missile)

Take stuff from work.
It's the best way to feel better about your job.
Never buy pens or pencils or paper.
Take 'em from work.
Rubber bands, paper clips, memo pads, folders--
Take 'em from work.
It's the best way to feel better about your low pay
and appalling working conditions.
Take an ashtray--they got plenty.
Take coat hangers.
Take a, take a trash can.
Why buy a file cabinet?
Why buy a phone?
Why buy a personal computer or word processor?
Take 'em from work.
I took a whole desk from the last place I worked.
They never noticed and it looks great in my apartment.
Take an electric pencil sharperner.
Take a case of white-out; you might need it one day.
It's your duty as an oppressed worker to steal from your exploiters.
It's gonna be an outstanding day.
Take stuff from work.
And goof off on company time.
I wrote this at work.
They're paying me to write about stuff I steal from them.
Life is good.

The Boss Mobster (Spice 1)




Blaaw!

Verse 1:
Nigga who you think you **in' with?
You ain't no killer I put slugs in niggas opposite leg to get my skrilla
Does a blackflip pull out my gat and blow your**
Twenty paces nine millimeter slugs up in they faces
Ain't no nigga living alive that could vibe
And have me caught up in some bullshit I eat your**up with the full clip
The giggidy giggidy giggidy gangster from the eastside of the Bay
Ballin' outta the hooptie with the 50 clip A.K. Blaaw!
Niggas don't wanna ** with me
Infared was up in your eye when you rolled up to me
I have one bullet up in the chamber ready to put your**to rest
You was strapped with a bullet proff vest and it still went through your chest

You fail to realize the size you **in' with a killer
Boss mobster known to be effective figure (x5)

Hook:
Don't cry when me bleed ya, LR nigga don't let me break you down (x3)

Verse 2:
Don't be **in' with my emotions playa
Cause a nigga will cut your balls off and feed 'em to you
I'd love to do you with this big**tech to get mother**in' respect
Woo-ha put your**in check
Leavin' you hoppin' down the street with half your**hangin' up off your
back
So hold your mother**in' nutsack I'm off the yack nigga
Put your dead homey up in my seat
Open up the door and throw his**out on the concrete
See you can't ** with a killer though
YOu catch me bailin' parlayin' but I have to blast at you nigga though
Keep it on your**on the slundin' with the beenie
Keepin' you mother**ers two dollars short of a martinee
I'm a straight soldier mother**in' player shotcaller boss baller
Poppin' muy **in' collar hopin' you niggas is feelin' me cause I'm born
to die
Catch me runnin' in handcuff don't ask me why

Hook:

Verse 3:
Circular game for murderers coke dealers and deez
Gotta get my uzi for niggas that got that love for me
Gotta pay my dues in this shit can't get the game for free
So at the age of 14 a mother**er was slangin' D
And I've been gang related ever since I came out the womb of my mama
Readly for the mother**in' drama
Seen this Cherokee they start shootin' this bike
Will see I hopped out of the hooptie to take they mother**in' life
Got to bustin' apon they**with the 4-4 watchin' 'em flee
Harder to kill than your average mother**in' G
Suprise niggas I got you cocked up in sight
And Im hopin' I got your punk**won't be makin' home tonight
You cryin' homie that on the reala nigga you fail to realize the size
You **in' with a killer

Hook

I Gotta Love (Jin Tha MC)

Kanye] Yo Jin! We good wit this one, yeah!

[Jin] Good looking Kanye
Ruff Ryder, Roc-A-Fella collabo!
You see, we're the next generation in this rap game
So it's only right we got down like this

[Kanye] Yep! uh oh!

[Chorus - Kanye West] (2x)
I got a love that's better than - you ever was
You've never been - no good for me
I guess I was - just way too hood for you to be with

[Verse - Jin]
Yo I was doing a show with Kanye in the West
Mid that is, so basically the Chi and M.I. is up in the mix
We in the game now, it makes perfect sense
The kid that 'Dropped Outta College', the other never went
We take turns doing our one, two's and yes yes y'alls
Look at shorty with my name, tatted on her breast y'all
Mr. West, what do you think is the best?
(Kanye: Take em backstage, get aquainted that's what I suggest dawg)
When it comes to spittin G, I'm one of the best y'all
She look goods, smell clean and she had fresh draws
Naw, that's too good to be
Usually them type of chicks ain't good for me, no!

