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Escuchar Super Quinteto - No regresaras (Tema 12) DISCO 1


Stress (Believer)

What's the use of worrying
What good does it do?
Will it add a single day
To your life?

PANIC - no more
WORRY - about what?
STRESSING - no need

Constant troubles of your mind
Past, present, future time
Problems building up inside
Leave it all behind

Rid yourself of needless tension
Lay your burdens on the Lord
He will give you strength you need
If you'll believe His Word

[Luke 12:22-31]

Krvava Meri (Azra)

danas na liniji nekadasnjoj 43
gledam kako stoji u redu
ceka na bus kao i mi
sirokih bokova mesnata lica
frflja dok prica
drzi za ruku jednog od onih
vjecnih mladica

zvali su je krvava meri
nikom nije dala olako
voljela je dlakave zvijeri
onila ih strasno dan i noc

imala je obicaj da za sat ili dva
ostvari u praksi sve ono
sto svaka zena misli da zna
vozala je frajere doslovno oko malog prsta
isla je s njima prvo u krevet
a onda u kupovinu do trsta

zvali su je krvava meri
nikom nije dala olako
voljela je dlakave zvijeri
onila ih strasno dan i noc

njezin sonjo ima kao nesto uspesnu karijeru
radi kad mu se prohtije
i zato je uvijek hvata na dijelu
ona mu prasta ljubomoru godine i ocajan ten
puna povjerenja u njegovu glupost i dubok dzep

zvali su je krvava meri
nikom nije dala olako
voljela je dlakave zvijeri
onila ih strasno dan i noc

boli je briga za probleme i ostali svijet
trci svoju zadnju trku
tlak joj je povisen
pusi pije tulumari guta pilule

Ne Mogu Pomoci Nikome Od Nas (Azra)

to nije stil stari moj
ljubio sam hrpetinu zena
ali ni jedna nije bila kao ona

volio sam sve na njoj
stanovala je preko puta
imala me uvijek kad je htjela

naduveni grad
cudne misli u njezinoj glavi
ni dobar ni los
nema mjesta za nove ideje
za nas

ljudi me zovu po imenu
ja im odgovaram u dobrom raspolozenju
proklete lazi za naivne
i nije me briga
nije me strah
ne mogu pomoci nikome od nas
nije me briga za gadarije prepucavanja
i lovu bez koje se ne moze
i nije me briga
ne bojim se
ne mogu pomoci nikome od nas

Mississippi Mud (Less Than Jake)

When the sun goes down and the tide rolls out
And the people gather 'round and they all begin to shout
"Hey! Hey! Uncle Dud
It's a treat to beat your feet on the Mississippi Mud
It's a treat to beat your feet on the Mississippi Mud"

What a dance do they do
Glory how I'm tellin' you
They don't need no band
They keep time by clappin' their hands
Just happy as a cow chewin' on a cud
It's a treat to beat your feet on the Mississippi Mud
It's a treat to beat your feet on the Mississippi Mud

Black Jesus (Kane & Abel)

featuring Master P Silkk the Shocker

(Master P)
Like 2Pac said only God can judge me
But I think only black Jesus can help me

Verse 1 (Kane)

Six in the morning and I see the sunrise
Wish I died in my sleep didn't want to open my eyes
To see this world so **ed up for me
And my family worked so hard but can earn a decent salary
these bills keep whooping a nigga**
Spent my whole check trying to dress with class
I found myself having to smoke weed just to chill
Both my parents got killed and I ain't cried still
All my niggas getting shot, peoples mama's smoking rock
And who the hell can stop these **ed up cops
They like to overseaers and we like the slave bitches
Offer pussy to a nigga even though they got AIDS
You jumping in that pussy thatn you diving in the grave
White man build the prison and the niggas come through
Like the mother**ers giving out free barbeque
Lock a nigga up for life and say ** you
Most of ya'll ain't make it pass the 12th grade
That's why you making minimum wage or slanging rocks for chump change
Alot of people died for the right to vote
We don't use white devils taking nigga land and missuse it
On top of that I think my uncle on crack
My boy Quay Shaun took a slug in his back
>From another black now he in the coma trying to make it back
Come on come on
My old lady think she pregnant I ain't got no cash for her
She probably ** another nigga I wouldn't put it past her
My mind got me murderous like John Doe
Bitch**niggas trying to play me like a hoe
And now I'm rolling round ** on a steel dick
Bout to pull the trigger end it cause I'm tired of this bullshit
Know what I'm saying grown men don't cry
But the ghetto got me wheeping like a bitch I'm gone die on my knees


