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Ecouter Dulce Floricielo - Maltratos ◄█ HD Primicia 2012 - Cumbia Sureña 2012 - Floricielo 2013


Paroles

LET ME UP (I'VE HAD ENOUGH) (Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers)

Work 20 years and they'll take care of you
They'll buy you a diamond, they'll send you on a cruise
Give it all your money, give it all your time
Then wake up one morning and wonder why

Let me up
I've had enough

I believe you baby, I know you wouldn't lie
Like a dog won't bark, like a bird won't fly
Yeah pretty little baby, you're a weapon with eyes
I know what you want, but it's a surprise
Let me up--I've had enough

Yeah, yeah, bet honest with me
Honey am I what you thought I would be

You tell me you love me baby, you'll be true
I want to believe you, but I don't know why I do
I woke up this mornin', there was a car in the drive
I didn't recognize it, who was that guy?

Let me up
I've had enough

I believe you baby, I know you wouldn't lie
Like a dog won't bark, like a bird won't fly
Yeah pretty little bab y, you're a weapon with eyes
I know what you want, but it's a surprise
Let me up--I've had enough

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I tell ya, this is not
A question of humility here

Alone With 20 Bucks (Videodrone)

Living, barely surviving
Freebasing life till its end
Divided soulless vices
Death before life could begin

Evil dollar bills, life stood still
A tumor removed from your brain
Prescription refilled, a cure for my ill
Blood stains painted over again

You tell me how to think
You tell me how to feel
`Cause I want to know what is real
Is anyone real?

Adolescent, nothing's exciting
Deception from satan's end
Enticing voiceless vices
Suffocate before life could begin

Evil dollar bills, life stood still
A tumor removed from your brain
Prescription refilled, a cure for my ill
Blood stains painted over again

You tell me how to think
You tell me how to feel
`Cause i want to know what is real
Is anyone real?

Sweating Bullets (Megadeth)

Dave Mustaine

Hello me... Meet the real me
And my misfits way of life
A dark black past is my
Most valued possession
Hindsight is always 20-20,
But looking back it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
Nice story... Tell it to Reader's Digest!

Chorus
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me, and
My air is getting thin
I'm in trouble for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm chomping at the bit, and my
Palms are getting wet, sweating bullets.

Solo - Dave

Hello me... It's me again
You can subdue, but never tame me
It gives me a migraine headache
Thinking down to your level
Yea, just keep on thinking it's my fault
And stay an inch or two outta kicking distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations

Chorus
Feeling claustrophobic
Like the walls are closing in
Blood stains on my hands and
I don't know where I've been
I'm in trouble for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm sharpening the axe and my
Palms are getting wet, sweating bullets

Well, me... it's nice talking to myself
A credit to dementia
Some day you too will know my pain
And smile its blacktooth grin
If the war inside my head
Won't take a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers claw your back
Here I come again

Chorus
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is getting thin
Feeling claustrophobic
Like the walls are closing in
Blood stains on my hands and
I don't know where I've been
Once you committed me
Now you've acquitted me
Claiming validity
For your stupidity
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
Here I come again, whoa!
Sweating bullets

Mr. Telephone Man (Dream)

Chorus:
Mr. telephone man, there's something wrong with my line
When I dial my baby's number, I get a click every time
Mr. telephone man, there's something wrong with my line
When I dial my baby's number, I get a click every time

When I dial 6-1-1 paid service
She said “hello, may I help you please”
I told her something must be wrong with my phone
Cause my baby wouldn't hang up on me

Chorus:
Mr. telephone man, there's something wrong with my line
When I dial my baby's number, I get a click every time
Mr. telephone man, there's something wrong with my line
When I dial my baby's number, I get a click every time

He let the phone ring
20 times before he answered
Let me tell you what happened then
A minute later, I got the operator, saying
“Please hang up and place you call again” baby

Chorus:
Mr. telephone man
There's something wrong with my line
When I dial my baby's number
I get a click every time
Mr. telephone man
Something's wrong with the line
(There's something wrong with my line)
When I dial his number
(When I dial my baby's number)
(I get a click every time)

