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Escuchar Santa RM - Me gustas (Remix)


Letras

By Myself (Marilyn Manson Remix) (Linkin Park)

What do I do to ignore them behind me?
Do I follow my instincts blindly?
Do I hide my pride from these bad dreams
And give in to sad thoughts that are maddening? Do I
Sit here and try to stand it, or do I
Try to catch them red-handed?
Do I trust some and get fooled by phoniness,
Or do I trust nobody and live in loneliness?

Because I can't hold on when I'm stretched so thin,
I make the right moves but I'm lost within.
I put on my daily facade, but then
I just end up getting hurt again.

By myself (myself)
I ask why (myself)
I can't rely on myself (myself)
I ask why
But in my mind I find
I can't rely on myself

I can't hold on
(To what I want when I'm stretched so thin)
It's all too much to take in
I can't hold on
(To anything watching everything spin)
With thoughts of failure sinking in.

If I turn my back, I'm defenseless,
But to go blindly seems senseless,
If I hide my pride and let it all go on,
Then they'll take from me 'till everything is gone, if I
Let them go, I'll be outdone, but if I
Try to catch them, I'll be outrun.
If I'm killed by the questions like a cancer,
Then I'll be buried in the silence of the answer

By myself (myself)
I ask, why (myself)
I can't rely on myself (myself)
I ask, why
But in my mind I find
I can't rely on myself
In my mind I find

I can't hold on
(to what I want when I'm stretched so thin)
It's all too much to take in
I can't hold on
(to anything watching everything spin)
With thoughts of failure sinking in.

How do you think,
I've lost so much?
I'm so afraid (I'm so afraid)
I'm out of touch (just nice to know...)
How do you suspect (how do you suspect)
I will know what to do,
When all I know
Is what you tell me to?

Don't you (know)
I can't tell you how to make it (go)
No matter what I do, how hard I (try)
I can't seem to convince myself (why)
I'm stuck on the inside.

Don't you (know)
I can't tell you how to make it (go)
No matter what I do, how hard I (try)
I can't seem to convince myself (why)
I'm stuck on the other side

I can't hold on
(To what I want when I'm stretched so thin)
It's all too much to take in
I can't hold on
(To anything watching everything spin)
With thoughts of failure sinking in.

I can't hold on
(to what I want when I'm stretched so thin)
It's all too much to take in
I can't hold on
(to anything watching everything spin)
With thoughts of failure sinking...

Thangs Change (Too $hort Featuring Baby D. & Illegal)

[Jamal]
Simpty is for them simp**niggaz
Talkin lot, til I spray dumpin ??? niggaz
Whenver talklin shit, I straight rip 'em
And niggaz know I come equip when I whip them

[Short Dawg]
You say how can I make these dirty raps
Number one albums, back to back
If it was 1950, do you think I sell, no
They probably throw me straight to jail
I tell you life just ain't what it used to be
Between you and me, exclusively
Everybody's changed, were losing our minds
The government won't help, cause they refuse to find
A solution to the problems of the inner streets
Its a shame what our kids are beginning to be
Pregnant teenagers, young gun slangers
There ain't no love, there ain't nothin but anger
We don't go to church and can't pray in school
Listen real close to what I'm sayin fool
I know kids who went to school together
Now they all grown up, tryin to kill each other
Shootouts on the playground is where it goes down
But back in the day, we rode the merry-go-round
And some little kid might shoot me tonight
And I always used to wonder what the future be like
Curse words on the tv and radio
You wanna see **, turn it on HBO
Late at night, you see women freak women
** sale, that's why I keep pimpin
I grew up in the 70s', somethin like Crooklyn
But I was in Cali not Brooklyn
I could tell the whole world was going crazy
But it really didn't happen til the 80s'
With freebasin and smokin crack
A lotta people learned not to joke with that
Streets flooded, with homeless folks
Whole families, lives gone up in smoke
We're all related to a crackhead
Sometimes I wake up in the mornin and wanna go back to bed
Layin these thinkin bout things
About the way life change
How women used to like to wear decent clothes
Now they curse like men and dress like hoes
You supposed to be a virgin til you marry
But teenage girls find it normal to carry a baby
Babies havin babies
Rappers like me always disrespectin ladies
Wonder why its like that, well so do I
But I just turn my back and then I go get high
Cause I get paid real good to talk bad about a bitch
And you bought it, so don't be mad I got rich
Ask your grandparents, is life the same
Man thangs change