Black Jesus tell me why this world so **ed up
Allah, tell me why this world so **ed up
Black Jesus tell me why this world so **ed up for me
For me a nigga

Verse 2 (Abel)

They say that I was dealt some bad cards in this game of life
But before I take my trip I'm gone leave with them stripes
Sending dime bags of weed, toting nines til nose bleeds
My nerve so bad I had to pop one of those b's
I had to strap my jimmy hat or catch this double mint disease
See the devil in a crack pipe pointing at me
I seen a nigga shaking just lke he caught the holy ghost
But he really scored a gram of heroin for 80 bones
I got them stones, if you take a hit you can't resist
Now I'm crying, I think one of my brothers on that shit
Do you care if you live or die, really I don't know
But if there's hell below I think we all gonna go


Verse 3 (Master P)

Tell me is this heaven, is this hell
I ain't LL, but all I hear is funeral bells
The ghetto's trying to kill me, a born loser
A born hustler my uncle's a drug user
I'm from the projects or should I say the 3rd Ward
Where fools into killing and fiends walk like androids
Hooked up with the twins or should I say Kane & Abel
Trying to keep some change in my pockets, some food on my table

Verse 4 (Silkk)

You know what P your right
Cause Silkk was on the block like last night
Niggaz doing anything from selling drugs
to sell mugs smoking that glass pipe
I'm from a messed up city where niggas don't live long
they parents out-live they kids
Rest in peace to my homie they like split his wig
Now who won't walk that last mile to they death
Imaging taking a deep (inhales) that was your last breath
Just imaging your mom was prostituting your mom was smoking
Imagine your eyes don't close imagine your eyes don't open
I be like trying to keep the world and stay TRU
There's too much drama in my hood, gotta stay cool

Verse 5 (Master P)

As I lay me down to sleep
Black Jesus if you real, take me out this ghetto g
Cause its crazy its wicked
I got niggaz on every block trying to get a meal, ticket
They killing they murder
Little kids in 3 inch girdles
And life is just like Pac Man
Niggaz gumping up niggas but who gone be the next man
To lose his shoes, I mean lose his life
Who gone think twice, dying in this ghetto life
Cause in the White House, politicians run the country
But where I'm from in the ghetto's its bout drug money
Ice cream slanging
Niggas banging red and blue everybody's hanging
Niggas bout it, little kids get rowdy
But will I make it out this ghetto, I doubt it

(Kane & Abel talking)

I think the devil trying to get me to sell my soul
He keep on walking with me, he keep on talking with me
I think the devil's trying to get me to sell my soul
He trying to temp me with the bitches and money

Black Jesus black jesus if you feel me
Than save me and my ghetto people

Bottles To The Ground (NOFX)

You know it when it's over
Door are closing feel the sober staring at you
You know you better take one more good look

One more round then it's bottles to the ground
Smashing of the glass what a super sonic sound
You gotta pull the plug when it's time to die
Whoa whoa whoa, bottles to the ground

There's a suitcase on the side walk
There's some records in a milkcrate
She'll be staying
You'll be throwing whiskey over one lip

One more round then it's bottles to the ground
Smashing of the glass a perfect imperfect sound
You gotta pay the piper when the rats are gone
Whoa whoa whoa, bottles to the ground

One more round then it's bottles to the ground (x14)

** Off! (Insane Clown Posse)

"Wicked...W-Wicked." "B-Bitch."
"Wicked...W-Wicked." "B-Bitch."
"Wicked...W-Wicked." "B-Bitch."
"Wicked...W-Wicked." "B-B-B-B-Bitch. Bitch-B-Bitch."

Well, it's on. It's on like neden hoe **
I'm 2 Dope and I'm **in' drunk
Walked in the joint with my nuts hangin' out my drawers
All I wanna do is choke a bitch
Roll up a jimmy and smoke the bitch
I dropped outta school and I quit my job
All I wanna be is a fat, **in' slob
'cause I don't care about none of y'all bitches!
Shut the ** up and drop ya britches ("B-Bitch.")
'cause I'm cloggin' a bank! {"A bank!"}
So I don't give a ** about what none of y'all think
When I do a show, I wreck the place
I run around the stage kickin' bitches in the face
'cause I ain't nothin' soft,
so you and your boys can straight ** OFF!

