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Escuchar A Fondo Blanco - Apache Mc


Letras

El Narco (Segismundo Toxicómano)

Pedal a fondo
Todo es velocidad
El volante a babor
Buscar la oscuridad
Fardos al agua
Al fondo Gibraltar
Hachejotas aduaneras
Se comen el radar

Olor a pólvora
Torpeza al caminar
Todo se nubla
Cuando no hay marcha atrás
Cristales rotos
Más cristales rotos
Arriba el helicóptero
Marca la posición
Oh! Nos la han jugado
La muerte nos anda buscando

Tres palmos de agua
Sirven para volar
La presa acorralada
Devora su ansiedad
Cristales rotos y más cristales rotos
Si la muerte nos busca
Tendrá que espabilar

UK Visa Versa (MC Lars)

Hey England... let's kick it.

Cops without guns and the NME.
Should I watch the BBC or should I watch the BBC?
Look at these crazy coins, is this Lord of the Rings?
Pounds and pence and Princes and Queens?
Flipside experience, well not really.
More familiar than Russia or Chile.
Up for cricket or squash, or the London zoo?
Look, you hate George Bush and we do too.
Fab music scene, though, UK bands are ace,
And you guys are the most polite of the human race.
Fish and chips, crumpets, bangers and mash,
Shakespeare, Donne, Sid Vicious and the Clash.
You love our movies, we kind of like yours.
We love the way you talk, "please help help us in these wars."
You stopped staying "fab," we stopped saying "groovy,"
Our Scotland is Canada; you saw the South Park movie.

CHORUS
I love England and visa versa,
American perspective in these Visa verses.
Tea time? Jolly good! Caffeine rush.
Look, a red a phone booth and a double-decker bus.

I love you England, so let's both ignore
The Boston Tea Party, and that silly East Coast war.
Oxford, London, and Guildford too,
Rockin' your P.A.'s when I come to visit you.

The Florida incident? Democracy at work,
But we've still got love for your boy Edmund Burke.
If it weren't for us, you'd be speaking German,
But then we gave you Hanson and Pee Wee Herman.
You gave us the Beatles, and you gave us the Who
We gave you Kris Kross and Vanilla Ice too.
You gave us "Chicken Run" and the Teletubies,
We gave you McDonald's and got you chubby.
You think we're all Trailer Trash obnoxious and noisy.
But that's just Springer, Ricki Lake, and Boise.
We're friendly and fake and proud of our nation,
Overweight, wasting gas, hedonic civilization.
We're sue-happy mad overworked compulsive winners,
Strong facade but insecure, just think Seymour Skinner.
We're obsessed with image, old age and fat,
Technology, death, and our dogs and cats,
The superbowl, shopping, S.U.V.'s and money,
Santa Claus, hygiene and the Easter Bunny.
But bigger is better and we love our T.V.
From L.A. to Boston, to Nashville, Tennessee.
And yes 1/4 of Americans own guns
In case you come back to punish your sons.
But Mother Britain listen, there's still a tie that binds us,
The U.S. isn't perfect, you don't have to remind us.

REPEAT CHORUS

Amada Mía (José Luis Perales)

Amada mía,
despues de tantos años,
despues de tantas noches compartidas,
despues de tantos sueños
soñados cada día,
te sigo amando tanto
Amada mía.

Tus ojos negros
se clavan como siempre,
tu beso es una llama que aún me quema.
Yo sigo siendo el árbol,
y tu, la tierra mía.
te sigo amando tanto
Amada mía.

Amada mía,
despues de tantas horas de camino
tu sigues siendo playa
yo sigo siendo río.
Y como siempre
sigo aspirando el aire que respiras.
Me sigo enamorando
en cada amanecer

Amada mía
de risas y de llanto
compañera de tardes amarillas.
Luna de medianoche
y sol del mediodia,
serás por siempre campo
y yo semilla.

Amadia mía,
un dia del otoño
se vestirán de blanco mis cabellos.
Se quedarán dormidos
tus besos en mis besos,
y buscaré tus manos
para mecerlos.

Amada mía,
despues de tantos años
a tu lado
yo sigo siendo brisa,
y tu, montaña y llano.
Amada mía
despues de tantos mares
navegados,
tu sigues siendo orilla
y yo, gaviota.

iGeneration (MC Lars)

And people tried to put us down, when iTunes bumped a post-Cold War sound.
My generation sat the mecca of malls, Times Square, I'm there, Viacom installs.
So we hit the net while the Trade Center fell, New York met Hollywood, we ran like hell.
No Vietnam for us, yo, Iraq it's on. So who agree upon this cowboy Genghis Khan?
The choice made, baby. Hey we'd take it back, logged in dropped out, MTV took track.
They sold it back to us and claimed no correlation. The iMac, iPod, iGeneration.
And I'm waiting for the day we can get out. The world is ours, that's the story no doubt.
Want to be more info super highway traffic, want to be more than a walking demographic!

