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Escuchar Frio Frio Marlon Salsa Romantica


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Karen By Night (Jill Sobule)

Karen, she's my boss at the shoe store
We sell to the rich on Madison Avenue
I come in late from Brooklyn on the F train
Karen says "honey, make this your last time"
But we like her, she's firm but approachable
Dresses in style, pretty conservative
We ask her, "hey, come out with us after work"
Karen she always declines

And we talk about
Karen by night
We imagine she must lead a very dull life
With just a cat and a book by her side
We know her by day but we don't know
Karen by night

In the stockroom searching for a 9B
I overheard Karen whisper on the phone
She said, "Meet me at the club
There's a shipment coming in
And I can't pull this one off alone"
Well, I didn't know what to think
Was my mind playing tricks?
Was there more to this Karen then realized?
I had to know so I followed her home
I could not believe my eyes

And then I saw
Karen by night
The leather comes out under the moonlight
Takes off her Chanel and hops on her bike
Looking like young Marlon Brando
Karen by night

Saw her leaning on the bar with a drink in hand
And a cigarette dangling from her bright red lips
She looked like she was looking for someone
Like she was looking for a fight
Then a young blonde buck walked in
She grabbed him by the collar
Kissed him hard on the mouth
And slapped him on the cheek
Then I thought she spied me in the corner of her eye
So I ran outside, but all night all I could think about was

Karen by night

The next morning, I'm late as usual
Karen's there fresh as a daisy
She says with a smile, "You look like hell
And where were you last night?"

Karen by night
Imagine she must lead a very dull life
With just a cat or a book by her side
We know her by day but we don't know
Karen by night
The leather comes out under the moonlight
Takes off her Chanel and hops on her bike
Looking like Marlon Brando
Looking like young Marlon Brando
Wish I could be more like
Karen by night

Looking like young Marlon Brando
Not like the old fat Marlon Brando in Apocalypse Now
Karen by Night

Salsa (311)

We were born in the seventies
The rippin' and rhyming and brethren, see
We're filling, taste great
In the old school, I was eight
For the new school, I was late
But in high school, I was debate
I rate in the great state of California
I'm warning ya
Je vais a la plage parce que le guignol est chouette!
I kick nonsense in French, tasty like Crepe Suzette
I bet you're feeling famished for a 311 sandwich Not the w** DJ's that I'm a damage
I like a beat that's unique and, yes, I like my head zooming
And in my Continental, you know that shit's booming
With the diamond in the back, suicide doors
You can look from here to eternity
And never receive your morsel

Another tale of ordinary madness:
The girl who gave you her ** I heard was homeless, say
All I really wanna is to feel nirvana
Won't you take me tonight and we just might find
A bottle of wine and feel our nasty nature
Your tongue lickin' up my tongue
Your radio pickin' up a smoky, jazz love song Madness becomes you even though you're
Livin' life, it's hard to exist when you're tempted
By flesh, you wanna bust through
Beautiful legs in the bar, there is poetry
She bends and suspends and her ass
Is a marvelous thing
A dance dancin' at a club the Hereafter
Who can't really dance but that doesn't really matter
And she won't hear applause
'Cuz your drunk and lost
All light is gone
Your arms spread like a cross
And you're dreaming that the world
Will soon fall apart
Topless girl in your gaze which is hazy
Takes your dollar in the gutter without cigarettes
Or wine you're hung over I was warned of your normal
Behavior and felt my life was too short to Consider your w** self
It's like this when you dip down
And you are boxin'
Reeling against the ropes and you
Face some young Mexican
You're scrappin' your neck gets
Snapped back, your nose have bled
You're thinkin' about a comeback
But you're takin' it to the head
You little bastard, better watch your back
'Cause we're after your punk ass
By God, we're gonna jack it
Your journey is small time, and your show is over
You're 'bout as lucky as a three leaf clover
And you're older, ho bag sceezer in her droopy, saggy skin
Who thought she was a model, but, in truth, a never-has-been
You both are fools, you and your cheap rooms, too
The cigar biting your lips the way love used to

Here We Come (Molotov)

si tu no awantas bara en la carrilla que te karGa te kaGas de la leche
y sumas peor que leche
amarGa juntos celebremos si te enchilas o te ardes no es que no nos importe
sino que nos vale madre.
El pongase flojito mientras yo lo pendejeo
Uste no diga frio no diga papa soy feo
Tiramos puro carro a ver a quien le queda el saco
Y si fumamos el tapete es porque se acabo el tabaco, guey.