Chorus

There used to be a time when old folks were respected
Kids talkin back was never accepted
Get spanked and your mouth got washed out with soap
But kids nowadays will curse out old folks
Then you tell me I need to be a role model
And get these babies off the 40ounce bottles
But I'm not the one who made alcohol legal
Liquor stores on every corner that's why we go
Buy 40ounces and go get drunk
Don't respect our kids, like no good punks
And then they grow up to be hardcore criminals
Shoot 'em up, slang dope always pimpin hoes
I know its those that don't believe what I'm sayin on the mic right
So Baby D won't you tell them what its like

[Baby D]
Its kinda hard comin up as a youngster
Gotta deal with the roof that I'm under
Even though my moms got it hard
My daddy passed away, now I'm stuck without a father
But times have changed bro
I never ever seen Santa Claus comin through the ghetto
But you know what i always see
I always see the white man robbin the black man back G
And I don't even get in trouble for it
And I don't see nothin forward
Always tryin to beat the black man to death
Punk police wanna hide behind your badge
Always tryin arrest somebody
All we gotta do is beat him with the billyclub
Here I come, I comin with my gun
I'm shootin in the head police now what

[Short Dawg]
I tell you life is too short for it to be like that
We gotta be leaders, can't follow the pack
With all them fiends in the streets smokin crack
What you give life is what it gives you back
Cause money in the ghetto ain't nothin new
But when you get the money gotta know what to do
Buy you a business or buy you a house
Just so the police can't wipe you out
I heard it in the streets, they say you the man
So try to help your brothers and lend a helpin hand
Now what we gone do

[Mr. Malik]
We came to stack some bodies, killin everybody like John Gotti
I said we came to stack some bodies, killin everybody like John Gotti
Now run up and get gun up the slack black
I'm hittin blackjack in the casino when I mack slap
What you wanna play like Al Pacino with this
Type of style withthe lyricist this funk of hits
and the biscuits I drop
Mother**ers know I come down and show me ??
I don't really care
From the front or the rear
Word to your mother I'm bout to smother and smear
Its that master all I intelligent
Chain that I swing from the others is irrelevant
For you mother**er step up to the m-i-c
I'm down with Shorty, Ant Banks and Mally G
Its Malik and I freak it's obsolete
My technique mother**er know I flow over beats
Like water, slaughter dick in yo daughter
And my nuts up in her jaws when she suckin on my balls
Yiggy y'all niggaz best to ask somebody
Cause I'm shootin mother**ers down with the shotty
Its the mother**in master blaster
Its, its the mother**in ghetto bastard

Tu Tienes Lo Que Quiero (Maná)

Ay!...Mujer uqe buena tú te ves
Tu forma me alucina
Y yo sé que sabes como estás
Lo enseñas sin medidaA tí te gusta vacilar
Lo que tú quieres es gozar
Y la noche te invita a rumbear
Mojada de calor, de calorCon pinta de una vida
Gozando hasta que salga el sol
Como quiero tenerte
Me has robado el corazónTú tienes lo que quiero
Me prendes como el fuego
Tú tienes lo que quiero
Me prendes como el fuegoVen pa'cá y muevelo aquí
Mamita estás ardiendo
Recorrer tu cuerpo explorar
Dejarte sin aliento, corazónCon pinta de una vida
Gozando hasta que salga el sol
Como quiero tenerte
Me has robado el corazónTú tienes lo que quiero
Me prendes como el fuego
Tú tienes lo que quiero
Me prendes como el fuegoQuiero robar tu amor
Quiero comerte a besosTú eres para mí
Un sueño tan perfecto
Contigo pachangear
Rumbeando sin parar
Te quiero para mí oh... yeah...
Gozando hasta el amanecerTú tienes lo que quiero
Me prendes como el fuego
Tú tienes lo que quiero
Me prendes como el fuegoAcércate un poco para acá
Dame tu amor, damelo ya
Acércate un poco para acá
Dame tu amor, damelo ya
Acércate un poco para acá
Dame tu amor, damelo ya