CHORUS
"Hey! You're part of it." Talking about the iGeneration.
"Yeah! You're part of it." Talking about my iGeneration.

See the iGeneration knew organization meant optimization and unification,
When imagination gave participation in creation of culture a manifestation.
The Berlin Wall fell and out we came, the post-Cold War kids laid claim to AIM.
LOL, OMG, yo, BRB. Space, colon, dash, closed parenthesis.
We sat at our laptops and typed away, and found that we each had something to say.
Web-logged our fears, our hopes and dreams. Individuated by digital means.
Fiber optic lenses, DVD, Coca Cola, Disney and Mickey D's.
Flat mass culture, the norm that took holdÉ I hope I die before I get sold.

REPEAT CHORUS

This is the I-N-T-E-R-N-E-T ge-na-ra-tion, see?
This is the I-N-T-E-R-N-E-T ge-na-ra-tion, see?

REPEAT CHORUS

Canciones Para El Tiempo Y La Distancia (Ivan Ferreiro)

Perdí cientos de horas en buscar
Un lugar donde tocar el suelo
Y encontré dos mil
palabras que guardar
Y vi toda mi vida alrededor….
Canté cien escogidas al azar
Sonó como si ya existiera
Grité las que no me gustaban
Y vi que sólo hablaba de los dos…
que sólo hablaba de los dos…
que sólo hablaba de los dos…
Sumas y restas, demonios dentro de palabras
Tiemble la luna que llene el tedio de tu cama…
Pensé que no me equivocaba
Y fui directo al centro del alud
Busqué donde siempre encontraba
Y vi que sólo hablaba de los dos
Quemé todos mis trajes de color
Brindé por el blanco y el negro
Noté lleno de arena el corazón
Y vi que hago canciones para ti… Sólo
canciones para ti…
Que van hablando de los dos…
Grabé canciones para ti…
Llegué después de algunos años
Y partí en el instante en que llegué

Viva! (Ligabue)

Questa qua è per te
e anche se non e` un granché
ti volevo solo dire
che era qui in fondo a me.
E` per te che lo sai
di chi sto parlando dai
e ti piacerà un minuto
e poi te ne scorderai.

Perché sei
viva viva cosi come sei
quanta vita mi hai passato
e non la chiedi indietro mai e sei
viva viva per quella che sei
sempre pronta, sempre ingorda
sempre solo come vuoi....

Questa qua e` per te che non
ti puoi spegnere non hai mai
avuto tempo devi troppo vivere
e` per te questa qua per la tua
golosità ti strofini contro il
mondo tanto il mondo non ti avrà

Perché sei
viva viva cosi come sei
quanta vita hai contagiato
quanta vita brucerai che sei
viva viva per quella che sei
niente rate, niente sconti
solo viva come vuoi....

Questa qua e` per te e non e` niente facile
dire quello che non riesco
mentre tu vuoi ridere

Perché sei
viva viva cosi come sei
quanta vita mi hai passato
e non la chiedi indietro mai
perché sei
viva viva per quella che sei
sempre pronta sempre ingorda
sempre viva come vuoi....

Questa qua e` per te
che sai sempre scegliere
e io invece non ho scelta
te la devo scrivere.

Non Sparate Alle Rockstars (Pay)

c'è qualcuno che ha già deciso
quel ragazzo ha delle potenzialità
e allora forza
andate a dirglielo
perchè da oggi in poi la sua vita cambierà
sarà una rock star

riempitelo di droghe
dategli la celebrità
tante donne
una limousine
per i soldi adesso calma poi si vedrà
sarà una rock star

però non ditegli che un giorno forse tutto passerà
potrebbe andargli male
forse qualcuno sparerà
ma in fondo non era affatto male
era un bravo ragazzo
ma era una rock star
e prima o poi qualcuno spara alle rock stars

sparate alle rock stars

Crazy Drunken Style (Masta Ace)

[ Lord Digga ]
Good good mornin, this is a warnin
You slept on me last night, so stop the **in yawnin
You shouldn'ta dialed 540-WAKE
You made a mistake, now your funeral's gonna take place
I'm not the nigga that you really wanna fight, right?
Cause I put my foot in Gladys, cause I thought she wore my Nikes
And I just might ** your wife, cause I'm livin trife
I gives a ** about a punk pussy rapper
Cause I break the dawn in the p.m. to the day after
You little punk bastards, the Digga's comin after
Ya, strictly on a rub-out mission
Say your prayers like a christian
Or your punk**will be missin
Like Jimmy Hoffa, it's the drunken hip-hopper
Comin to kick your**proper to a slow beat or some opra
But check me on the next verse, cause I'm out like Cindy Lauper

