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Escuchar Sandy Caldera. Musica Catolica Carismatica 19


Letras

El Concon (Willy Lapache)



EL CONCON DE MI NUJER YO ME LO QUIERO COMER ME GUSTA EN LA MANANA ME GUSTA AL MEDIO DIA ME GSTA DE TARDECITA ME GSTA EN LA MADRUGA ME GUSTA BIEN QUEMAITO ME GUSTA BIEN DORAITOEL CONCON DE MI MUJER YO ME LO COMER

MI MUJER COCINA BIEN ELLA ME TIENE AMARRAO ELLA SABE MAS QUE CIEN POR ESO ESTOY AFISAO
ME GUSTA CUANDO ME SIRVE MI PLATITO DE CONCON ME GUSTA CON HABICHUELA , ME GUSTA CON ESPAGUETI , ME GUSTA CON BACALAO ME GUSTA SI ESTA MOJAO ME GUSTA CON HABICHUELA , ME GUSTA CON ESPAGUETI , PERO LO QUE MAS GUSTA ES MI PLATO DE CONCON

CORO
ELCONCON EL CONCON CONCON

DE MI MUJER , ME GUSTA A MI , DE MI MUJER , ME GUSTA AMI HAY MAMI QUE RICO,BIEN DORAITO ,BIEN QUEMAITO, EN LA MANANITA , AL MEDIODIA Y DE TARDECITA EN LA MADRUGA ME GUSTA AMI ESE CONCONME GUSTA DE MI MUJER HAY ME ENLOQUESE , TRAIME LA PAILA Y EL CUCHARON QUE ME LO BUA COMER.


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EL CONCON DE MI NUJER YO ME LO QUIERO COMER ME GUSTA EN LA MANANA ME GUSTA AL MEDIO DIA ME GuSTA DE TARDECITA ME GuSTA EN LA MADRUGA ME GUSTA BIEN QUEMAITO ME GUSTA BIEN DORAITO EL CONCON DE MI MUJER YO ME LO COMER

MI MUJER COCINA BIEN ELLA ME TIENE AMARRAO ELLA SABE MAS QUE CIEN POR ESO ESTOY AFISAO
ME GUSTA CUANDO ME SIRVE MI PLATIC O DE CONCON ME GUSTA CON HABICHUELA , ME GUSTA CON ESPAGUETI , ME GUSTA CON BACALAO ME GUSTA SI ESTA MOJAO ME GUSTA CON HABICHUELA , ME GUSTA CON ESPAGUETI , PERO LO QUE MAS GUSTA ES MI PLATO DE CONCON

CORO
ELCONCON EL CONCON CONCON

DE MI MUJER , ME GUSTA A MI , DE MI MUJER , ME GUSTA AMI HAY MAMI QUE RICO,HAY QUE SABROSO ESE CONCONCITO ME GUSTA AMI HAY DAMELO TODO HECHALE AHI ME GUSTA AMI BIEN DORAITO ,BIEN QUEMAITO, HAY QUE SABROSO HAY ME ENLOQUESE TRAIME EL CUCHARON Y TRAIME LA PAILA , LO VOY DEPEGAR CON EL CUCHARON ASI.

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QUIERO CONCON , QUIERO CONCON, QUIERO CONCON ,COO,CON, CON





Still I Rise (2Pac Featuring Outlaw Immortals)

Dear Lord
As we down here, struggle for as long as we know
In search of a paradise to touch (my ni**a Johnny J)
Dreams are dreams, and reality seems to be the only place to go
The only place for us
I know, try to make the best of bad situations
Seems to be my life's story
Ain't no glory in pain, a soldier's story in vain
And can't nobody live this life for me
It's a ride y'all, a long hard ride

