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Ecouter Oum kaltoum enta omri ام كلثوم: انت عمري


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Jerusalém De Ouro (Ofra Haza)

O ar da montanha é límpido com o vinho
E o perfume dos pinheiros é carregado na brisa do luso-fusco entre os sons dos sinos.
E no contraste de árvore e pedra capturado nos seus sonhos a cidade assenta-se solitária e no seu meio está o muro.
Refrão:JERUSALEM DE OURO,E DE BRONZE ,E LUZ entre tudo isso sou um violino para todas as suas canções.
Como as cisternas secaram o mercado está vazio e ninguém mais freqüenta o Monte do Templo na cidade antiga.
E nas grutas na montanha os ventos estão contidos e ninguém mais desce para o Mar Morto pelos caminhos de Jericó.
Refrão:JERUSALÉM DE OURO,E DE BRONZE,E DE LUZ entre tudo isso eu sou o violino para todas as suas canções.
mas assim como eu venho cantar hoje para ti,e adornar coroas para ti(contar suas preces) eu sou o menor das mais jovensde suas criancinhas(ou seja,sou o menos honrado a faze-lo)e o último dos poetas nascidos pelo seu nome cerram-se os lábios como o beijo de um Serafim
Se eu me esquecer de ti ,JERUSALÉM,qual é o todo ouro...
Refrão:JERUSALÉM DE OURO,E DE BRONZE,E DE LUZ entre tudo isso eu sou um violino para todas as suas canções.
Nós voltamos para as cisternas ao mercado e ao local do mercado
Um shofar pode ser ouvido a chamar para o Monte do Templo na velha cidade
E nas suas grutas na montanha milhares de sois brilham
Nós descemos mais uma vez ao Mar Morto pelo caminho de Jericó.
Refrão:JERUSALÉM DE OURO,E DE BRONZE,E DE LUZ entre tudo isso eu sou um violino para todas as suas canções.

Enta Da Stage (Black Moon)

Buckshot

[ VERSE 1: Buckshot Shorty ]
Jump up
All my niggas in the house raise up your blunts just once
I'm bringin it back, back to the original crook
Flippin the hook like flippin a book
Niggas know my style cause I be buckwildin on Franklin
It's time for Buck cause you're dead and stinkin
The original comin through with the boogaloo
What you gon' do to the crew, make way for the brothers who
Will quick react, bust a cap, breakin your back
And breakin the fact that your act is a shitty pack
You shoulda got with the Shot, lyrical Glock
Run up on your block with my trigger pon cock
So ease out, selector, play that shit
For all my niggas locked down, play that shit
For all my niggas Uptown, play that shit
And when I pick up the microphone somebody head get split
So polly I'ma give you every page
Bustin the gauge, light it up, now come in the stage

[ CHORUS ]
Jump up
(Into the stage of the Buckshot Shorty)

[ VERSE 2: Buckshot Shorty ]
If you want it, bring on your army, troop, I'm with it
Now your girl is all over my dick because I hit it
From the front - ugh, from the back - ugh
Load the clip, hit em up with the back in his **in back
You better run, **er
The original is a real gun lover, word to mother
Buckshot, come test me if you wan dead
And if the weed is good it gotta hit my head
So I can see shit slow
I'm bringin it down to the highs and the lows of the flow
A mind master, rhyme, lyrical blast a bitch
I own the flow, you know I mastered it
What, picture a nigga droppin me
Ain't shit stoppin me, you're cockin me
I've shown I'm prone to plastic niggas
At the count of three squeeze your trigger
On a bigot blasted bitch I hit you with the hook
From the ( ? ), after hook, after hook
You know I Got Cha Opin, Make, Take Munne, Munne
Ack Like U Want It, ain't a damn thing funny
Son Get Wrec with your Black Smif-n-Wessun
Shit Iz Real when I toss another lesson

[ CHORUS ]

Amor Barato (Chico Buarque)