Here we kum and we don't care mucho
If you know what they wanna
they just want your tepalcuana mana
Here we kum and we don't care nacha
Let's make baro baro hacer baro baro baro hacer
Here comes la bomb so how you gonna stop it now

Vamos a hacerle el paro haciendo un disco no muy caro
Venimos decididos a quedarnos con tu baro
Vender miles de albumz a los fresas we just wanna
Rayarles sus ropitas y quedarnos con su lana
Encarreraderazos de bajada y sin frenos
Somos los feos y malos somos amigos del bueno
Somos los que en la playa chingan los planes chingones
Somos los superchilangos entre tu y tus vacaciones, guey.

Here we kum and we don't care mucho
If you know what they wanna
they just want your tepalcuana mana
Here we kum and we don't care nacha
Let's make baro baro hacer baro baro baro hacer
Here comes la bomb so how you gonna stop it now

Se Eu Fosse Um Dia o Teu Olhar (Pedro Abrunhosa)

Frio
O mar
Por entre o corpo
Fraco de lutar
Quente,
O chão
Onde te estendo
Onde te levo a razão.
Longa a noite
E só o sol
Quebra o silêncio,
Madrugada de cristal.
Leve, lento, nu, fiel
E este vento
Que te navega na pele.
Pede-me a paz
Dou-te o mundo
Louco, livre assim sou eu
(Um pouco +...)
Solta-te a voz lá do fundo,
Grita, mostra-me a cor do céu.

Se eu fosse um dia o teu olhar,
E tu as minhas mãos também,
se eu fosse um dia o respirar
E tu perfume de ninguém.
Se eu fosse um dia o teu olhar,
E tu as minhas mãos também,
se eu fosse um dia o respirar
E tu perfume de ninguém.

Sangue,
Ardente,
Fermenta e torna aos
Dedos de papel.
Luz,
Dormente,
Suavemente pinta o teu rosto a
pincel.
Largo a espera,
E sigo o sul,
Perco a quimera
Meu anjo azul.
Fica, forte, sê amada,
Quero que saibas
Que ainda não te disse nada.
Pede-me a paz
Dou-te o mundo
Louco, livre assim sou eu
(Um pouco +...)
Solta-te a voz lá do fundo,
Grita, mostra-me a cor do céu.

Refrão

Freeks (Sporty Thievz)




uh uh F! uh uh uh R! uh uh uh uh double E! uh oh KS!

Chorus:
(Freeks!) Everybody got a freek in 'em some with deep in 'em
(Freeks!) 'specially these women just put the dieeck in 'em
(They all Freeks!) Get em horny enuff they'll bug out and flip shit!
(Freeks!) I know chicks that'll suck the blood out your dick

(King Kirk)
I got this freek that'll suck you off in the movie theater
so good that the cats near her, hear her and wanna share her
Mascara on my zipper, then twist and flip her
Hit her like a babysitter watchin' a motion picture
Niggas think she's a stripper by her hips and tits
bitch is so terrific cops don't give her tickets
they all wanna hit it, dyke chicks wanna kiss her
sip her like li-quor, panhandle this tipper
??release mo' and critter??, but I aint no tricker
I'm the nigga that she blowed and showed me what they give her
Deviler me food and come to my house **, rude
while we screwed, be on the phone with a dude
Freak bitch, smellin' like Vic' Secret, peep this!
Wanted an Eclipse sucked the dealer's dick
and he leased it, bitch pussy longer than tape measure
on point like lie detectors, deeper and wetter than pirate treasures