[2Pac]
Somebody break me I'm dreamin, I started as a seed the semen
Swimmin upstream, planted in the womb while screamin
on the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop
From a single drop, this is what they got
Not to disrespect my peoples but my poppa was a loser
Only plan he had for momma was to f**k her and abuse her
Even as a little seed, I could see his plan for me
Stranded on welfare, another broken family
Now what was I to be, a product of this heated pa*sion
Momma got pregnant, and poppa got a piece of a*s
Look how it began, nobody gave a f**k about me
Pistol in my hand, this cruel world can do without me
How can I survive? Got me askin white Jesus
will a ni**a live or die, cause the Lord can't see us
in the deep dark clouds of the projects, ain't no sunshine
No sunny days and we only play sometimes
When everybody's sleepin
I open my window jump to the streets and get to creepin
I can live or die, hope I get some money 'fore I'm gone
I'm only 19, I'm tryin to hustle on my own
on the spot where everybody and they pops tryin to slang rocks
I'd rather go to college, but this is where the game stops
Don't get it wrong cause it's always on, from dusk to dawn
You can buy rocks glocks or a herringbone
You can ask my man Ishmael Reed
Keep my nine heated all the time this is how we grind
Meet up at the cemetary then get smoked out, pa*s the weed ni**a
That Hennessey'll keep me keyed ni**a
Everywhere I go ni**az holla at me, "Keep it real G"
And my reply til they kill me
Act up if you feel me, I was born not to make it but I did
The tribulations of a ghetto kid, still I rise

[Ta'He]
Still I (still I) I rise (I rise)
Please give me to the sky (the sky)
And if (and if) I die (I die)
I don't want you to cry

[Hussein Fatal]
I stay sharp as always
Runnin ya bricks with blitz, through ya project hallways
Dumpin crews like two's, ni**a all day
Secrets of war prepare me for the worst
A life that's lavish full of cabbage or a life that's in a hearse
But now my dreams it seeems though, be placin triple beams and things bro
Diamond pinkie ring got the loot poppin out my jeans

[Outlawz]
Now I plan to keep my glock cocked
If trouble was searchin for me then why not?
Show em what I'm made of plus raised on, on my block
Chancellor Ave, where many turn to the street, thugs snatchin bags
We out for power, makin cash it wasn't fast it'll make me mad
I'm just like, pimpin
My homey on the corner with his gat tucked, in
Youngest they buckin somethin the life he leads
the life he don't need, don't we all know
He tryin to rise up and we just go doe, still he rise

[Outlawz]
Dreams of lost hope
I hit the strip broke where the fiends get coke
and still I rise now I float cowards ghost
Whenever we come around, I'm runnin down
clutchin a pound, live as sirens, duckin the sound
I used to hustle with my moms til the sun came
My homey Harm doin time from this drug game
Stolen cars, war scars, born a Outlaw
Behind bars, go to sleep just to see the stars
Freedom is ours, though we trapped on a firm block
Crackheads only ten learn to duck cops

[Khadafi]
In ninety-six my glock's my plastic, pa*sion for blastin bastards
No faces for open caskets, peelin ya cap backwards
Ya cowards ain't prepared for pistol practice
I send my missiles through your mattress
Leavin holes in your body like a cactus
While me and my crew be boppin more greens than topic
and loot to keep the seams in my motherf**kin jeans poppin
Leavin ya spleen to pick up
Half of you ni**az is softer than a Snicker
Let's go to war and see who draw quicker
and still I rise, and still I rise...

[Ta'He]
Still I (still I) I rise (I rise)
Please give me to the sky (the sky)
And if (and if) I die (I die)
I don't want you to cry

Still I (still I) I rise (I rise)
Please give me to the sky (the sky)
And if (and if) I die (I die)
I don't want you to cry

[some little kid]
Y'all ni**az fake
All day everyday
So now I got roller blades, bi**h
Thought you knew
Your mouth is rich
C'mon pops, let's go..

Che Ne Sarà Di Noi (Gianluca Grignani)

Musica dai suona più forte
Non voglio sentire quello che
Non riesco a capire
Ma è vero che oltre la salita
Lo hanno visto in tanti già
C’è la vita, la vita, la vita
Io credi non pensavo
Che sarei rimasto attonito
Come l’inverno ghiaccia il lago
E adesso che sotto la paura
Si scioglie insieme a me
Ed è adrenalina pura
E non mi chiedere come farò
Io non lo so perché l’unica risposta che ora sento è una domanda
Che ne sarà di noi
Che ne sarà di quel che ieri eri tu
Forse sarà che poi
Perdendoci ci ritroviamo
E ora lo so che non si annega
Quelle volte che non c’é un perché
Come a vela sul mare che si spiega
Io mi lascerò portare fino a che…
Non mi chiedere più come farò, non lo so
Perché l’unica risposta
Che ora conta è una domanda
Che ne sarà di noi
Che ne sarà di quel che ieri eri tu
Forse sarà che poi perdendoci ci ritroviamo
Ci ritroviamo.