Some strange woman is on the telephone (the telephone)
Keeps telling me that my baby, he ain't home (that he's not home)
He ain't got no party line, this situation blows my mind
Oh... I just can't take this anymore

Bridge:
Please operator, see what you can do
I dialed the right number, but I still couldn't get through
Would you just check the wire, his number one more time if you can
I'm pretty sure he's phone ain't being answered by no woman

Chorus:
Mr. telephone man
There's something wrong with my line
When I dial my baby's number
I get a click every time
Mr. telephone man
Something's wrong with the line
(There's something wrong with my line)
When I dial his number
(When I dial my baby's number)
(I get a click every time)

Must be a bad connection
With my loving affection
Ah Baby, I just can't take this no more
This situation blows my mind
Can't get my baby on the line
(On the line)

Chorus:
Mr. telephone man (I tried dialing information)
There's something wrong with my line
When I dial my baby's number (I get no cooperation)
I get a click every time
Mr. telephone man (Mr. on the phone telling me my baby ain't home)
There's something wrong with my line
When I dial my baby's number (ah baby)
I get a click every time (I just can't take it anymore)

Mr. telephone man (help me out)
There's something wrong with my line (please Mr. Telephone Man)
When I dial my baby's number (help me out)
I get a click every time (please Mr. Telephone Man)
Mr. telephone man there's something wrong with the line (Mr. Telephone Man)
When I dial his number I get a click every time...

Big Truck Boys (Mystikal)

(Chorus 2x)
Buckle Up Boy
Dont Give a ** boy
Here The Gillatine
Big Ryders With The rest of the Big Trunk boys
Leather Shit With the Big Chrome Boy
Hit 'em with flat double barrel Big strung Boy

(Mystikal)
Dont Get Caught Up with my big truck boy
** Up Doggg!!
Respect My Line And Keep my shit clean
Aint Gone Let The Big Buck Fall
White On Black Tinted Windows
With the big black dog
Nigga Slippin Bitches
Toten
Trying To Get Knocked Off
Its With the corna Shit
Sidewalk
3 6 Hard
Aint No Mutha **a know whats on my old man log
From Yall with the paint balls Horrible Dogs
Ten hut but i can pay for it fog fog
Somebody follin me in my rear view
and it probaly them lawerys
Thinkin im slanging that powder
But I aint bout to cop no charge
Thats the pt crosier Double R no job
But i aint got no time im bout to ride to the frayer
Hope they dont bring my shit back cause he aint to far
If they take my shit strait over to buisness for war
im talkin better you got the yak yay
I said i aint got the day
I said you strait
Yes im on my way with my shit
THATS what i did broke off head
show me whats up thats what i said
Hot curds front light in the streets
wodie wanted every small car 5 10 east

(Chorus 2x)

(Mystikal)
Tellin a motha **a to strada
talk on the phone drinks grada
state troopers can kiss my**
the rest of you Bitches gone eat my dust
Hit the city limit Lyrics start
Yellin "thats my truck"
Pull Up the red light
tring to watch which nigga bone get back bra
Packin towla gone rollin through town
catch up with the fella
with drug dealls hooka's and stella's
better watch out for car jackers
some of the bitchs**niggas jelouse
Betta lock you tower girl
they comin to get yo need devoloped
uptown hot be serivin like they be slappin round nigga's
them nigga got a gillatin in they navigator
on the back niggas standin dancin
Keepin this nigga on the nextel wont even awnser
some white nigga tryin to be like a snake
dont even know whats happening

(Chorus 2x)

(Mystikal)
Belive me niggas on 18 & 19
20 up tinted up piped up
tank up filled up grilled up loaded siked up
hyped up iced up polo striped up might up
they want fresh cuts they rush all like big trucks
Big house big car big dogs like big stuff
big piano pig feet pig smoked hut hut hut
I like the to let the sun roof to let the wind blow my hair
I tured on 5th avenue boom! there them nigga's go right there
lookin at all them guns will do harm to yo eye balls
these niggas live you might not see can the side walk
showing off with some thing mystikal
drip drop
He aught know being a dog he gone tag it
looking like he gone charge at me cut
nigga drinkin taboscian mixed with wine
put it 1 i put em with a cat fish
dangrous niggas having fun
holling at q we got a show in florida
here we come