Peace Is Not The Word To Play (Remix) (Main Source)




(Peace!) Piece of what?
You can't mean P E A C E
Cause I've seen people on the streets
Shoot the next man and turn around and say peace
But that's leaving people in pieces
It's not what the meaning of peace is
To me it means absence of all confusion
Not the oozing and brusing
That we're all so accumstomed to
Your friend got beef? I'll bust him too
What a brother from a certain way of life explained to me once, dunce
He didn't realize the fact that
He and myself were brothers on the same rope
Now last month he got hemmed up, huh, that's all she wrote
So I can get up where she left the exclamation
Looking for an explanation
Little kids think that peace is a word that you use to sound down
And I frown
Cause that's what I was told at eaight years old
And now I'm trying to break the mold
So stop the dominoes
Because I think it's about time that everyone knows

Peace! But everybody's in terror
We're going back to the caveman era
Where people got killed, without the chance to build
Shame how the plane is filled
With so many so-called intellects
That can't use a word in its proper context
Needless to say I'm vexed, so what's next?

Peace! It's not the word to use
When at the same time you got the plans to abuse
Folks not on their P's and Q's
I'll see you in the news
Somebody screwed up the diction
You might die looking for the right definition
Cause "peace" nowadays means "gun," or "gotta run"
30 years from now we'll wonder how the younger generation got foul
Look at what we teach them today
Peace is not the word to play

Ayo, corny or not, we gotta stop saying "peace" and not meaning it
Know what I'm saying? Main Source forever, y'all
Peace is not the word to play

Street Life (French Remix) (Beenie Man)

[Verse 1] (Assia)
Un seul regard m'a suffit
Dans ses grands yeux noirs insoumis
J'ai senti natre une passion infinie
Une histoire d'amour a franchir
Entre elle et moi son coeur balance
Elle est la seule raison de son absence
Si il l'oublie moi je lui donne ma vie
Mais quand je le retient il me dit

[Chorus] (Beenie man)
On the street just ballin
Girls have been callin
Drop top fallin
Brothers keep rollin
Livin nothing but a street life
(Assia)
C'est elle qui l'a fait
Elle qui l'a leve
Comme une mre
Et chaque fois qu'elle l'appelle
Il ne rsiste pas l'appel de la rue

[Verse 2]
(Assia)
J'aimerais l'emmener loin d'ici
Loin du trafic et des cris
L'arracher celle qui dtruit ma vie
Et quand le soir je m'endors seule
Le ventre et le coeur nou
Je me dis et si elle me le prenais
(Beenie Man)
You I can see it in your eyes
No telling you no lies
Girl I did you wrong
You'll never find another guy
So this is what we got to do
Make a family cause it's true
Girl you are a part of me
My hearts belong to you
(Assia)
Tu voudrais nous voir installer
Me faire un bb
Trembler la nuit pour ta vie a suffit
T'as vu combien elle en a pris
Je veux pas finir comme Bonnie
Je te donnerais ma vie mais oublie la je t'en supplie

[Chorus]

[Verse 3] (Beenie Man)
Do you understand the feeling when I'm feeling
When I tell you how I'm feeling
When I'm feeling that.. way
Can't get over how you make everything better girl
When you are around me you bring joy to my.. day
Don't know what I will do without you in my life
I don't give a damn about what people wanna.. say
All I'm saying that (what)
This is where I'm at (at)
And I'd do anything to make you stay

[Chorus] (x2)

The Coast Is Clear (Tracy Lawrence)

You say the weather in Atlanta
Is Foggy and Gray
Your work gets harder everyday
And your new boyfriend is holding on too tight
I got a gig at the beach
A room with a view
The only thing missin' here is you
Some fresh ocean breeze might ease your mind

