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Escuchar Anisoara Pitesti 10


Letras

Montana (Venus Hum)

Panic start it's 8o'clock 28
Mach 10 to get to the school on time
Throw a dress on over my head
Jump in my freedom ride
Fill me up with sound
The world sings with me a million smiles an hour
I can see me dancing on my radio
I can hear you singing in the blades of grass
Yellow dandelions on my way to school
Big Beautiful Sky!

Panic start it's just enough, a little, too late
Park calls!
I'll not go to school today
Throw a bright pink dress over my red head
Go to Saint Mary's Lake
Fill me up with sound
The world sings with me a million smiles an hour
I can see me dancing on my radio
I can hear you singing in the blades of grass
Yellow dandelions on my way to school
Big Beautiful Sky!

Odalisque (The Decemberists)

they've come to find you odalisque
as the light dies horribly
on a fire escape you walk
all rare and resolved to drop

and when they find you odalisque
they will rend you terribly
stitch from stitch til all
your linen and limbs will fall

lazy lady had a baby girl
and a sweet sound it made
raised on pradies, peanut shells and dirt
in the railroad cul-de-sac

and what do we with 10 baby shoes
a kit bag full of marbles
and a broken billiard cue? what do we do?

fifteen stitches will mend those britches right
and then rip them down again
sapling switches will rend those rags alright
what a sweet sound it makes

and what do we do with 10 dirty jews
a thirty-ought full of rock salt
and a warm afternoon? what do we do?

lay your belly under mine
you're ** under me, under me
such a filthy dimming shine
the way you kick and scream, kick and scream

and what do we do with ten baby shoes
a kit bag full of marbles
and a broken billiard cue? what do we do?

lazy lady had a baby girl, and a sweet sound it made

Cliffhanger (Shadow Gallery)

I remember there were
Fights and screaming in the streets that night
I had to run from the
Insinuations all about my life
It didn't matter I was
Armed and ready I was on the run
Up in the mountains I've got
Food and shelter I'm a loaded gun
Steal away into the hills
My world is turning
Secrecy becomes my mask
My cloak and dagger

I'm not so sure that I enjoy this journey
They've got their guns to my head
I turn myself into the black of darkness
They chase their shadows instead

That night my contact
Took me to the place where the preacher lived
He gave me serum
And he blessed my mission helped me get my grip
Back to the mountains for the
Codes and weapons and my boarder pass
10,000 foot the rocks are
Sheets of ice shards of broken glass

All alone I cannot rest
Hear them behind me
The hunt is on the chase is near
But I start sliding

I always thought this was a crystal palace
Could be my tomb instead
Three fingers cling to an icy cliff
Looks like some change ahead

10 To 10 (J. Armen)

sweet dream don't let me rise awake not yet
young boy's fairy tale come to life come alive
sweet dream think I've found someone else in me
before I awake I'm free


it's ten to ten darling wake up
I had a dream about someone who drove me mad
hoping you wouldn't mind
you have your share of my life
do you care what I do
while I'm asleep next to you
can't help it if I do

sweet dream how could you let me rise awake
then slip away big mistake of mine
sweet dream I've been confined to nights alone without you
that's why I've been so blue

it's ten to ten darling wake up
I had a dream and it may never come again
hoping you wouldn't mind
you have your share of my life
do you care what I do
while I'm asleep next to you
can't help it if I do

it's ten to ten won't you wake up
I had a dream and it may drive you up a wall
do you care what I do
while I'm asleep next to you
or do you dream of someone else
then lie while we are face to face
then leave me if you do

what would your love be like?
what would your love feel like?
what would your love see in me?

Ghetto Like (Masta Ace)

(Masta Ace)
its tha bass
in yo face

Yo yo yo
YEAH!!!
1,2 1,2 uh thousand
M.A, uh it dont stop uh
it dont stop uh
yeah another one nigga wat!
Another one

[Verse 1]
M.A, I ride these tracks wit no pedels
and hold medels, since I was born i've been so ghetto
I grew up in the projects called Howitt
and if you ran from a fight, you was a coward, and got devoured
Since then, aint much change as far as I go
Accept that, I dont eat pork and I do Tybo
Still ghetto like old sneakers an new strings
or a little baby with a chain, and a few rings
I'm ghetto like a Lucy Newport
I'm ghetto like smokin' weed, drivin' through Oakland pumpin' Too $hort
A long with a few quatres, and a six-pack of St.I'z
Tha same guyz that always get high, off what you bought
I'm ghetto like turning your channels with a pair of pylers
Alotta cats claim that they ghetto, but they're liars
It's plain to see, I'm so ghetto as I claim to be
whos got as much ghetto game as me, Nobody!!