Eu queria ser
Um tipo de compositor
Capaz de cantar nosso amor
Modesto

Um tipo de amor
Que é de mendigar cafuné
Que é pobre e às vezes nem é
Honesto

Pechincha de amor
Mas que eu faço tanta questão
Que se tiver precisão
Eu furto

Vem cá, meu amor
Agüenta o teu cantador
Me esquenta porque o cobertor é curto

Mas levo esse amor
Com o zelo de quem leva o andor
Eu velo pelo meu amor
Que sonha

Que enfim, nosso amor
Também pode ter seu valor
Também é um tipo de flor
Que nem outro tipo de flor

Dum tipo que tem
Que não deve nada a ninguém
Que dá mais que maria-sem-vergonha

Eu queria ser
Um tipo de compositor
Capaz de cantar nosso amor
Barato

Um tipo de amor
Que é de esfarrapar e cerzir
Que é de comer e cuspir
No prato

Mas levo esse amor
Com o zelo de quem leva o andor
Eu velo pelo meu amor
Que sonha

Que enfim, nosso amor
Também pode ter seu valor
Também é um tipo de flor
Que nem outro tipo de flor

Dum tipo que tem
Que não deve nada a ninguém
Que dá mais que maria-sem-vergonha

How Many Emcees (Must Get Dissed) (Black Moon)

I'm takin ya back come follow me
on a journey to see a for real MC
the mind tricks the body
body thinks the mind is crazy
but when I get the slazy
keep my flow Im swayze
I break..you take
whatever type of shit the nigga Buckshot makes
the incredible lyical and original
You can kill a bull if you wanna take it cool
Whatever I see I attack(tack)
** up the back black/nigga ** that
The devil lurks in my heart yearns for it well
Look into the eyes of a nigga who fell
I hit my head on the concrete to beat defeat
(GUNSHOT)Another dead nigga in the street
Bullseye direct hit dont miss..
but How Many MC's Must Get Dissed

Chorus

I can break it down like whatever you want
your runnin like this
?????but I gets bizzd when Im pissed
Mister Buckshot rock it not quick
Bitch get off my dick
I open up and boot em then I shoot em up
Whatever
I'm clev-ever cuz I wear my leather in the winter
I enta da stage, nigga cock ya gauge
I bust em off somein awful
and then I leave the stage
I'm just a crazy maniac murder a murder type thinkin
ya shittin, ya**thinkin I caught ya blinkin
I wet em and forget I never should of met em
But he was talkin shit to my man
so had to get em
Yep..you can get the fist
Whatever
But How Many MC's Must Get Dissed

Chorus
I gotta nigga on scope throught the eye of an Eagle
but I had the nigga puffin steel
my brain is lethal
Pain as a niggas brain Im goin insane
pound after pound and come stomp on ya brain
Pick up the route and be jetty wit the loot
dont try to walk wit a switch bitch like your cute
you jus couldnt let me stick my dick and ride on the regular
Prendsedara excetera yah right
so ** what you heard its about gettin blipped
In 1993 mother**ers get dissed

How Many MC's... (Black Moon)




Im takin ya back come follow me
on a journey to see a for real MC
the mind tricks the body
body thinks the mind is crazy
but when I get the slazy
keep my flow Im swayze
I break..you take
whatever type of shit the nigga Buckshot makes
the incredible lyical and original
You can kill a bull if you wanna take it cool
Whatever I see I attack(tack)
** up the back black/nigga ** that
The devil lurks in my heart yearns for it well
Look into the eyes of a nigga who fell
I hit my head on the concrete to beat defeat
(GUNSHOT)Another dead nigga in the street
Bullseye direct hit dont miss..
but How Many MC's Must Get Dissed
Chorus
I can break it down like whatever you want
your runnin like this
?????but I gets bizzd when Im pissed
Mister Buckshot rock it not quick
Bitch get off my dick
I open up and boot em then I shoot em up
Whatever
Im clev-ever cuz I wear my leather in the winter
I enta da stage, nigga cock ya gauge
I bust em off somein awful
and then I leave the stage
Im just a crazy maniac murder a murder type thinkin
ya shittin, ya**thinkin I caught ya blinkin
I wet em and forget I never should of met em
But he was talkin shit to my man
so had to get em
Yep..you can get the fist
Whatever
But How Many MC's Must Get Dissed
Chorus
I gotta nigga on scope throught the eye of an Eagle
but I had the nigga puffin steel
my brain is lethal
Pain as a niggas brain Im goin insane
pound after pound and come stomp on ya brain
Pick up the route and be jetty wit the loot
dont try to walk wit a switch bitch like your cute
you jus couldnt let me stick my dick and ride on the regular
Prendsedara excetera yah right
so ** what you heard its about gettin blipped
In 1993 mother**ers get dissed