(You can suck my nutsac, yo)
(You can shake, you're dime-stank though)
(You can kiss my ass, ya punk bitch!)
(Yo, ** you and ya Momma ain't shit!)
[End Chorus]

{*Phone Ringing*}
[Pizza Guy - Violent J]
"Uh, Pizza Boy Pizza."
"I want a large, extra cheese pizza."
"Pick-up or delivery."
"Okay, your address?"
"Yeah, it's near the high school. 232 ** OFF!"

When I was eight, I was on crack
I had Ms. Pella trained on the back
**in' after school every day
I turned that old bitch's neden hairs gray ("Hehehe")
'cause the Dope is all that!
My Mother's a witch and my Daddy's a hunchback
and nobody could ** wit' me
I used to drive a hearse to school, G,
with a stiff hangin' out the back
Bitch, you wouldn't know shit about that!
But there's one thing that I hate
It's always been hard for me to find a date ("AHHHHH!") {"B-Bitch."}
'cause I show up nice and neat
'Cause if you know, the Shaggs ain't soft
If you don't like it you can ** OFF!!!

[Violent J]
"What's up? Violent J, the Southwest Juggala.
Y'know what I'm sayin'? I walk into a bitch's house,
walk up to they Moms, grab 'em by the face and say '** offffff!'"

(You and your Momma can suck my dick!)
(You can shake your bitch-ass quick)
(I could give a ** less, G)
('Cause you ain't worth shit to me!)
[End Chorus]

[Violent J]
Violent J, the motha**in', blood-suckin' vampire
Please stomp on my head 'cause it's on fire!
I got another funky rhyme, so lemme kick it

I walk up, like a mental case
and start throwin' left hooks, at ya face
I won't mix no rap with rock-n-roll
..like somebody else I know. {"B-Bitch."}
Bitch boy, you can suck my sack
and after that you can kiss my asscrack
And freaks, you ain't all that
Titties ain't shit but sacs are fat! ("Bitch!")
'Cause if you really wanna know what I think,
I think your neden stank like a fish tank
So in the early cracks of dawn,
take your two fat sacks of shit and get the ** on! ("Hehe, hehehehe!")
Best leave me a dollar for Faygo, bitch,
or I'ma have to bust you in your **in' lips! ("Ha-ha-ha!")
Next time you think I'm soft,
I hope you remember to ** OFF!

(All you bitches hate me anyways..)
(... so you can suck my nuts all day!)
(You can lick my nutsac, Tiffy!)
(Yo, you can suck my **in' dick!)
[End Chorus]

"I'll say one thing, baby.
When Carol said you were a cooky nympho cunt,
she sure as hell wasn't kidding.
Well, that's it 'til next time, bitch!"

[Shaggy2Dope]{Violent J}
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! ** YOU!/("** OFF, BITCH!"){"Y'know what I'm sayin'?"}
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! ** YOU!/{"I-C-P's in tha motha**in' neck town!"}
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! ** YOU!/{"Peace to Atlanta, y'know what I'm sayin'?"}{"Blitz in the motha**in' house!"}("YEAH, MOTHA**A!")
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! ** YOU! {"Atlanta, GA, y'know what I'm sayin'? Toledo!"}
{"Motha**in' Lexington."} ("YEAH! ** OFF!")
{"Motha**in'... you-know-what-I'm sayin'?"}
{"Mo'**in', uh... you-know-what-I'm sayin'?"}
("** OFF!") {"** off, man!"}
** off!
{"Bring it on, bitch!"}

Super Fly (Music Instructor)

D-Rock is the munch, with or without
Everybody knows that I'll slap their mutha**ers in their mouth
Better pay attention, as I lay this shit higher
Understand this funk. funk the bonfire
Burnin' is the city that I'm coming
Back wit' this shit, cos' you're acting like you drop funk
Call me in n' out
I know you wanna sound like me
That's because I never imitate the upper MC's

U-u-u-upper MC's

All you super, super fly
Yeah, we super, super fly
And we gonna take you high
Cos' we super, super fly

Super fly guy if you like it or not
Then you know it's pity, cos' my city is hot
Here's a noble lesson, just before I retire
Takin' up ahead from my lick a' barb wire
Rappers take your style, cos' I'm strolling along
Collecting hit after hit, so guess I drop bombs
I know, you never heard a rapper like me
That's because I'm a super fly and a funky MC

U-u-upper MC's

All you super, super fly
Yeah, we super, super fly
And we gonna take you high
Cos' we super, super fly

U-u-upper MC's
Yeah, we super, super fly
And we gonna take you high
U-u-upper MC's

Katakan (Nana)

Na Na ...Na Na..Na..