[Hook]
I'm Ghetto like...10 carrot gold rings and chains
I'm Ghetto like...Pitty pat and space games
I'm Ghetto like...Mail boxes with 5 names
I'm Ghetto like...you
Yes I'm Ghetto like...you
I'm Ghetto like...rockin a skully in mid-summer
I'm Ghetto like...A-track tapes of Stevie Wonder
I'm Ghetto like...4 tv's up in the hummer
I'm Ghetto like...you
when I'm Ghetto like...you

[Verse 2]
Every night on my block police question the theifs
I'm ghetto like finding a bottle, and catchin bees
I'm ghetto like rockin do-rag in a new jag
with NO licence and NO registration,NO hesatation
I'm ghetto like 4 chicken wings and french fries
and still wanna freestyle on the bench with the guyz
I'm ghetto like red kool-aid with madd sugar
I'm ghetto like my 3 niggas Smurf,Poonchy and Boogar
I still go back on the block to see friends
and ghetto like a benz with a spare, and 3 rims
I'm ghetto like medicade, I went to school in the ghetto and I still gotta better grade
there's a whole lotta chedder made, people are soo broke
I'm ghetto like taking a shower with no soap
An from the heart this the way it gotta be
You can take me outta it, but cant take it outta me
Hear me out

[Hook]
I'm Ghetto like...10 carrot gold rings and chains
I'm Ghetto like...Pitty pat and space games
I'm Ghetto like...Mail boxes with 5 names
I'm Ghetto like...you
and I'm Ghetto like...you
I'm Ghetto like...rockin a skully in mid-summer
I'm Ghetto like...A-track tapes of Stevie Wonder
I'm Ghetto like...4 tv's up in the hummer
I'm Ghetto like...you
yes I'm Ghetto like...you

[Verse 3]
I'm ghetto like a big blonde weieve and some lee press-ons
and ruker park with high heels and a new dress on
I'm ghetto like them chicks that hate kobe's white feonsay
I wanna try to fight her, Brandy and Bionsay
I'm ghetto like them bitches who boost minx and a griddle
YO! I'm more ghetto than a crab end on merdole
I'm ghetto like goin' to the grammys in a Va'lore
try the dress, than the next day taking it back to the store
including the shoes you wore, with the bottom taped up
so you could dance all night without getting the bottom scraped up
I'm ghetto like going food shopping at house slippers and pink rollers
pushing 2 babies in 1 stroller
Can a rapper tell you he more ghetto than me
M.A theres nothing in the world that I would rather be
Then Ghetto *echos*
Yeah! Soooo Ghetto


[Hook]
I'm Ghetto like...10 carrot gold rings and chains
I'm Ghetto like...Pitty pat and space games
I'm Ghetto like...Mail boxes with 5 names
I'm Ghetto like...you
and I'm Ghetto like...you
I'm Ghetto like...rockin a skully in mid-summer
I'm Ghetto like...A-track tapes of Stevie Wonder
I'm Ghetto like...4 tv's up in the hummer
I'm Ghetto like...you
and I'm Ghetto like...you
Im Ghetto like...

[Masta Ace]
Yeah, M.A
send this one to all my niggas from b.k
Brownsville, Howitt houses
Yeah, Saukrates Saukrates
Ha, all my niggas from 78,88
filthy rich, damingo
huh Dj Rob
it dont stop.

Under Fire (Kurtis Blow)




(Intro)
One for the trouble two for the bass
Check me out while I rock this place

(CHORUS)
Under fire
Take it higher
Desire
Under fire

(VERSE ONE)
Hello party people I'm Kurtis Blow
King of the rap and a 10 years pro
The ladies heart stopper the fly guys best
A sureshot rocker and I'm always fresh
But when I try make it they try to take it
And it ain't in my nature just to fake it
So bust my moves,you'll never stop me
I'm the best MC,I could never be

(CHORUS)

(VERSE TWO)
Here I am rappin',they call me the king
But there's more to me than just doing my thing
Wanna move ahead,got to make a choice
Got to make this planet hear my voice
Lebanon,Russia,Iraq and Iran
Too many people dyin' playing Superman
Be cool,don't be no fool
Please Mr.Reagan don't put me

(CHORUS)

(VERSE THREE)
I'm Kurtis Blow and I want you to see
To make it today we need unity
Do not fear reality
'Cause they can't stop what was meant to be(Even under fire)