Bettina (Wohlstandskinder)

hallo ich bin bettina, ich bin 13 jahre alt in meiner freien freizeit steh ich ganz gern im wald ich tu da nicht alleine sein, ich tu auch nicht nur stehn, weil wegen ich bin jeden tag ja nur am reiten gehn... mit ihrem pony reitet sie über feld und gras nicht nur wenn es regnet wird sie dabei naß ihr pony ist ihr allerbester freund, sie findet es echt super, wenn's vorne aus dem maul rausschäumt bettina hatte mal nen "boy", doch das war nur ein gag, als sie dann mit dem zaumzeug kam, da lief er schreiend weg reiten ist super pferde sind schön ich will nur noch reiten gehn jungen sind blöde schule ist doof, wenn ich groß bin leb ich auf nem ponyhof ihre freundin ist die sandra, die hat n eignes pferd, das ist noch viel mehr geld als ihre spange wert drum ist sie oft bei sandi und hört mit ihr take that ach wenn bettina nur ihr eignes pony hätt fury und black beauty sieht sie fast jeden tag, öfters noch als flipper, weil sie pferde mag...

Felicidad (Gondwana)

Mi vida es hermosa porque existes tu,
hermosos son mis días porque veo tu luz
llevas ese fuego que hay en mi corazón
para toda mi vida tu eres la razon....oooh!

Es que tu cariño conmigo compartiste,
ya no estoy triste, no estoy tristeee
y a cambio de nada tu amor me diste,
ya no estoy triste, no estoy tristeee.

Felicidad, eso es lo que tú me das..
felicidad, cada mañana al despertar
felicidad, desde ti y para siempreee (x2)

Los pajaritos cantan al verte sonreir
es que tu amor al mundo logras transmitir
Y aunque siento dolor por quienes no estan maaaas
con tu sola presencia todo quedo atrás
por siempre junto a ti un día tu me dijiste
ya no estoy triste, no estoy tristeee

es que me enseñaste que el amor existe
ya no estoy triste, no estoy tristeee

Felicidad, eso es lo que tú me das..
felicidad, cada mañana al despertar
felicidad, desde ti y para siempreee (x2)

y a cambio de nada tu amor me diste
ya no estoy triste, no estoy tristeeeee

Felicidad, eso es lo que tú me das..
felicidad, cada mañana al despertar
felicidad, desde ti y para siempreee (x2)

(musica)

Felicidad, eso es lo que tú me das..
felicidad, cada mañana al despertar
felicidad, desde ti y para siempreee (x2)

Speak With You (Willy Lapache)


Hola Linda como estas
Eres joven y es verdad
pero yo te quiero amar
no quiero pasar de hoy
para declarar mi amor
pero no se hablar ingles
y tu tampoco español

lm sorry but l don’t speak
Spanish, Im sorry
but l cant say nothing
lm sorry l only comprendo
but l don’t speak Spanish

l really want to talkto you
lm telling you the truth
l understand your español
pero no lo puedo hablar

musica

no quiero pasar de hoy
para declarar mi amor
pero no se hablar ingles
y tu tampoco español

y yo siempre pienso en ti
quiero darte lo major de mi
y no me importa tu edad
por favor ya no me ignores mas

se repite las estrofas # 3 y 4
CANTANTE
AUTOR Y ARREGLISTA
WILLY LAPACHE

Born In Chicago (Steve **ett)

Well, I was born in Chicago back in 19 and 41
I was born in Chicago back in 19 and 41
Well, my father told me
Son, you had better get a gun!

Well, my first friend went down when I was 17 years old
Well, my first friend went down when I was 17 years old
Well, there's one thing you can say 'bout that, boy
He got gold

My second friend went down when I was 21 years old
Well, my second friend went down when I was 21 years old
There's one thing you can say 'bout that, boy
He got bread

Well, the blues's all right when there's someone left to play the game
Well, the blues's all right when there's someone left to play the game
All my friends are going
And things just don't seem the same

No, things just don't seem the same, babe

Evil (Interpol)

Rosemary
Heaven restores you in life
You're coming with me
Through the aging, the fearing, the strife
It's the smiling on the package
It's the faces in the sand
It's the thought that holds you upwards
Embracing me with two hands
Right will take you places
Yeah maybe to the beach
When your friends they do come crying
Tell them now your pleasure's set up on slow-release

Hey wait
Great smile
Sensitive to faith, not denial
But hey whose on trial?