Kali pertama ku jumpa denganmu
Meluat dengan gelagatmu
Bilaku mula kenali dirimu

Jantung ku mula berdegup laju

Tak tahan getaran yang melanda di hati
Tak pernah kurasakan sebegini

Tak tahan getaran yang melanda di hati
Tak berhenti berpeluh bila kau di sisiku

Lebih seribu kalu cubaku katakan ku suka kamu
Lebih seribu kali juga kau membisu buat tak tahu

Na Na ..Na Na Na..

Tolong katakan tolong beritahu
Jika benar kau suka padaku
Ku Mahu **ng tak berhenti senyum
Makan kenyang tidur pun berlagu

Tahan getaran yang melanda di hati
(Tak tahan getaran yang melanda di hati)
Tak pernah kurasakan sebegini

Tak tahan getaran yang melanda di hati
(Tak tahan getaran yang melanda di hati
Tak berhenti berpeluh bila kau di sisiku

Ulang Korus.

Mic check 1...2
I really wanna be eith you
Hey baby boo
Come and go with me
We're supposed to be
Together, you feelin' me?
I'm like three times better than him
It's little Z
You wanna go with the flow
Let's go
You wanna take it slow

Let's go
YOu know I'm cool with that
Words are hard to suppress
Gotta go through tests
Hey Nana!...Who me! Yeah you, note that
My love's the best!!!

Tolong katakan tolong beritahu
Jika benar kau suka padaku
Jangan kau senyum dan buat tak tahu
Tak kuasa aku nak menunggu

Ulang korus

Lebih baik engkau berterus terang sahaja segala-gala
Jika kau terus membisu buat ku tunggu..ku


Tossed Up (Mean Green)

featuring UGK

[Pimp C] (Bun b)
hol up..smoke something bitch
keep your mind on your money (keep my mind on my money)
I represent UGK river know what I'm talking bout (black owned)
independent and black owned (smoked up)
smoke on something
so get your mind right

uhhh I'm young mother** sweet jones
pimpin the six
gotta yellow bone bitch cooking me serving bricks
since I was 17 I've been a legend in texas
screaming ** the police and blowing dough in the lexus
I saw your video nigga, you're slow and sloppy
spent 500,000 on a carbon copy
while I was smoking with the young soldiers in the caddy
yall ** off your money trying to be puff daddy
i'm a OG rock baller
I know some nigga that a bust 17 off in your impala
you ** them hoes and pay em top dollar
I'm still down with lil J I gotta the money and the ** power

chorus x 2
now all you niggas talking shit you getting tossed up
and all of these hoes that's on the dick they getting tossed up
we got them cookies and them bricks they getting tossed up
so don't you be bout nothing slick you getting tossed up

[verse 2]
yall niggas done **ed up and called up some treal niggas
niggas who ain't scared to put 6 in your Hilfiger
deal wit a nigga like a swisha and split him down the middle
remind a mother**er who the real hard hitter
gold diggers for cheese jealous and in keys keeping berretas
for them playing hating fellas what the ** can you tell us
driving benzs with mo mos hoes ** our toes
cause they know we the niggas roll with all the goddamn dough
I cook a quarter pound of blow sell it for 44
selling ounces for 5.50 caught you 12 at your door
it's smitty the pimp dope pro hoe I know the rules
the early bird gets the bread if you snooze you lose

chorus x 2

[Bun -B]
you done pushed the panic button
now we taking it all like a glutton
any tripping we cutting so listen it's bubby hutton
now any hoe that snort in here you can catch the nuttin
we synonymous with a rock like charles s dutton our prophecies
now wasn't you that sudsucker
talking shit with that funky bitch up in that fuddruckers
you best to be a mud ducker, I'm a thug bucker
and I got one specially designed for all you mother**ers
we love ruckus, wanna shuck and jive
but when I came through with that four to the ** five
niggas duck and dive ?????
what a ** liar
bitch ain't no time to get flossed up
I'm sauced up you said it cost what woooo-d

chorus x 4


No ha pasado tanto tiempo desde el dia que nos despedimos que una misa se llevo el vestido de un amor que parecia eterno Han pasado tantos años y me ...

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