[Chorus]

[Verse - Jin]
I got a - way with words, I use words in ways
I convince birds to come out they cage and play
Polly want a Gucci Parka, ma what did you say?
Polly might get a ** ain't no trickin today, hey
But anyway though, she got it on smash like mashed potatoes
High class with a**that'll smash on J. Lo
Lay low, got Play-Doh, stash the payroll
Ain't no - credit card, spendin cash on Rodeo
And me? I'm at the Slausson Swap Meet
Lookin for a pair of Air One's and white tee's
She want champagne, I got Sisco and Kool-Aid
Why go to the movies? let's watch the bootleg

[Chorus]

[Verse - Jin]
Girl I don't wear Prada, never met Gucci
Or wore Versake [Versace], y'all is too boughi
We all know Kanye is Mr. Louis Vuitton
But if I see a L and a V, I'd think that it's on
That's what my old chick used to clash with me
(Jin, why'd you get this fake Louis bag for me?)
Actually, you should be happy I purchased that
I take this as a sign, you don't want the matching hat
Huh, I'm too gutter, you more Parkay with yours
I'm more I can't believe it's not butter
What the - other - suckas do for love is a damn shame
I got a new significant other cause plans change

[Chorus]

[Outro - Jin] (girl)
(I got a love) it's over girl!
(You ever was) I thought me and you was it
(No good for me) But obviously, things ain't work out
(I got a love) And I know when you see this video
(You ever was) First thing you gon do is pick up that cell phone
(No good for me) Go to Jay, hah

Take It How You Want It (Young Gunz)

[Whipser] Rocafella's the army kid.

[Verse 1]
[Chris]
Your digits ain’t rising fam its like you're lactose and tolerant. We got fridges for
the taliban load attire man, betta keep ya set up, million dolla man soon to be we next up, get
wet up I been fresh since a little one bitch I school the others travel from the little gun
force ones. See my rocket’s set?, speak my name and I cock it wet. How can I forget see the
game she the same I tried to get back in grats HEY. Man them bitches bought the gift and the
curse and heard the verse off the track HEY. Bitches please same C wont gas ME. Your boy's
classy for those who don't know Chris. He like Hypnotics mixed with Henney he's ferocious
toasters right beside and clip extending ya suppose to open fire on any nigga that approach us
** roaches most of my niggas from the pro-jects 40-o-ez ** a Moette. Mo' money mo' **
no more stress. And for the cut I take it out on my ememies, taking out all my enemies, any
coward a friend to me, if he bring the pain, we bringing flowers and memories and that's real
press my hand and see if my cards reveal. Had to see some of the hardest squeal. Ya'll guard ya
grill.

[Chorus]
[Chris (Neef)]
(Got a) Whole lot of loving. (Got a) Whole lot of soul. (Round a) Whole lot of
thuggin' but baby that's how I roll. (Round a) Whole lot of niggas. (Round a) Whole lot of
hoes. (Make a) Whole lot of digits becuz I'm sick with the flows. (Mamis) leaving they niggas
(yeah). Leave wit a nigga (yeah). They like oh that's that young nigga that Sigel be with
(yeah). I think he ready ohh girl I gotta roll it up. They be like bitch you can get it long as
you old enough.

[Verse 2]
[Sparks]
Block ? Yeah nigga. I can tell you why these thugs ride tell you why these thugs die.
And to the day of my demise I'm blowing, I’m blowing my la-la-la-la-la-la, till' I come in off
this high. Till these polies appahend me? Till these pricks still to me I'm doing me. I'm
running crazy thru the city with the two and letting my thing quake on these noonies for even
think that they can do me dirty. I'm nine cluching on the west side of Philly exchanging my war
story with all of my little homies playing the MOB. Who just refuse to get a job so they back
and forth in and out of these correctional facilities. I'm getting phone calls from me? every
week laughing talking bout how the whole block feeling me. And how when he coming home he ride
for me. See that used to be me so I feel him I got love. Got a...

[Chorus]
[Chris (Neef)]
(Got a) Whole lot of loving. (Got a) Whole lot of soul. (Round a) Whole lot of
thuggin' but baby that's how I roll. (Round a) Whole lot of niggas. (Round a) Whole lot of
hoes. (Make a) Whole lot of digits becuz I'm sick with the flows. (Mamis) leaving they niggas
(yeah). Leave wit a nigga (yeah). They like oh that's that young nigga that Sigel be with
(yeah). I think he ready ohh girl I gotta roll it up. They be like bitch you can get it long as
you old enough.

[Verse 3]
[Neef]
Yo same o’ same o’ they want me to work more just a year ago they ain’t give ** bout
boy. As far as the bank you can’t get a penny up out yours so don’t tell me shit about family
we starvin’. You helped me stay in this group, I beg your pardon I started this before Chris
nigga don’t forget make he come off the hip on what you saying out cha lips. Swelling on the
past there’s no telling if I’m blast. Put it back in bags still selling to the mass. You move
fast might crash, so I move at my own pace, ain’t no love loss cause I got my own taste. You
don’t put no working hands on my plate, to me that shit is snake. Them referreds? tell me sleep
safe. But wait shhhhhhh. You niggas cake we don’t need no fifths my niggas wiring up the shit
while we tieing up the strip. Got a...