Chorus (2x)

(Marlon Brando)
If you think im suckin' where I'm **in', freek, you crazy
My only MO with the freeks, hit the cheeks then im swazy, baby
Theres nuthin' finer when Im drillin' your vagina,
daddy's steamin' from the semen you spit up on the recliner
Girl, listen your bus money's on the dresser better breeze
Cause I'm expectin my main squeeze any minute now
I don't want this shit to hit the fan, what part don't you understand
Get the ** out!, see that's your problem bitch
I'm not deaf dumb and blind, you's a deuce perp-in a dime
Huh, a waste of time, I've got nuthin but dick for you tricks
Sctin shy knowin damn well you suck like the Knicks
On the real if my girl walk in your**is grass (grass),
You won't be the first or the last (last)
I heard a door slam, damn you bitch, I'm caught!
It gets realer, when my girl walks in she said, "I'ma kill her!"

Chorus (2x)

(Big Dubez)
While ??Masai?? chase the cat, its nuthin but the dog in me
Sporty orgies, topless girls ?recordin? me, they keep callin me
I'ma end up getting wet, pouring Moet down the freaky bitch's neck
These hoes be two timin', 24K shinin, in the Lex
They ** drive spent all day climbin
On the strength, only freeks go on a length to know the pimps
givin hints roll the tints, down fast, to show the links
Talk about "Psst, what up? nigga what you doin' later?"
hotels with the cater, you blew, screwed and ate her but Brando made her
Freaky hoe got it hot, she ??bock-a-bocked?? the cocks
of the whole Roc-A-Blok, it ain't nuthin but a Thief thing
Stole your virginity, so let me keep the G-string
Damn you ruffed them handcuffs, you got the dumb
dick in your mouth, I forgot to tell you I was bout to cum
You **in freek!

Chorus 2x

F!, R!, double E!, KS!

Chorus

Nahmean? uh uh uh uh uh-uh
Sporty Thievz, Roc-A-Blok
King Kirk, Meckanics, Marlon Brando, Shotcallers
Big Dubez, Y-O,

We all freeks, they all freeks!
(fade out)

Propose a Toast (Sporty Thievz)

(To the one who we all love the most)
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
This joint is dedicated to everybody dead and gone
Everybody gettin it on
Everybody locked up
Everybody on the curb
Everybody in the struggle
It's gon' be aight
We proposin a toast for all a y'all
This one's for y'all man, for everybody, Yo

I neva know when it's my last shot to hug my pops
A smart, hard workin mechanic, who loved his shop
Always told me he lookin out on what's best for me
And use the best of my descretion on my destiny
And all during this phase, you expected straight A's
I had F's, absences, and thirty late days
I understood you thought about, puttin your son in the car
Dad you know I'm sorry you had to find that gun in my drawer
But why order me, tell me school was top priority
Givin mad hints, thinkin like it's got to more to me
Comin home from work, sometime ya mood was stable
Stressed out, just able to keep food on the table
And the way you handle things was like 'Marlon, I'm here to help'
Moms be like 'I'm yellin for my health wit a belt'
I'm tryna' share this wealth, besides my mom and my girl
I propose this toast to the greatest dad in the world

(Hook) 2x
Propose a toast if they here or not here
All my niggas throw them bottles in the motha**in air
Dead and gone or alive gettin it on
Coast to coast, propose a toast, and God Bless
(We propose a toast to those
All the ones we love the most)

(Wassup Hap, chillin?)
Same ol', same ol'
You know, tryna' turn this block into a volcano
Blow it up!
Sayin though, wassup wit you
How's the crew and mom dukes
(They aight)
True, true
Me, well, you know my moms died
It's aight, go 'head and cry
You get over it as time flies
I did
(Tears slid from his eylid
He got silent, then he said violent)
My mom's is all I had!
Time to pick the clip up, and do stick ups
To cream whip up and somethin's triple up
Been skippin up all nickled up
Neck icecicled up, best part is
Yo, I don't give a **!
Kirk, you still rhymin?
I see you got diamonds
Look like sales is climbin
Nigga, look at you smilin
Kirk before I go, let me give this a cross
At my wake, have my shirt off, and two bottles of Smirnoff
Propose me a toast, I love you, adios