Trying hard to make through the easy way of life
Thinking you can fake it with a pistol or a knife
You live it,you give it,you do it,you blew it
And then you want to tell everybody you knew it
It's easy to point your fingers
And say you and you and you're wrong
But when it's time to be about unity
Huh-huh-huh you sing another song

Oh baby
Oh baby
Oh baby
Oh baby,baby

Well I am the member of a new breed
And the solution is a revolution
So I hope you all see the light
Hear my name....Unite!To the next phase

K-U-R-T-I-S B-L-O-W what you wanna do(x2)

Under fire (x2)

K-U-R-T-I-S B-L-O-W what you wanna do(x12)

Tambienemy (Papa Roach)

i could hear myself clear
from the living room
ruptured pain to fear
family's dyin soon
look in my eye what do you see
lover y amigo tambien enemy
because the best thing is life
is for me to sing these words
all i leave at the shows
are chrome microphone turds
i take fat hits
and i take fat shits
i cap on the girls
who give out 10$ thigh splits
yo all i want is respect
in this game
cause the papa roach style is wild
and not plain
know what i'm saying
put us through your speakers
cuz i know that we are banging
positivity and negativity
we saying that you
can't get the ying
without the yang
confidence and style
mix it up with some slang
and make it grimy
just like my little nigga stimey
step up was up
i came to make friends to the end
and back again
and show your stacks again
because sometimes i'm x-rated
sometimes i'm g-rated
sometimes i bugded crowds
act wild
and get faded
wheather its monday
or tuesday
or thursday
or friday
i'm getting down
everyday
because its my way
to express the onion hardcore slang
a boogedy bang bang
boogedy bang bang
sha bang you know what i'm saying
put us through your speakers
cuz i know we are banging
look in my eyes
what do you see
lover y amigo
tambien enemy
the good and the bad
le bein a le mal
chaos forever
natural law

I Wanna Love You Forever (Jessica Simpson)

You set my soul at ease
Chased darkness out of view
Left your desperate spell on me
Say you feel it too I know you do
I've got so much more to give
This can't die I yearn to live
Pour yourself all over me
And I'll cherish every drop here on my knees

Chorus:
I wanna love you forever
And this is all I'm asking of you
10 000 lifetimes together
Is that so much for you to do
Cuz from the moment that I saw your face
and felt the fire of your sweet embrace
I swear I knew
I wanna love you forever

Verse:
My mind fails to understand
What my heart tells me to do
And I'd give up all I have just to be with you
And that would do
I've always been taught to win
And I never thought I'd fall
Be at the mercy of a man,
I've never been
Now I only want to be right where you are

Chorus

Bridge:
In my life I've learned that heaven never waits
Let's take this now before it's gone
like yesterday
Cuz when I'm with you there's nowhere else
That I would ever wanna be no
I'm breathing for the next second I can feel you
Loving me..I'm gonna Love

Chorus

Multiply (Xzibit)

feat. Nate Dogg

[Xzibit]
I've beeeeen this way and I can't stop (ah)
Hands on the ball and I won't drop (no)
Half-assed rhymes that you can't watch (no)
It ain't cause I want to it's cause I got-ta
Get it Crip while the gettin is good
before the game is 10% skill and 90% Hollywood
I don't need that, I don't believe that
E'rybody gon' get hurt, if I do dirt
I flirt with the idea of quittin' the game
Nah!! I'ma evolve continue to change
It take brains, balls and backbones to get it on
and keep it on, we keepin it movin, to each his own
So I spit about it, whatever I feel about it
I'm just bein real about it; X get hot nigga forget about it
Speech don't failllll me now
Dedicated to the enemies and friends that hold me down

[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
(We) back on line (We) came to ride
(We) deal (We) stack (We) multiply
(We) stay on the grind (Until) we die
And back for mo', cause we can't get enough

[Xzibit]
Above the rest, accept no less
Go ahead, check the game, be my guest
Somethin brand new and heavy to get off my chest
Win time after time 'til there ain't none left
Hardhat, punch the clock, back to work
I'm bigger, stronger, faster, built to hurt
everybody and anybody who come to my party
like they ready to get roudy and touch somebody
Who's that nigga y'all came to see? "X!"
Often imitated, but cannot be, "X!"
What's next, collect respect like paychecks
Straight to the bank with my bitch and have safe **
What do you believe in? I believe in
seizin the moment, livin and dyin to spit with a vengeance
Here for redemption - been around forever
Y'all cats were just too blind to listen

[Chorus]

[Nate Dogg]
It ain't my fault.. we keep droppin hits
And you can't spit like this, so I'm takin yo' bitch
It ain't shit changed.. we gon' bang like this
And I'm drinkin this fifth, we still don't take no shit