It took a life span with no cellmate
The long way back
Sandy, why can't we look the other way?

We speaks about travel
Yeah, we think about the land
We smart like all peoples
Feeling real tan
I can take you places
Do you need a new man?
Wipe the pollen from the faces
Make revision to a dream while you wait in the van

Hey wait
Great smile
Sensitive to faith, not denial
But hey whose on trial?

It took a life span with no cellmate
To find the long way back
Sandy, why can't we look the other way?
You're weightless, you are exotic
You need something for which to care
Sandy, why can't we look the other way?

Leave some shards under the belly
Lay some grease inside my hand
It's a sentimental jury
And the makings of a good plan
You've come to love me lightly
Yeah you've come to hold me tight
Is this motion ever lasting
Or do shudders pass in the night?

Rosemary
Oh heaven restores you in life
I spent a lifespan with no cellmate
The long way back
Sandy, why can't we look the other way?
You're weightless, semi-**
You need someone to take you there
Sandy, why can't we look the other way?
Why can't we just play the other game?
Why can't we just look the other way?

Stick N Move (Dayton Family)




(Talking)
{Bootleg}I got some bad news for you Tony.
{Tony}Whut choo got?
{Bootleg}We lost the whole shipment.
{Tony}Whut you mean?
{Bootleg}We lost the whole shipment. The Columbian Drug Cartel
intercepted the whole
shipment.
{Tony}Those **in' guys every **in' time that happens! I
told you **az to Stick N Move N get tha ** outta there.
I see lots of people gots to die tonight ** (Fading).
(Bootleg) Part 2, 19 mutha**in 96, Bootleg tha
mutha**in' rap Kapone, Ghetto E, & my nigga Shoestring, gonna
Stick N Move & bust up yo**fo' tha 9 6
My memories get haunted by events in tha past, had an outlet to
be free from dirty visions at last. A brothaz out here stalking,
but bitch you aint no. I've been poppin' window panes, my brain
aint tha same no more, movin' just like a criminal, but my mind
still carries me. I'm seeing the bloody images of tha tools that
bury me. Skeletons they walk with me, while holding my right hand.
My mother be weepin' N cryin' while I box with a deadman. Loc
tha AK, spot a family & kill 'em all. Take a butcher knife, &
spill some blood on tha **in' wall. Murder, you bitches better
understand, ** a plan, bring tha bitches down right where they
stand. If you ever do that again, I wouldn't advice you to. 44
is good to go when I'm busting caps at fools. Takin' you hoes to
school. The books N desks, no crooks or police sketch. You bitch
& no arrest. You can try yo mutha**in' best to stop a villian
on a killing spree. I'm living it so **in' hard & so easy.
Murder to tha first degree, gotta represent dividend, president,
flint, is sweet to me like peppermint. You'll never find my
fingerprints, so watch me getaway, murder victom, killer though,
free to strike another day. Hurryed to runaway, to get some Yahjl
back where I stay, tha fedz are like mosquitos in tha alley way.
I'm goin' to tha thang, take tha pain, cuz I'm a ghetto champ.
Steal a quarter, & my whole neighborhood is like a prison camp,
food stamps & drug dealz is all a nigga know. Strut & Kokane,
got me addicted nigga pass tha blow. Pass that. Grab my glock
to make my getaway smooth. Close your eyez, no surprise, bitch
boom. Stick N Move...
CHORUS Mov'n N Mov'n out, take that cocaine out your house,
sight that any. Here no evil see no evil, bitch N I done got away.
Mov'n N Mov'n out, take that cocaine out your house, sight that any.
Here no evil, see no evil, bit
(Shoestring) Gangsta from tha streets. Mutha**a
dont make me bust ya, buck ya down. Quick to bury your**&
then I bust some, whut tha ** you quick to put it down N away.
Silencers be equipped so mutha**a there be no sound today.
Bring you to war, so playa haters lock ya door. AK 47 locstas
case up off tha floor. Riddlin' bout not can bout all tha stashes.
3 killaz with masses, all we leave is ashes. Take ya shit &
dashes, move away in tha caskats, fo' a murder got me breakin'
out in rashes. So we can reach N feel your ass, like hoes reachin'
fo' ya clothes, ain't no rump fo' ya toes. People with ammo is
creepin' down my block, str8'n with a glock, followed by a hollow
point shot. Betta watch yo aaass, a killaz creepin' up from tha
past, finger fast, & you be seein' **in' last. I'm a killa, so
dont ** with this Grim Reaper, gonna go peep her, don't wanna
hit you with this street sweeper. Down where I'm callin, niggaz
sellin' now you swellin'. Put it on them bitches, cuz they always
tellin'. Click tha stick, so we be screamin' **-A-lot, little
state which you aint never saw from tha straw. So whut tha **
us hustlaz thinkin? Drinkin? Thinkin? Been thinkin better **
your mutha. ** that nigga with Shoestring. Slap it across your
hands & watch ya screamin' my polos bloody, my case was lookin'
kinda muddy. Stub with this bald head, ** you dred, leave you
dead, thru tha swamp. I'm so high, bitchin, tension, still kickin'
slim shit. S to tha H to tha O-E String 96 puttin' trix playin'
duece with dicks off that ass. So skutch me as I drop my grooves
as I pop that clip nigga lots. Stick N Move...
CHORUS
(Ghetto E) Ughhh, rat a tat to tha tat, I'm gonna
take him out his misery. Put his**in a box & leave him as a
memory. See when you sleep, that's when we creep. Get on your
toes, knock you off your feet, damn, beep, N damn I peep. then
I know him or I, so I got him. Master Mass took my shit, then I
shot him. Left him bloody with no money. Cut his pocket, cocked,
seen his head, dropped it, popped it. Now I was rollin' like a
mutha**in' bowling ball. Who's 10 whut? I'm sending him to tha
graveyard. Time to play, Eric Dorseys on another mission, I called
him Tony, Cody's in tha kitchen. Them niggaz talkin', conversation
on tha phone. Killa gone grabbed my chrome, I'm in his home.
That get it gone, put him in a headlock till I heard him choke.
So I used my kane, whip & slit his throat. Jody Jody's dead, now
this shit is smooth. Makin' money to get paid, Eric Dorseys on
tha move.
CHORUS