(Hook)

You was that nigga B
And I miss you to death
I couldn't maintain the pain when you left, e'ry breath
A real nigga to the bone, but God called you home
I know you B, know you oversea watchin over me
We became cool when I used to cut school
You were there to care, told me that my peoples upstairs
Lookin out for me, and it wasn't even on yet
Comin home wit freaks, I'm like 'Gene, are they gone yet?'
Gave me the green light dude, go 'head and bang
I ring ya buzzer if they come back, so do ya thang
From there on it was gravy
The Wreckin Crew makin hits, shit spittin in ya crib all crazy
Ain't enough balls to express holdin stress
Never the less, Gene, you was the motha**in best
So I bring it to a closing
Them bitch niggas stopped ya time
But they can't stop this toast I'm proposin

(Hook) 4x

(talking)
Yeah, Yeah
This joint right here is dedicated to my man Showtime
My motha**in man Q
My man Gene Gotti
My cousin Ray, Jr.
All my niggas locked up that I ain't neva gon' see no more
All my niggas in the struggle
Yo this one's for y'all man
Word up

Yo, yo, propose a toast to all the homeless
Propose a toast to my father man
My man J Black
Aight
Ya'nah'mean
Mr. Dorsey
Everybody out there on the corners
Propose a toast, we proposin a toast for all a y'all man
Throw them bottles in the air, aight
Word up, propose a toast

Raw Footage (Sporty Thievz)

Chorus:
Yo, it's raw footage
Uncut like four hookers
We're stealin and killin and ball ¡®til the law book us
We [?????] your [?????] like
Uh-oh to y'all crookers
Like no-gooders
Keep knockin' if y'all wit' us

[Marlon Brando]
Yo, runnin through life with pharaohs in Babylon
Like serial killers, I'm on some shit they be on
Hidin' out in Lebanon
House with the intercom
Niggas is wild John to see the sinister on
Money like Maffia
[???] and [????]
¡®Til feds get wise on ya
Change your face move to Bosnia
Czechoslovakia
With Jamal's girl's shape on
And more make-up on
Talkin' to Liz Claiborne
Marlon Brando at the table with the large cat
Holdin' a raw pack
Vietnamese straw hat
Smellin' ** in the Lex'
Contracts with death threats
Tryin' to stop my breath
With holes in my left chest
Marlon, crazy Harlem
Ballin' with Nicaraguans
Plan's complex - enough to shake Kuwait squadrons
Cuban sergeant - you get kissed on both cheeks
Welcome to the family - if not then where you wan' eat?
We in the Al Capone Suite - La Fam' and my bed lady
My sweaters shed crazy - 180 below the red Avery
I'm tryin' to see Dynasty
And ain't nothin' stoppin me
From private property
With the glass roof on top of me
Cut, cut!

Chorus x2

[Big Dubez]
Uh, uh, Raw Footage nigga, Sporty Thievs, Big Dubez, uh-huh, Big Dubez, check it... Uh oh!

Check it -
It's hard to shake these demons after me
When all I want is more cream than Master P
Big D-U-B, man it's never easy
Being a C-Z-A-R
Feel me, play-er?
A million ways to eat - do you know what they are?
You wit' the A-Team or is you hatin' like they are?
** ¡®em all - red my rings, dread my stings
Dead my flings - cop ? and spread my wings
See, life's a bitch and I hit ¡®er for one thing
Long-dick her ¡®til I hear her sing
¡°Ch-ching ch-ching!¡±
Busta Bus' made it clear to me
Rob a club, ¡°put your hands where my eyes can see¡±
Leave ¡®em there
Nigga outsmart me? I ain't the one you can smart-out
And that box you layin' in, nigga? It's where you left a part out
Nigga, eat your heart out
Either forfeit or hold it
All you hearin' is ¡°Them Thief mother**ers, yo they stole it¡±

Chorus x2

[King Kirk]
Yeah - it's that steel bird nigga - King Kirk**nigga - Sporty Thievs mother**ers - yeah - y'all niggas is crazy, straight up - How we gon' do this? Which one of y'all niggas think you can ** around? You?

