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Wednesday, 16 April 2014
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Escuchar Angélica María, Bésame


Letras

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

Nos Joden (Segismundo Toxicómano)

Nos joden, nos joden
Nos controlan y nos mienten
Nos joden, nos joden
Programando nuestra mente

Otra vez más militares en son de paz
Blindan su imperialismo
Otra vez más
Inocentes pagarán
Victimas del capitalismo
Nos inyectan su violencia
Nos impiden razonar

Dime si es verdad
Que alguien ha logrado
Escapar de esta tela de araña
Dime cuanto cuesta
Saber la puta verdad
Y kien le pone precio

Nos inyectan su violencia
Nos impiden razonar
Siembran su autoridad
Edifica sobre nuestras tumbas
Geriátricos con cámaras de gas

Nos joden… .

I Want To Be A Hippy (Technohead)

I want to be a Hippy
I want to be a Hippy
I want to be a Hippy and I want to get stoned
I want to be, I wonder why I can't help
I want to be a Hippy and I want to get stoned
I want to be, I wonder why I can't help
I want to get high
I want to get high
I want to get high, but I never knew why
I want to get high, but I never knew why
Can't see why I never got high!
I want to be a hippy and I want to get stoned on mara marajuana
I want to be, I wonder why I can't help mara marajuana
I want to be a hippy and I want to get stoned on mara marajuana
I want to be, I wonder why I can't help mara marajuana

I want to be a hippy and I want to get stoned on mara marajuana
I want to be, I wonder why I can't help mara marajuana
I want to be a hippy and I want to get stoned on mara marajuana
I want to be, I wonder why I can't help mara marajuana

I want to be a hippy and I want to get stoned
I want to be, I wonder why I can't help mara marajuana

Ain't Nobody (Raghav)

(verse)
No more waiting anticipating
Now shes coming round my way
If she could only see within me
All the words i have to say
Guess ive never been a king
At these games we have to play
im still searching for something
that would make you wanna stay
like ...

(Chorus)
i can be what you want
Bring what you need
Cant you see what weve got
Cause there aint nobody
Who can be what you want
Bring what you need
Cause there aint nnobody
But me.

(Verse)
Well there aint no second chances
Babe i gotta get it right
Yeah im feeling this romance girl
And im needing you tonight
Yeah you got me in a trance
And i cant put up a fight
How i hope this night advances
Until the morning light

(Chorus) x3

Gori tera gaon bada pyara
Mai to**a mara
Aake yahan re
Aake yahan re
Uspar roop tera sada
Chandrama jo aadha
Aadha javan re
Aadha javan re

Ms. Parker (Playa)




featuring Missy 'Misdemeanor' Elliot

[Missy Elliot]
Hey mommy what a playaaaaaa?
Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo (x4)
Black black black
(Ms. Parker what you suckin' on?)
Standin' on the bus stop suckin' on a lollipop

Hey hey Ms. Parker what's you address?
Hey Ms. Parker can I caress?
Mmm Ms. Parker glad to meet you
Mmm mmm Ms. Parker I do need you
Tell 'em now

[Chorus]
Listen to my heartbeat
Feel my wet lips
Ms. Parker don't you trip 'cause
Girl I know you want me
Listen to my finger snaps
You dig the way I roll
And the way a brotha act?
And your ex can't top that

Oh oh Ms. Parker what's that up your skirt?
Oh oh oh Ms. Parker you know I'm a flirt
Oh oh oh Ms. Parker can I ride with you?
(I've never seen this side of you)
And if you've got time to listen

[Chorus]

[Missy Elliot rap]
Y'all know 'bout Ms. Parker
Capital P-A-rker
Lived at the corner of Fort Ruckus and Walker
Always a talker, late booty caller
Big squeeze them nuts, them spaghetti meat
Baller stalker watch Ms. Parker get freaky
Smoke too much reefa 'til she cheeky
Ms. Parker got the mara weekly
Give me funk 'til I'm stinkin'
And if you wanna battle come and see me
Check it one time

[Chorus to fade]

Girls On Top (Boa)

modunge naege yojaga yojadaun gosur gangyohe...

nar barabonun ne yaruthan shisun duri nan shirho...
(yaghan yoja... sarange yaghan yoja WHOO...)
nege gangyo hajima... thure gadhyo borir nega aningor
jonbu naui tudero...

nanun naingor... nugudo deshin hajimara...
(gurohge man man hage nomogar nega aniya...)
ne mosub gudero dang dang hago shipho...
(gunure gadhyo sanun yojarur gide hajima...)

shyekshi han, chobun han, yongwonhi han namjaman anun tabunham...
gugon baro chagag, modun namja durui dwan shimsa....

nan isesangur modu bakwo borir khumur da gajigor...
(GET IT UP... nan bujoghe -- GET IT UP... modunge da)
mari dweji anhjanha... guder manui phyondun gathun gon...
gude duri mandun gijune mage...

nanun naingor... nugudo deshin hajimara...
(gurohge man man hage nomogar nega aniya...)
ne mosub gudero dang dang hago shipho...
(gunure gadhyo sanun yojarur gide hajima...)

modunge naege yojaga yojadaun gosur gangyohe...
do isangun chamji mara... SHAKE IT EVERTHING, I LIKE THAT...

maumur do yorobwa.. urin gathun gosur hyanghan gajanha...
modu hamke yongwon harthende... soro darun song irphun... jonje hagi wihan
ingan ingor.. WHY.. ijen bujong hajima...