Pernah Mencoba (Dr.Pm)

Houm lahale oum laha lukulahale....

Rasa yang pernah ada antara kita
Dua hati menyatu Kini berlalu
Akankah semua ini datang kembali

Walaupun kini
Kau bukan milikku
Ku bukan milikmu

[chorus]
Kita pernah mencoba
Satu rasa nikmati cinta ini
Luangkanlah sejenak
Untuk kita bersama satukan rasa

Houm lahale oum laha lukulahale....

Masa akhiri waktu untuk kita
Yang tak kita dapatkan
Untuk selamanya

Walaupun kini
Kau bukan milikku
Ku bukan milikmu

[chorus]
Kita pernah mencoba
Satu rasa nikmati cinta ini
Luangkanlah sejenak untuk kita
bersama satukan rasa

Lepaskanlah anganmu, anganku
'Tuk kembali satukan cinta

[chorus]
Kita pernah mencoba
Satu rasa nikmati cinta ini
Luangkanlah sejenak untuk kita
bersama satukan rasa

Run 4 Cover (Featuring Ghostface, Street Life) ((Hed) P.E.)

[Street Life]
Yo yo, enta, enta, enta, enta yo
It's the synical, lyrical rap individual
On my death bed I spit sick flows that's critical
I'm not a fan of this, I'm a mic vandalist
Thug therapist, my clan's too original
My slang bang to wax, words that's visual
Too digital for y'all common street criminals
Who wanna come test, lick the sweat from my genitals
We can get off the mic and get a little physical
I was born to rock since they cut my umbilical
Cord, I swing swords, behold the prolifical
Rhyme writer, hip-hop provider, prize fighter
Live wire, quick to set the mic on fire
I speak legalized dope, hitman for hire
I quote murderous notes, dope rhyme supplier
Hang glide on the mic like a stunt driver
And I won't stop rockin till I retire

[Redman]
Yo yo yo
When it comes to the darts, I throw em
Flamethrower, blow your section-eight home to your payphone up
Grass smoker, in the cut for the lawnmower
I water, I ride the wale that ate Jonah
Over, your faced wit the black cape over
You woke up four gorillas wit a makeover
Packin a punch, asthma pump takeover
My crew boards, and the whole plane lays over
(YO YO!) You can't talk wit the tape over
Pass the pussy, get out, date's over
Back to your gray Nova that's way slower
Redline to five on the highway shoulder
Enemies say "Doc the one to play closer"
This baboon loose off the chain choker
Hardcore, ?jacore? I hate poker
But y'all spread when my bullet's daytona

[Chorus] 8x
Comin through, comin through duck
Run for cover (BASS!)