Niggas wake up, so we can get this cake up
Sums we can break up
And hold so much weight we take space up
Stay truck
Mad hoes stay **ed - say what?
I'm in y'all bitch niggas face like make-up
Straight up - we can spar ¡®til we see Allah
Or take it to the FDR ¡®til one of us wrecks they car
A matter of fact, we can scrap on the traintracks
And the loser lays flat and get his frame smacked
¡°What's your name, black?¡±
Most niggas call me Selfish
<?>But when I get this g**eight with purple thongs<?>, call me ¡°Welch's¡±
Kirk's the type did a perp' with your wife
On turnpikes with dirtbikes
No shirts, with ice
Word life - so hot I could flame-throw
Chain glow - like sunshowers, so when it's bright the ice rainbow(Bling!)
Cats is wired like phone poles
Instead of throwin' blows
They let chrome go
And duck po-po
And play low-pro
In the next state
¡®Til Jake see ¡®em in the lake with eight in they chest-plate
Niggas test weight when you play they ¡®hood like it's all good
Start blowin' like Suge and your dashboard's all wood
Rims 18 inch
And your boys switch cars
Like rich stars
Drinkin' liquor in strip bars
Puffin' cigars
You won't get far - ¡®fore they stop you
Watch you, then bop through on a late night and pop you(bow!)
Brag they shot you and celebrate
Make their props elevate - from featherweight to heavyweight
I know cats that talk with they mouths closed like Garfield
Speak on hard steel
That'll make you cartwheel over the guard-rail
Cut, cut, cut, cut!
Niggas can't ** around, cut, cut!

Chorus x2

[Tragedy Khadafi]
Yeah, yeah...
Sporty Thievs...
Iron Sheiks...
Q.B....
Yo, yo yo yo yo...
Yo, it's funny how the world revolve around CREAM
On the streets you was a king with one team
Now you're in a cell praying to the Unseen
Drag queen - murderous thugs and foul schemes
Gettin' your back torn out with loud screams
While I'm on the scene with rings and nice things
Nothing compares to the heat my gat' bring
Swervin' - black suburban. wrapped in turban
Puttin' work in - pop charts plus the urban
Niggas love it - hear my shit and wanna thug it
Have y'all niggas goin' to war, tryin' to slug it
Sporty Thievs - Iron Sheiks and Ski beats
Go together - like dimes and silk sheets
Still creep - daishiki get left leaky
Who you wit? Thug shit wit' [?????]
Mahdi - Q.B. - El-Khadafi
Holdin' plastic ¡®89s in a drop three
Yeah - (who you wit?) - Iron Sheiks, Sporty Thievs, y'all niggas know

Alem Do Arco-Iris (Marli)

Passando pelo tunel
Indo pra Salvador
Me ajeitei na carroceria
Enquanto voce olhava pra mim
O dia estava indo embora
E eu sabia que algo bom
Estava nos esperando
E fiz um desejo para uma estrela
E derramo as minhas lagrimas
Tentando te esquecer
Nossa historia foi tao linda
Ate voce me perder
Achei que eu poderia ir
Alem do arco-iris com voce

Planos que nos fizemos
No posto de seu Cristovao
Ele fez um desconto
Eu disse que ao chegar la
Conseguiria um lugar
Quem sabe na Boca do Rio
Voce riu da minha cara
Isso me cortou como um vento frio

E derramo as minhas lagrimas
Tentando te esquecer
Nossa historia foi tao linda
Ate voce me perder
Achei que eu poderia ir
Alem do arco-iris com voce

Manha Submerca (Xutos & Pontapes)

O frio aperta na manha submersa
entra a neblina com o sol a nascer
contando os passos para se entreter
la vai ele, ainda a sonhar