(Chorus till fade)

Get Ready For This (2 Unlimited)




Ya'll ready for this?
Get down with the style,
House on the ground,
Please when I squeeze,
Pump to your knees.
Who wants to play?
I'm in here to stay,
Ready to take you around the way,
So get ready for this.
Mind your own biz,
Cause I invented the microphone biz.
No need to sit, cause we're 2 Unlimited;
Ready, ready, ready for this!
Feel the base, you just get closer.
Be impressed by the words I chose of,
Once again kickin' it live,
Doin' everything yo just to survive
A wall to wall, I think I stand,
Being on stage with a mic in my hand,
Bustin' it live to the crowd,
The age is 20, I'm from the south!
Be a part,
Break my heart.
Get ready for this,
Mind your own biz.
People in the front,
Show me what you want,
And I won't give it in..
Get ready for this!
We're 2 Unlimited,
So people won't you sit?
Movin' up and down,
Dancin' on the ground.
Feelin' kinda free; security.
House is style that moves you from the ground.
House on the ground, bass in your face,
Racin' the place, no time to waste.
Feelin' hypnotised,
I can see it in your eyes.
Feelin' kinda better,
Put on your sweater.
Feelin' like a white,
I think it doesn't matter.
Super, dope, def, and even outrageous.
If I was an animal, theyd've kept me in cages,
So get ready for this!
Ya'll ready for this?
Step back, relax. Don't you wanna come in?
When I start rappin' the girlies wanna come in.
Into my house, into my room,
That's the part where it goes "boom! boom!".
Name here is Ray, the group is 2 Unlimited,
We've got a lot to say...to you, ah yeah and your other crew, if it is
a
dream, boom see boom!

Un Lugar Celestial (A Heavenly Place) (Jaci Velasquez)

Mark Heimermann, Regie Hamm, Bob Farrell & David Velasquez

Sometimes I realize when I gaze in the skies
This spinning world is not my home
A place of mystery, a land of destiny
Is where I know someday I'll go

I dream of beauty I have never seen
I know the arms of heaven wait for me
And yet I feel its sweetness here and now
In this life on earth -- I have found

CHORUS:
Un lugar celestial
Just a little bit of heaven sent from up above
Un lugar celestial
Where the presence of my Father
Holds me in His love
Un lugar celestial

When all my skies are gray
I simply steal away
Into my secret hiding place
When hearts are cold as ice
The breath of paradise
Blows warm and gentle on my face

I know I need my time alone with Him
His healing waters flowing deep within
Don't have to wish upon a distant star
¡®Cause the light of love fills my heart

CHORUS

El cielo me llama (Heaven is calling me)
Caminando en las nubes (Walking on the clouds)
Dulce beso delibertad (Sweet kiss of liberty)
Nubes de gloria (Clouds of glory)

CHORUS


Lyrics ©1996 Fun Attic Music/ASCAP/McSpadden-Smith Music LLC/SESAC/Summerdawn Music LCC (a subsidiary of McSpadden-Smith Music)/Bob Farrell Music/ASCAP/Word Music (a div. of Word, Inc.)/ASCAP

I Don't Care (Foxy Brown)

I I I DON'T CARE
I DON'T CARE

[Chyna White]
Yo, consider me a roll model if there's beef in the club
I'm that lil' white bitch that's gonna throw bottles
Me and the fam has this whole model
** you, ** them, ** all uh yall
So what if this is not the kids?
So what if there's a hundred labels that got the bid?
So what if I dreamed the devil never dared me to sin?
So what if the industry compares me to him?
So what if I write hard?
Or is it really just a big **in' deal cuz' it's comin' from a white broad
So what, hear me so what?!
If I bring it most of these rappers gon' fold up
I don't care if I might be on top, I can give a flyin' **
If you like me or not
So what if you think I'm not the illest chick?
I don't care you still gotta feel dis bitch
I don't care