Chorus
We could walk barefoot through the warm wet sand
Take a second look at what we had
I been thinkin' a lot since I been here
Past the neon lights and the L.A. Haze
I'm a different man these days
So come on out, The Coast is Clear

I got a picture in my wallet from back in 91
That week we spent in the Santa Belle Sun
Ridin the wave of our love, those were good times
But somewhere I got lost and let you down
Young and naive I didn't know what I'd found
But I do now and there ain't a cloud in my mind

Repeat Chorus

Punk Rock Christmas (** Pistols)

the ** pistols-** pistols
*Punk Rock Christmas*
black sabbath
ayy
ii
its going to be
a punk rock christmas this year
and even santas gunna be
a ** pistol for a day
all those christmas dreams swingin' safety pins from their knees

its gunna be
a punk rock christmas this year

there will be 4 people changing their styles for a day
the queen will sing
anarchy in the UK
and old Mick Jagger will depart
a strangle for a swagger
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah baby

they like it when tight cup? electric guitar ha
and Johnny Ramone will get a sled for a car
theres a group called the damned that say
who play the full mornsmen who play in a play in A PLAY!!

its gonna be, haha
a punk rock christmas this year
even santas gunna be
a ** pistol for a day
all those christmas dreams swinging; safety pins from their knees

its gunna be
a punk rock christmas this year

(sid and Santa having a convo abt what he wants for Christmas)

were gonna give ya
a punk rock christmas this year
and im gonna give you
a nice sweater all ripped to shreads
and mom and dad in sheets swinging safety pins from their cheeks
its gonna be
a punk rock christmas this year
a punk rock christmas this year
a punk rock christmas this year
a punk rock christmas this year
tell them
punk rock christmas this year
you know you love me like you do

Gritty (Outlandish)

[Chorus]
In the bus
Bumping with my thugs
You don't want me to get up and slap you whut

On my block
In my set
You don't wanna test
You don't want me to get up and slap you whut

On the porch
In the crib
Eating mammas meal
You don't want me to get up and slap you whut

On the phone
Doing buiss'
Trying to close a deal
You don't want me to get up and slap you whut

[Rapverse1 (Waqas)]

We gonna party it's monsoon wedding up in here
Soon as we touch ground "tusi chad chak dey"
Say what?
We gonna tear the roof up
And get crunked on "garam chai" up at the bar with my feet up

[RapVerse1 (Lenny)]

Me llaman cabron
No quiero escribirle a tu maldita cancion
Estoy cansado de hacer favores
Ponte en mis zapatos
Este ritmo esta estropeado para el carajo

[Translation]

They call me Cabron
Coz I dont want to write your damned song
I'm so tired of doing favours
Put your self in my shoes!
This rhythm is waisted

[Rapverse1 (Waqas)]

If the shoe don't fit?
** it wear it anyway
Man it's too tight!!!
Then cut it
I need my space
Did you know her?
Nah never seen her face
Shorty acting like we go back like biggie and faith

[Rapverse1 (Lenny)]

?Quien quiero ser ?
Pelusa
Quiero ser como El Diego
Rebelde puro con amor por el juego
Coraje latino
Eso es tan puro
Serena intensidad
Eso te lo aseguro

[Translation]

Who I wanna be?
Pelusa
I wanna be like El Diego (Maradona)
Rebellious with passion for the game
Latin spirit
That's so pure
Serenely intensity
You bet

[Chorus]

[Rapverse2 (Isam)]

Rghh tfuu!
Snakes all up in this chase
I'm trying to get out of this shhhh
They' trying to steal my plate
Keep them out of my show
Keep them out of my goal
Don't give me that sweet talk you
Keep them out of my flow
I'm tired of y'all; nobody get's the job done around here
I don't eat pork, thought I made my self clear
You slipped bacon in my white rice
Instead of them prawns
I had no clue, came home
Breathe smelling like Santa Claus
Who the boss??? You???
Naah, me that's who!!!
Who got the bread??? You???
Naah, me that's who!!!
Say, you want me to get up and slap your butt
You better believe you out of a job
Cuz of the food you **ed, you are fired, ya fool!!!