Lost In The Storm (Chubb Rock)




I walk down the street yo pick any one
I see a little ruffneck kid with a gun
I said "Little homeboy what's up with the glock 19?"
He said a damn crack fiend just went and took his mama's life
And now the kid's over there smoking the pipe
I said "Guilt will let him know what he did
and you don't need to go to jail you're just a kid.
Give me the gun little G just cool it down.
You've got a lot to live for you're college bound."
And so he screams and cries, we start huggin
On the corner in Ft. Greene, we're buggin
Tears drip as we walk to the crib
And I'ma try to be there to comfort the kid
I woke up it's a brand new day
Little man blew himself away
And I'm scorned, an emotional thorn
And I'm lost in the storm
Well back in the hood, understood, I mean understand
The conspiracy upon the first man
Death to the Klan pump the fists that's connected
To the elbow joined by cartilage to the dark hand
And the plan to conserve this confused violent land
Different races, faces share the same spaces
Sewed by arrogant laces
Taste t his peace is real sweet
Extra reasoning seasoning to the weak
Will be done before the sun starts to nova
Or we'll be over
Reveal the passion button now hit it
Cause no one is born a bigot
Delete what you have engraved in your mind
And throw up the peace sign
And maybe be reborn or be lost in the storm
Well it's ninety-two we will make it to ninety-three
With no P-E, A-C-E
It won't happen so stop your damn finger tappin
Find the music of peace and start rappin
The answer lies in your hearts then your minds
And maybe then we can save human kind
Put away the guns and have fun was a strong motto in ninety-one
But a Woodstock ninety-two the many join the few to delete the racist
crew
Without death cause that will be illogical
Peace will cover every newspaper article
So now then, where do we start
Everybody knows they have to play a part
Open your minds and clear your minds
And throw up the peace signs
Cause to scorn, be reborn, everybody let's be reborn
Or be lost in the storm


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