[Chorus]
[Chris (Neef)]
(Got a) Whole lot of loving. (Got a) Whole lot of soul. (Round a) Whole lot of
thuggin' but baby that's how I roll. (Round a) Whole lot of niggas. (Round a) Whole lot of
hoes. (Make a) Whole lot of digits becuz I'm sick with the flows. (Mamis) leaving they niggas
(yeah). Leave wit a nigga (yeah). They like oh that's that young nigga that Sigel be with
(yeah). I think he ready ohh girl I gotta roll it up. They be like bitch you can get it long as
you old enough.

[Verse 4]
[Chris]
Exclusive nigga take it how you want it man take it from the gunners ememies won’t
dispute us (nope). They liking heat like in Bermuta, I mack a broad out in Cuba. Touch ya boss
then recruit cha. Neva lost ain’t a loser, been all around the world wit my nigga Jigga ya’ll
chicken scoopers plenty of times, she ain’t getting a penny of mine, I turn your buns into the
cinnamon kind wit one shot, that one block still a envy of mine, like I ain’t come from the
same, I can’t run from the pain nigga, I ain’t run from a thing home they act a fool when they
get hot. I turn the sun into rain though something the game lost another one to the game. So
when bodies drop nuttin ashame. Just a big payback boy ya handguns’ll bring the big K’s back.
And spray back about a hundred and change.

[Chorus]
[Chris (Neef)]
(Got a) Whole lot of loving. (Got a) Whole lot of soul. (Round a) Whole lot of
thuggin' but baby that's how I roll. (Round a) Whole lot of niggas. (Round a) Whole lot of
hoes. (Make a) Whole lot of digits becuz I'm sick with the flows. (Mamis) leaving they niggas
(yeah). Leave wit a nigga (yeah). They like oh that's that young nigga that Sigel be with
(yeah). I think he ready ohh girl I gotta roll it up. They be like bitch you can get it long as
you old enough.

[Verse 5]
[Chris (background)]
You dudes ain’t bout nuttin’ (yeah) but you front and you’re lame (yeah).
Since I was young and if I want it I claim and I got that. Niggas start blobbin’ off names
where my block at. So I got a spot in the game off my profit. And I lock that ya’ll cant do it
no betta so why not get. Soon to be legends Roc-A-Fella's the label, Property's the crew that
I'm reppin’, two in possession like who wanna test us..HUH?

You dudes ain’t bout nothing but you front and you’re lame. Since I was young and if I want
it I claim and I got that. Niggas start blobbin’ off names where my block at. So I got a spot
in the game off my profit (snitches). And I lock that ya’ll cant do it no betta so why not get.
Soon to be legends Roc-A-Fella's the label, Property's the crew that I'm reppin’, two in
possession like who wanna test us..HUH? NUCCA WHAT? WA?

oye gatica (jake el arquitecto)

Oye Gatica (Coro) (Jake el Arquitecto) Llego a la disco y te veo Verte perrear es lo que quiero A mi lado te tengo No veo el momento en que mis brazos estés Pa darte tra tra tra hasta el amanecer Tú sabes lo que voy hacer contigo Una noche completa de placer Te voy a enloquecer I (Dj Yugo) Sigo aquí en la disco Te voy a dar más de un mordisco Desde que te vi bailar aquí allá Solo deseo que conmigo vengas a perrear No me importa si con tu novio estas Yo solo quiero sacarte a bailar Y si tu novio se llegue a tirar El corillo y yo le vamos a dar Tu sabes que no ando con juego ma’ Esta noche nos vamos a fuego ma’ Y de seguro te va a gustar El Yugo te va a probar Ra… II (Jake el Arquitecto) Oye gatica vente conmigo Para hacerte el amor al amanecer Y sin dudas ma vas a enloquecer Tu cuerpo con el mió hace la escultura perfecta Sin dudas a la disco A perrear la noche entera (Coro) Jake el Arquitecto Llego a la disco y te veo Verte perrear es lo que quiero A mi lado te tengo No veo el momento en que mis brazos estés Pa darte tra tra tra hasta el amanecer Tú sabes lo que voy hacer contigo Una noche completa de placer Te voy a enloquecer Oye gatica vente conmigo Para hacerte el amor al amanecer (bis) “Jake el Arquitecto Dj Yugo La Maestría Recordz No hay pa nadie pa Oíste”


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