[Chorus]
To all the hatas that be lookin' to fade us
We not concerned wit what chu put in the papers
I DON'T CARE
We stayin' focus while you try to provoke us
We never cared that industry notice
I DON'T CARE

[Foxy Brown]
Don't give a FLUCK (**) niggas know I'm BUCK
Niggas know I'm reppin' they don't ** wit' me
Bitches know I'm 7 go head get slick
Tick this bitch off get cho highway to heaven nigga
Slick shit hot shit I'm so gutter
If I die tomorrow I reserect through my young brotha
Oh Gawd got to warn yah first shawty spit hard
And she rollin' with the Brown broad
Young Fox don't co-sign shit niggas know she gotta be a live bitch
If we ** wit her
Niggas know how the ** I flow
It's a rap I'm so back it's a double high mode nigga
Please believe it's the BK pretty broad
Code D is a white ** in the city broad
Out in that field we get it crunk we cruise pop
Wit two 20 glocks holla yah heard Fox

[Chorus] (x2)

Rock Your Baby (Poi Dog Pondering & Two Nice Girls)

Woman, take me in your arms
And rock your baby
Woman, take me in your arms
And rock your baby

There's nothin' to it
And just say that you wanna do it
Now open up your heart
And let the lovin' start

Woman, take me in your arms
And rock your baby
Woman, take me in your arms
And rock your baby

Hold me tight
With all of your might
Now let your lovin' flow
Real sweet and slow

Woman, take me in your arms
And rock your baby
Woman, take me in your arms
And rock your baby

Woman, take me in your arms
And rock your baby
Woman, take me in your arms
And rock your baby

Woman, take me in your arms
And rock your baby
Woman, take me in your arms
And rock your baby

Ah-ooooooh, rock your baby
Ah-ooooooh, rock your baby
Rock your baby, rock your baby
Rock your baby, rock your baby

Stylin' (Foxy Brown)

(-Intro-)
Fever Baby
OK, alright
Brooklyn,
Uh-Oh Uh-Oh
Yeah Uh Huh

Bitches throw ya drinks up, Style when we be comin' in
Niggas throw ya guns up, Whyle when we be runnin in
And all that ain't nothin, We at the bar frontin
Its necessary, We stays in Burburry (Whooooo)

(-Verse 1-)
You know how it go, Fox and Gav
In a navy blue Rov, Stuttin in Halo
On the I-95, Keepin it live
In the hood, in the 5, Front of Kennedy Fried (Whooooo)
Then slide off with a NBA jump-off
Or a nice lil' rapper, Whoever money stack up
Duke, Cop a little H-Tod shoe
And them little boxer dudes, Get a watch or two (Whoa)
It aint greed, Yall got kids to feed
** it, All he wanna do is kill it and leave
So, Lay low and throw the pussy like the free throw
Brooklyn broad and bet I keep the heat low

(-Hook-)
Its necessary, We styles in Burburry
And our walk is mean in them Frankie B. jeans bwoy
Its necessary, We stays in Burburry
And a Mark Jacob bag and a H-Tod shoe (Whoo)
(2X)

(-Verse 2-)
When we walk up in the club, Niggas be like, "OH!"
They aint got no dough? Bet we be like, "NO!"
We bout our paper and all that fam
Rollin through Planet Hollywood knockin that Killa Cam (Whoa)
Up in V.I.P. with F.B.
With a nice throw back, Right below a good G
Now, dude is ill, I'm lovin his boys
I'm all, seing he's gangsta, I'm watching him swift now
They wanna see us, Bitches they wanna be us
Fox and Althea in a powder blue two seater
We the truth in our Juicy sweat suits
When we come through ya town, Every'ting shut down

(-Hook 2X-)

(-Verse 3-)
20's with the rims, B-custom kitted Bently
And everything we do, They assist like Jamaal Tinsley
Cocky bastard, I only spits acid
Slept on Broken Silence, Fever bout to smash it
This here's a classic, We keeps it drastic
I'm all engaged engaged to dough and married to plastic
And you know how we do, Fresh pair Air Force 2's
With the toaster, Kobe pull over (Whoo)

(-Hook 2X-)


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