RAP) namjadur moduga sesangui jinrinun jordero burbyonui bochi girago...
ikarur jabun nan sesangui jibeja, himui nonri, namja manui bobchig dur...
aju ugi shine! BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH
(DO YOU NEED MONEY? I PAY YOU!)
done nuni moro jajon shimur sanun namja, gude ijen maji hera DOOMS AND A DOOMS
ja! ige BoA yegir dama duja! se shide...... STORY... GIRLS ON TOP!

isesangui ban, gugon yojaduri mandur goya...
(GO, BABY! GIRL, RISE UP! THROW YOUR HANDS UP! DO YOU LIKE THAT?)
dang dang hage nan molli aphur hyanghan gorogalle...
(GO, BABY! GO, BABY!) YEAH~~

nanun naingor... nugudo deshin hajimara...
(gurohge man man hage nomogar nega aniya...)
ne mosub gudero dang dang hago shipho...
(gunure gadhyo sanun yojarur gide hajima...)

gamhna gealla (Runrig)

Gamhna Gealla
White Stirks

'S e mo ghradh na gamhna gealla
Hillean o ro bha ho
Theid do'n chro's nach ol am bainne
He ho ho ri i ri o
Hogi o hillean o ro bha ho

Theid do'n chro's nach ol am bainne
Hillean o ro bha ho
Theid a dh'Eirinn ris a ghealaich
He ho ho ri i ri o
Hogi o hillean o ro bha ho

Theid a dh'Eirinn ris a ghealaich
Hillean o ro bha ho
'S a thig as le aon seol mara
He ho ho ri i ri o
Hogi o hillean o ro bha ho

He ho ro ri i ri o
He ho ro ri i ri o
He ho ro ri i ri o
Hogi o ro bha ho

Bha MacCoinnichann's MacLeoid
Hillean o ro bha ho
'S Mac Mhic Alasdair o'n Chro
He ho ho ri i ri o
Hogi o hillean o ro bha ho

'S Mac Mhic Alasdair o'n Chro
Hillean o ro bha ho
'S Mac Ic Ailein nach eil beo
He ho ho ri i ri o
Hogi o hillean o ro bha ho

He ho ro ri i ri o
He ho ro ri i ri o
He ho ro ri i ri o
Hogi o ro bha ho

cearcal a chuain (Runrig)

Cearcal a Chuain
The Ocean's Cycle

Tha sinn uile air cuan
Stiureadh cuairt troimh ar beatha
A' seoladh geola dhorch
Air chall an greim na mara
Tha a'ghaoth air ar cul
Tha a' gheol a' cumail roimhe
'S cha dean uair no an cuan
Tonaisgh dhuinn no rian

A' mhuir tha i ciuin
Tha i fiadhaich tha i farsainn
Tha i alainn tha i diamhair
Tha i gamhlasach is domhain
O ach sin tha sinn dall
'S chaneil againn ach beatha
Tog an seol, tog an ramh
Gus an fhaigh sinn astar ann

Ach tha mi'n duil, tha mi'n duil
Nuair a bhios a' ghrian dol fodha
Chi iad mi a' stiuireadh 'n iar
Null a dh'Uibhist air a' chearcal
Cearcal a' chuain
Gu brath bidh i a' tionndadh
Leam gu machair geal an lar
Far an do thoisich an la

--oOo--

We are all on an ocean
Steering a course through life
Sailing a dark vessel
Lost in the grasp of the ocean
The wind is astern
The boat forging ahead
And time and the sea
Makes no sense to us at all

The sea is calm
It is wild, it is vast
It is beautiful, it is mysterious
It is vengeful and deep
O, but we, are blind
and all we have is life
Raise the sail, lift the oars
'Till we get up speed

I intend, I do intend
when the sun is sinking down
To be seen steering a westerly course
On the ocean's cycle to Uist
On the ocean's cycle
Forever I'll be turning
To take me back to the pole machair in the west
Where the day has dawned.

Pol Zartem Pol Serio (Varius Manx)

Jestem jak swiatlo
z czasteczek i fal
jak srebrzysty medal
ja dwie strony mam

pol zartem pol serio
pol jawa pol sen

gdzie sen tam i mara
gdzie radosc tam lzy
gdzie zbrodnia tam kara
gdzie wina tam wstyd

pol zartem pol serio
pol jawa pol sen

zrozumiec nielatwo
lecz objasnic tez
ja jestem zagadka
wiec odgadnij mnie

pol zartem pol serio
pol jawa pol sen
pol czarne pol biale
pol swiatlo pol cien

Mara And Me (Say Anything)

there are babies with guns beheading their friends
in shopping malls around the world
yet somehow the kings of leon
still have time to write songs about girls
i don't suck much less
at least those dudes have no illusions of angst and hopelessness
and if i claim revolutionary or i give to charity
they'll all know it's a plea for someone like me
disgusted with lies and cut down by their own beatnik poetry
i'm just one man with no face and no friends
god in this dank brooklyn bar i can feel it again
it's eating me

wait a second- i can't write the same damn song over and over again

i can't define myself through irony and self deprecation
i can't deny myself being alive through my alienation
everything that you do keeps me running back to you
can't give up, live the dream even if i don't believe
but we can't afford to surrender

fake players and the twisted web they weave
i contend that the coming holocaust will be of those who choose to believe
in anything but a phallic sense of self
hang alone in the attic, tied up tightly with your father's belt

you bathe in blood like mister crowley
your cost, their loss. their memory haunts me
i stand opposed to chaos that you chose
new heart, new bones
am i not alone?

fake players are the ones who play the game


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Una hermosa canción poco escuchada con la novia de América. Espero la disfruten y, gracias por sus comentarios.




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