[Xzibit]
I got a "Sixth Sense," that tells me you ain't worth six cents
I'm sick with my sixth sense
Whattup Doc? I'm gettin down to business
Crooked**the cops to the Rampart district
Loose yourself in the music, move it or lose it
Abuse it, let's booze it, please don't confuse it with the
next man, it's the X Man rollin
Stand firm, solid as the ground I'm holdin
Make mine +Golden+, permanent +State+ issue
Stacked with the wealth that you can't take witchu
Long range missile, if we got issues
I'ma squeeze this shit and nobody gon' miss you
I'ma keep swingin 'til the medics come get you
We busy, stay off my line, you can't get through
Peep the design from the mastermind
Yo Dre, bring that shit back one more time!

[Chorus] - repeat 2X

Sickess (Concentration Camp)




*(J Von)*
Now if ya all in wit me
*(C Loc)*
Come an get me wit some hin
*(J Von)*
An a fifty an it stick it in
*(C Loc)*
Let this begin
*(J Von)*
Like 10 to the 9
*(C Loc)*
To the 5 4 3
*(J Von)*
They ain't knowin what this camp life means to meee!
Verse 1 *(Maxminelli)*
I'm still a hustla
an we know this
then you need to quote this on the front page
true that
never two
on paper view,
wit the blunt blazed,
last time you heard us rhyme,
we came out tacklin po-po's,
now we surely stackin chips,
but we ain't packagin no doe,
see the ho-bos an fiends,
they can't get down wit the team,
oh yeah we bout cream,
but the colors, mostly green,
so brace yourself,
I'm a take yo wealth,
an leave you traumatized,
bonified hustla,
from out the backwoods of the country side.
Verse 2 *(J-Von)*
So southside hustlaz throw yo hands in the air,
eastside, westside, northside dont care,
over there, over here,
(what?)
same thing everywhere you go,
it's real,
once they waited fo the,
bustaz that hear me know we,
even them guns,
an they ready to throw it,
I hope I see a nice night for bein this ghetto poet,
ya know it,
so it's like me,
I'm a play the game rough,
an like to tear sumpthin up,
sick shit nigga what?!
Chorus *(J-Von)*
Man ** y'all niggaz,
man ** y'all bitches,
we got the money an switches,
but ya can't get wit us,
cuz we the Sickess.
Man ** y'all niggaz,
man ** y'all bitches,
always runnin to get us,
but ya can't get wit us,
cuz we the Sickess.
Verse 3 *(C-Loc)*
Nigga I can say,
** 'em,
cuz they bustaz,
causin ruckus,
cuz they know they can't touch us,
got 'em hollerin "How ya do that there!",
when I bust 'em, can't trust 'em
struggle ** that,
hustle, slang crack,
the rhyme saw,
niggaz bust an get back,
I bust back,
no hidin, duckin hataz,
hollerin "** 'em niggaz",
ain't nuttin,
now he rich an think a nigga can't touch him,
so now they bustin,
an me an my cuz OG,
an now these fools know they know me,
last time I spanked that**they called the police,
ya gotta,
know when to hold on, (say what?)
know when to fold on, (uh-huh)
you better walk away, (boo-yow!)
before I make ya run,
son,
it's unheard,
the way we went from slangin birds,
an droppin bodies on the curb,
to sellin words,
platinum,
that's how it happened,
it's wicked when I kick it,
wicked,
if it ain't broke don't fix it,
clown,
cuz we the Sickess MUTHA **A!
Chorus
Verse 4 *(Young Bleed)*
Watch me spit the Sickess,
shit,
you ever heard,
an make a million niggaz witness,
this,
fresh off the curb,
hollerin at ya in ya ears like this,
** what ya heard,
face to face wit confrontation my niggaz,
ballz an my word,
now if ya ready let me know this real,
I'm hoppin out the vehil,
caddy fools bustin ta kill,
some is steady buggin fo nuthin,
lovin my life, keepin my head tight,
bailin the corner on two wheels,
mashin through red lights.
Verse 5 *(C-Loc)*
Where yo hood at, (what?)
throw it up,
the club,
yeah we tore it up,
soon as this clown get to buckin,
we gonna rush him,
must stop playin wit me,
if ya in wit me,
you'd a known,
I get spaced out,
they mace the place out,
then I'm gone,
in the Expo,
til the next show,
you never know,
what we got in stoe,
til the cap,
hit the doe,
hollerin if ya got the paper straight then the show must go on,
but when niggaz get to breakin shit,
it's time to go home.
(Ya heard me?)
Chorus


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