Nao sabe o nome mas conhece o cheiro
quando ela entrar no apeadeiro
talvez mais tarde quando a escola acabar
mesmo a saída, a bola a girar
ela apareca e ele consiga falar

A rapariga saiu da escola
viu os rapazes a jogar a bola
passou por eles, houve um que sorriu
nao ligou, e a rua subiu

So mais tarde, ja ao deitar
olhou o espelho onde foi encontrar
o amor escondido e entao sorriu

Pátria Que Me Pariu (Gabriel O Pensador)

Uma prostituta chamada Brasil se esqueceu de tomar a pílula e a barriga cresceu
Um bebê não estava nos planos dessa pobre meretriz de dezessete anos
Um aborto era uma fortuna e ela sem dinheiro
Teve de tentar fazer um aborto caseiro
Tomou remédio, tomou cachaça, tomou purgante
Mas a gravidez era cada vez mais flagrante
Aquele filho era pior que uma lumbriga
Ela pediu prum mendigo esmurrar sua barriga
E a cada chute que levava o moleque revidava lá de dentro
Aprendeu a ser um feto violento
Um feto forte, escapou da morte
Não se sabe se foi muito azar ou muita sorte
Mas nove meses depois foi encontrado, com fome e com frio, abandonado num terreno baldio

Pátria que me pariu!
Quem foi a pátria que me pariu?!
Pátria que me pariu!
Quem foi a pátria que me pariu?!
Pátria que me pariu!
Quem foi a pátria que me pariu?!
Pátria que me pariu!
Quem foi a pátria que me pariu?!


A criança é a cara dos pais mas não tem pai nem mãe
Então qual é a cara ca criança?
A cara do perdão ou da vingança?
Será a cara do desespero ou da esperança?
Num futuro melhor, um emprego, um lar ...
Sinal vermelho, não dá tempo pra sonhar
Vendendo bala, chiclete ...
"Num fecha o vidro que eu num sou pivete
Eu num vou virar ladrão se você me der um leite, um pão,
um video-game e uma televisão
Uma chuteira e uma camisa do mengão
Pra eu jogar na seleção, que nem o Ronaldinho
Vou pra copa. Vou pra Europa ...
" - Coitadinho! Acorda, moleque!
Cê num tem futuro! Seu time não tem nada a perder
E o jogo é duro!
Você num tem defesa, então ataca!
Pra num sair de maca
Chega de bancar o babaca
"Eu num agüento mais dar murro em ponta de faca
E tudo o que eu tenho é uma faca na mão
Agora eu quero o queijo.
Cadê? Tô cansado de apanhar, Ta na hora de bater!"

Pátria que me pariu!
Quem foi a pátria que me pariu?!
Pátria que me pariu!
Quem foi a pátria que me pariu?!
Pátria que me pariu!
Quem foi a pátria que me pariu?!
Pátria que me pariu!
Quem foi a pátria que me pariu?!

Mostra a tua cara moleque! Devia tá na escola
Mas tá cheirando cola, fumando um beck, vendendo brizola e crack
Nunca joga bola mas tá sempre no ataque
Pistola na mão, moleque sangue-bom
É melhor correr porque lá vem o camburão
É matar ou morrer!
São quatro contra um (- Eu me rendo!!)
Bum! Clá-clá!Bum!Bum!Bum!
Boi, boi, boi da cara preta
Pega essa criança com um tiro de escopeta
Calibre doze, na cara do brasil
Idade: catorze Estado civil: morto
Demorou, mas a sua pátria mãe gentil conseguiu realizar o aborto.

Pátria que me pariu!
Quem foi a pátria que me pariu?!
Pátria que me pariu!
Quem foi a pátria que me pariu?!
Pátria que me pariu!
Quem foi a pátria que me pariu?!
Pátria que me pariu!
Quem foi a pátria que me pariu?!


Video


Marlon de su Album Homenaje a Juan Luis Guerra Nos Trae este tema "FRIO FRIO"en version Salsa.




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