Here comes the crazy drunken style, take a swigger
(I'm drunk, so what?)
I got the crazy drunken style
Here comes the crazy drunken style, take a swigger
(Give the man a taste, and he's gone)

[ Masta Ace ]
I could freak a flow, fresh like fish in the fryer
It's the fat rhyme supplier on the 5 train attire
Goin Uptown, kickin with the songs that be hittin
I'm swingin like my dick on the toilet when I'm shittin
I try to eat right, so don't even talk of swine
Gettin mine on tracks that are rough like a porcupine
The mathmatical abstraction, I'm waxin
Maxin with action, shootin like Paxton
Ring goes the ???, ding-ding goes the bell
It's the man with the clientele, here to rock you well
Knock the red out your socks, now it don't match your necks
It's the crazy drunken style like a big glass of Beck's

Drink, drink, drink, oh, come and get a drink
Of the lyrical intoxicants to make your breath stink (2x)

We got the lyrical - hangover
Check it out
If the mic was a 40 (I would never be sober) (2x)

(Drunk on Friday night)

Here comes the crazy drunken style, take a swigger
(I'm drunk, so what?)
I got the crazy drunken style
Here comes the crazy drunken style, take a swigger
(Give the man a taste, and he's gone)

[ Lord Digga ]
When I'm brainstormin I do more than just rain
Cause I'ma get you and throw your mama from the train
I'm kinda vain, that makes me wanna slaughter
Doin shit you never thought of
So don't cross the Digga, cause I'm a nigga over drunk waters
So heat up the skillet, so I can cook MC's like gizzards
And beat that**when you're off to see the wizard
Oh is it, that bad mutha**a? Word to scouts honor
The nigga from Saturday Night that rippin shit like Sinead O'Connor
So I wanna be startin some with mutha**as that'll front when
They really know they really don't want nothin
Over here, cause I get heads fly like Mike and a pair of Nike Airs
Agressive like a grizzly, so ** a care bear
Rapunzel, suck my dick... and cut the weave out your hair

Better Now (Big Mike)




featuring Devin the Dude, MC Breed

{Big Mike:}
It's been a 8 year spread and 4 baby mamas
Still ain't found no wife, all I found was drama
Past dwellin, was it that or was it just us?
Love, was it that or was it just lust?
**ed once, made love about a thousand times
Bought a crib, and all you could say was that the bitch was mine
Selfish thoughts, knew you was lookin for a backdo'
Think I'm kickin bullshit? I'm kickin fact, hoe
Fell for a pretty face, thick hips and bitty waist
Spent my time with you and all it gave me was a shitty taste
Played a game of chase from my town to yo hood
Runnin back and forward thinkin it was all good
I shoulda left you there, pretty face and sandy hair
Gave you the world and couldn't recognize a man that cared
Dick sucks with intentions just to get me sprung
Was it a game when you laid there swallowed my cum?
I was something dumb thinkin you were there for me
Played the game with both of my hands and never cared for me
But everybody plays the fool once or twice
All it did was make me stronger, bitch, ain't nothin nice

[Chorus]
It's better that I find out now, rather than later
It's better that I make a clean break with all my paper
It's better that I find another chick to take your place
It's best that you get your bitch-ass up out my face

{MC Breed:}
Met her when she was 19, brand-new
And she only went out in tight jeans, and could dance too
Burgers and fries, bout 30 lives, told to her
Game, sold to her, plus everybody knew her
What the business? Except I got kids for a witness
And you let her make a come-up like survival of the fittest
You a sucker for a pretty face, smile and a pussy
You a clown runnin round actin wild like a rookie
I know you know she got somebody else on the side
Came through with you while she was rollin in his ride
You know the rules, your bitch chose him, now keep your cool
A sucker for pleasure is just a full-grown fool
Now tell the truth, she's somethin you see walk around - woof
Had you done swooped and went and bought her**a coupe
Just a nigga with a brown nose, the town knows
Still come around swear he clown those
It's better that you find out

[Chorus]

{Devin:}
I wish I woulda known you was a crazy bitch
Before goin over to your house and layin some dick
I thought it wasn't nothin but a mutual nut
We **, I get mine, you get yours, we get up
But before I can get to my crib you hit my hip
Still ready to ** with the smell of dick on your lips
I started thinkin with my dickhead, man, that big red
Pushy-ass pussy, it's big and it's bushy
Couldn't help but to backdo' that**again and again
Nut after nut, shit was cool, but then, you look, friends
Started dippin, trippin and callin my house
With my gal sittin by me lookin all in my mouth
I say: "Hey!", and cough, but she know I'm tryina play it off
"What's up, nigga? - Bitch, when I see ya I'ma kill ya!"
It's better that I find another freak to take your place
One who won't have me dealin with a domestic case

[Chorus]

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)


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