[Bridge]

We, we don't need nobody else no
Take your business somewhere else fool
Tell your peeps not to bother me no more

Ya keep ya friend close but ya keep ya enemy closer
Take the bitter with the sweet, and the sweet with the bitter
Mix it with a little bit of brains and some cheddar
How ya gon' live my brotha if ya don't matter

[Chorus]

[Rapverse3 (Waqas)]

All my live moros throw your hands up
Let me see you go skyhigh to this cut
Letting you know El Moro tear the club up
How you gonna live my brother if you don't know what's up

[RapVerse3 (Lenny)]

Mira al Moro, mirame
Watch me as I put it down
Suavemente admirame
Presente con mi mara que queres
Vete, este no es lugar para un bebe

[Translation]

Watch El Moro, watch me
Watch me as I put it down
Admire me gently
Present with my gang, what ya want
** off, this ain't a place for a baby

Heads High [Kill 'Em With It Remix] (Mr. Vegas)

Nah nannah nah nannah now...
Kill dem wit it now
Nah nannah nah nannah now...
Kill dem wit de...kill dem wit de...kill dem wit de

Heads High...kill dem wit it now
Just mek a bway know you nah blow
Heads High...kill dem wit it now
No bway ain't got no secret fi yow
Heads High...kill dem wit it now
Just mek a bway know you nah blow
Heads High...kill dem wit it now
Tell dem Vegas say so...

Mi wan you skin yuh teeth an mek mi see't
If you sure from yuh born say you never do'it
Yuh ah no freak
One man yuh keep
An him never yet complain say you deep
Yuh mek yuh vow, yuh nah answer to yow
An ah one man a sample yuh cho-cho
Lift up yuh brow
An mek a guy know
Say him fi move him blow-wow
And sing again

Heads High...kill dem wit it now
Just mek a bway know yah nah blow
Heads High...kill dem wit it now
Mek a bway know yuh ah no pappyshow
Heads High...kill dem wit it now
Just mek a bway know yuh nah blow
Heads High...kill dem wit it now
Tell dem Vegas say so...

Mi wan fi hear yuh scream
If yuh mouth clean
No man never rope yuo in fi no ice cream
You don't smell green
Like Sharlene
You hol' a fresh
You have a healthy hygeine
Some assumin'
While you keep bloomin'
Like a pretty likkle lily inna de mornin'
Yuh not brawlin'
Pressure dem dawlin'
While you risin' dem keep fallin'
So sing again

Heads High...kill dem wit it now
Just mek a bway know yah nah blow
Heads High...kill dem wit it now
Mek a bway know yuh ah no pappy show
Heads High...kill dem wit it now
Just mek a bway know yuh nah blow
Heads High...kill dem wit it now
Tell dem Vegas say so...
Heads High...kill dem wit it now
Just mek a bway know you nah blow
Heads High...kill dem wit it now
No bway ain't got no secret fi yow
Heads High...kill dem wit it now
Just mek a bway know you nah blow
Heads High...kill dem wit it now
Tell dem Vegas say so...

Grandma Got Runover By A Reindeer (Elmo & Patsy)

Chorus:
Grandma got runover by a reindeer
Walking home from our house Christmas Eve
You can say theres no such thig as santa
but as for me and grandpa we believe

She'd been drinking too much eggnog
and we begged her not to go
But she forgot her medication
And she staggered out the door into the snow
When we found her Christmas morning
At the scene of the attack
There were hoofprints on her forehead
and incriminating Claus marks on her back

Chorus

Now we're all so proud of grandpa
He's been taking this so well
See him in there watching footbal
drinking beer and playing cards with Cousin Mel
It's not Christmas without Grandma
All the family's dressed in black
and we just can't help but wonder
Should we open up her gifts or send them back.

Chorus

Now the goose is on the table
and the pudding made of fig
and the blue and silver candles
that would just have matched the hair on grandma's wig
I've warned all my friends and neighbors
better watch out for yourselves
they should never give a license
to a man who drives a sleigh and plays with elves.


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