[Method Man]
Yo yo this ain't ya granddaddy music, it's hip hop
Comin through your woofer like a mute kit
Hundred-thousand watts on some bullshit
I blackout eclipse wit the semi bust a full clip (CLAP OUT!)
Touch one if any, that's my complexing conquest
Now tell that shit to the court, I plead no contest
From none of y'all, please
I potty train pissy-ass rugrat for free
Keep the cake for the family and off Sarah Lee
That's how we do, powerful, movin on ya left!
Mista who, Meth, black gorilla, beatin on his chest
I suggest, you pay yo' debt or Protect Ya Neck
I suggest, you wear a vest makin all them threats
Here's a chin check that cash and splash niggas in half
Smash rappers like hash (smoke em down to ashes)
At last it's the crew that party crashes the masses
Madness wildin out like special ed classes

[Ghostface Killah]
Straight out the gate, meet Tony
Don of all dons, behind New York King Tut wit one arm
Banana Nut Crunch last cinnamon toast with power rose
Whips dirty, dustin my bitch, ** PAROLE!
Peace shout he's Wallee Timb's, wild out (wild out)
We in the spot, guns go off though
Came out his mask it was Ollie North
Oh shit, what up what up Ghost
Congratulations on your new flick
Burn it dead who max the most
Word up you got the most Clarks
Bravehearts spin this
For under come down in the pale he need minutes
Told y'all before I kick doors off the hinges
Ain't no cooler and there ain't no Guiness
Money like Barry Blue, Keanu Reeves wit bench slippers
Play the PGA Tour wit Jack Nicklaus
Statues of Mary, gas that bust mercury
Sit through the biggest storm and hand out turkey

[Redman]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, WHUUUA!!!
That's the way I like it

[Method Man]
PISSY**RUSTY**NIGGAS!!
(0-7-1-0-3) 1-0-3-0-4

Black Smif-N-Wessun (Black Moon)




[Featuring Smif-N-Wessun]
Verse One: Steele
Here we go, break of day, with a mad live session
Down in Bucktown it's Black Moon, and Smif-N-Wessun
Pick up the pace cuz we're right behind ya black
The punk got X-amount of shots, take one to your back
BOO-YAA-KAA!!! Mr. Ripper did the shooting
Cops heard the shots, shit's hot cuz they're pursuing
But it's my stomping groung where herds get blown down
Think I'm gettin caught by beasts youse a damn clown
Check the drums of death as I break what's left
of your face, cuz you're sellin out the rap race
Your family cried as your body lies in it's casket
I keep a black Smith-and-Wessun in my polo jacket
Sixteen shots, for all you hardrocks
And if your bitch is a dime she can get the cock
Straight up and down, we two terrible toughies
The Vickster hit your pockets then I made your eyes puffy
What pussy? Better drop your mic and get to steppin
Before you're face to face with a black Smith-and-Wessun
Chorus: repeat 4X
Load the clip, bust lead to the head
The nappy head dread, Buckshot and Baldhead
Verse Two: Buckshot
Real niggaz represent and don't die
Never dead like I said all we **in do is multiply
I puff a mad bag of buddha
Niggaz be like "Yo who the shorty?"
I'm bustin niggaz with my six-shooter
I get so much pussy my dick be in stitches
Red-boned or even **ed-up black Zulu bitches
What? This lil nigga is a mad stalker
Brooklyn, New York will grab the leash around your neck and then I
walk ya
If youse a bigger nigga bigger niggaz get bucked
Cuz I'm the Buck and I don't give a ** my dick you can suck
Buck is a killer, thrill a nigga like Manilla
I'm small but strong like that ** gorilla
A crazy-ass nigga puttin Brooklyn on the map
I never gave a **, I never give a **, cuz I'm all that
I take no shit see, givin the Buck fifty
I even blew your bitch cuz your man tried to stick me
Chorus
Verse Three: Tek
Ahh shit, a personality split
And I'm bout to flip with my nigga pull the trigger let the Glock spit
A little bad-ass shorty with no remorse
I kill forties and quarts remains on stage so who the boss?
Another boom blew up the scene
throughout the planet, get green, now I got sticky mean with my tag
team
G want a clip thinkin I'm takin this the underground moves
There ain't no more fakin if you're fakin I'm bakin it
Straight up and down, nuff respect to Bucktown
Home of the chrome, where I roam, not givin a ** now
Damn, just when you thought it was safe
to come out, with a rhyme, I got the nine to your face
Boom, hooked up with Black Moon, now it's on for real
so I pack more steel lookin for the kill
Hope you're not the picture on my scope, cuz the dread'll
pump lead, from the black Smith-and-Wessun, nuff said
Chorus

Make Munne (Black Moon)

(One two y'all, ya don't stop) --> KRS-One

[ VERSE 1: Buckshot Shorty ]
Back in the days we used to hit Pitkin Av
Knapsack strapped on my back cause everything got bagged
In sight, when I got put out put up a fight
Then I took flight, all you seen was a streak of light
Ghost, you didn't catch me if you wanted to
I broke, it's time to catch some wreck, where's my crew?
Hit up the ball ( ? ), fill up the pad with ease
Pump shit on the block and make at least two g's
Sometimes I even hit the pocket, I got knocked
One time, two times, shit, they couldn't stop it
I had to make my loot, I had to make my dough
So I took my 'Lo and Guess, then bumped the rest
On the ave, it's all about the green
And niggas who make mad green know what I mean
So if you in the house and you know what it's about
Gettin paid, come on, let me hear you shout

[ CHORUS ]
Make money, money, make money, money, money (4X)
Take money, money, take money, money, money (4X)

[ VERSE 2: Buckshot Shorty ]
I got to get paid, and I mean quick fast
And if it ain't the cash then that**get blast
Livin in New York nowadays is like damn
Cause if you're broke nobody wants to be your man
Especially the girls when it come to gettin game
You got to have the loot plus the gear to maintain
I can't take the heat, there's a strain on my brain
And when my pockets are broke my heart feels the pain
I gotta get a grip cause I might just flip
I'm thinkin of a vic, where's my crew and my clip?
It's a jack, take your **in hand off the wheel
Turn around slowly, bitch, you know the deal
(Shorty, you crazy) Nah, I need dough
And I'ma do what I gotta do, where's my flow?
I wanna grab the mic, flip the script and get paid
But if I puff a daydream, damn, I'm gettin played
Word to my meals, no frills, gotta go
And if you wanna bump makin dough let me know
I rather get paid with the paid program
You can keep your fame and ** who's the man
I scheme and I scheme till I go get the green
And if you want a scene of the money fiend
Niggas ( ? ) hit the screen
Everybody in the house, if you want dough
You gots to let me know

[ CHORUS ]

[ VERSE 3: Buckshot Shorty ]
I'm gettin kinda old, now my moms wanna flip
Up out the crib, damn, I gotta hit a **in lick
The house ain't clean and the rent's overdue
I hear the same line, yeah, "I do it all for you"
You do it all for me but all I want is my own
I wanna represent, so I keep shit known
That I'm for the dough and nothin but the dead pres
** Uncle Sam and the bullshit he says
You got to get paid says the man on the corner
See a fly shortie lookin good, push up on her
Now I'm like the man cause I bring home the bacon
Shit is mad real, kid, ain't no move-fakin
On the streets of New York, whatever you talk
It seems like only poor people eat pork
Word to my herb, make your loot in the spot
If you wanna get paid, let me see you lick one shot

[ CHORUS ]

Beijando A Flora (Alceu Valença)

Sou beija-flor, beija-flor beijando a flora
Sou beija-flor, dou um beijo e vou embora
Sou beija-flor, beija-flor beijando a flora
Sou beija-flor, dou um beijo e vou embora

Está faltando um grau, um grau, um grau
Pra meu corpo pegar fogo
Nessa temperatura, menina,
Quem agüenta esse sufoco?

Me diga morena o que vamos fazer,
Amar, sentir prazer
Me diga menina o que vamos fazer,
Amar, sentir prazer

Morena, eu te desejo
Quero um beijo sem demora
Te amo tanto, tanto,
Como um beija-flor a flora

Sou beija-flor, beija-flor beijando a flora
Sou beija-flor, dou um beijo e vou embora
Sou beija-flor, beija-flor beijando a flora
Sou beija-flor, dou um beijo e vou embora


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