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Ecouter Challa (punjabi tappay) part1 by famous Pakistani singers ,arif lohar,bushra sadiq,wa


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i got that (youngster clique)

//..Chorus..// [ Gizz Y.H ] i got that swag,i got that swag,i got that swag,i just don't talk about it x2 nah uh uh i just don't talk about it,uh uh nah i just don't talk about it x2 verse 1 [ Young Aux ] ( young aux ...) G shock no rollee/ its just me and my homies/ hella bands hella bands/ we pop tags with hella bands/ t-shirt printed Y.C might get sponserd by nike/now these niggers tryna steal my swag like a thief in the night/ all white teeth no fake jewls im too clean/ tatoo on her back says Aux bout that cream/ i might pull up in a light h0use/ pop a niggers lights out/for all that hating/ can't count the money im making/ oh god it feels like i made it/ have you ever felt the feeling of couting up on a million/ chillin with bitches we sippin/ purple cush in that cabin/if you cant aford me i aint performing/ swag is when i wake up while your bitch is snoring/ im a self made cheese boy straight brewd from mzansi/ tell that aint swag enough jelouse phantsi/ //..chorus..// [Gizz Y.H] i got that swag,i got that swag,i got that swag,i just don't talk about it x2 nah uh uh i just don't talk about it,uh uh nah i just don't talk about it x2 verse 2 [ Raw Deal ] (yeah,nah man,Youngster Clique,Raw Deal...) Im Raw Deal/ OG/ oh shiit im back again/ flawsin up,yellow shit/yellow vans thats killer swag/ dressing like a pilot/ my swag fly as heaven/ yourll baby kites oh god/ my bitch fly oh my/ no beef niggers im sorry/ my white girl is foriegn/ you fake niggers is hating/im smelling like a G/ these hoes on my dick/ im tryna get that paper/ im flawsin like a bitch/ step back bitch stop hating/ im gone see my baby/ you broke**dont have them/ mother **er its Raw Deal/ hating niggers go to hell/ //..chorus..// verse 3 [ Gizz Y.H ] (less yada yada,and more swaging for youngster clique you dig,its Gizz Youngster Halla...) im on my black berry swag/ i dont have to brag/ stacking stacks on em stacks/ im talking cash ** the cheques/ money to the bank only promos in the bag/ and buddy thinks his fly cause he little bit famouse/ im canserouse/ rediculouse/ perfections of the genesis/ somebody should have told ya/ my swag might extort ya/ ill scriptures speak for themselves broucher/ mommy scooping out in the stars in a blink you lost her/ im on my fly ish/ i buy ish/ street attitude im bout it/ flyer then a muh/ keep my business on the low like a sports car/ nah uh uh/ i dont even have to talk about it/ cause im bout it ya dig/ //..Chorus..// i got that swag,i got that swag,i got that swag,i just don't talk about it x2 nah uh uh i just don't talk about it,uh uh nah i just don't talk about it x2

Checkmarks (The Academy Is...)

So there you are, and here I stand,
As far as I remember you weren't half bad.
Your bedroom behavior was never more then checkmarks on bedposts.
For I remember we never had.

[Pre-Chorus:]
You get me out of the rain, you get me out of my clothes.
You hope I don't make a sound, you hope that nobody knows.
You get me out of the rain, you get me out of my clothes.
You hope I don't make a sound, you hope that no one...

[Chorus:]
So suck your so called pity down.
Hey, that's not so bad, is it?
So take your cold, cold heart and drown
and don't forget to take deep breaths.
So suck your so called pity down.
Hey, that's not so bad, is it?
So take your cold, cold heart and drown
and don't forget to take deep breaths.

[Chorus]

So don't explain cause I know exactly what your going to say.
Big words, recycled phrases, and the bittersweet taste of other boys on your lips.
So now just sit here and talk about how you wanted it all.
So now just sit here and talk about how you wanted it all.

[Prechorus]
[Chorus]

Do you miss looking up from the floor at my face on a stage in a crowded room?
Well it's not the same.
I bet you're still a sucker for those famous faces.
Downtown, looking down, down, looking over the crowd, I hope you're out there, look at me now.
Well it's not the same.
Just look at how we've changed.

[Chorus]

Sweetie (Josh Rouse)

Two lazy dreamers on a winter's night
Making plans for the spring
You paint a picture while I put away my clothes
A crooked couple standing side by side
Is that you?
Is that me?
We laugh in circles and we dream of some place to go

We'll sleep on roof tops
We'll ride on bicycles
Maybe we'll get married
Don't you want to, sweetie?

With so much talent you're not fit for this world
You're an actress, there's no screen
A couple movies now you're stuck in this broadway show
Sink full of dishes and a dirty face
Where's the passion?
Talk is cheap
We laugh in circles then we turn the lights down low

We'll sleep on roof tops
We'll ride on bicycles
Maybe we'll get married
Don't you want to, sweetie?

We hear some music
Coming from the street down below
And the melody carries
Won't you sing with me, sweetie?
Won't you sing with me, la, la, la, la, la...

I hope I can love you
Just like you deserve to be
Tell me what you're feeling
Don't you want to, sweetie?

Take A Number (Three Impotent Males)

Look into the eyes of the lucky incarnate
Believing that your life is worth a shit
It's quite plain to see that your life has no purpose
It's tearing you up inside
You want all the answers you won't ask the questions
But that's not how life is fought
Believe when they say there's no end to the madness
But throw out all that you've been taught

Take a number
And don't ask questions now

So up on your feet over twelve hours a day
To fill up the gap between nothing and no one
You're famous for all of your eloquent shit
But no one remembers your name
The world is all sunny when you get your pay cheque
And then it all slips right away
With all the promotion it doesn't seem worth it
For your fifteen minutes of fame

The choice wasn't hard between living and dying
To see our dreams succeed
You wanted a real loud voice
To be heard by all your friends
It's just so predictable
Believe me when I say
You don't need any help
To come to a fashionable end

England Made Me (Black Box Recorder)

I trapped a spider underneath a glass,
I kept it for a week to see how long he'd last,
He stared right back at me,
He thought that he could win,
We played a waiting game,
He thought that I'd give in,

England made me,
England made me,

I had a dream last night that I was drunk,
I killed a stranger and left him in a trunk,
At Brighton railway station,
It was an unsolved case,
A famous murder mystery,
People love a mystery,

England made me,
England made me,
England made me,
England made me,

I need my privacy,
I lead a secret life,
Sleep with the enemy then betray both sides,
I travelled all my life,
But never got away from the killing job,
And the garden shed,

England made me,
England made me,
England made me,
England made me,
England made me,
England made me,
England made me,

Doin' My Job (T.I.)

[T.I. - talking]
Ay I'm working here, know what I'm saying
Try to put yourself in my shoes for a second
Its not personal I'm just sayin though

[Verse 1]
Ay look
From when the moon came out 'till the sun came up
I was supplyin the days when where they flame up
Our mamas passing, by trying to explain us
Pissing in the bushes like they never house trained us
But, try to understand thats how we came up
You get to know us, you'll love us but you can't change us (naw)
Really we rather be rich and famous
But in the mean time were forced to slang dust
'Dro or crack cocaine, Penicillin to Rogaine
Ecstacy, Viagra, whatever'll get the dough mayne
Im tired of people mis-representing my dough mayne
Oh you think we out here killing for nothing, hustling
for no gain (picture that)

[Hook (sample playing in the background)]
Hey man I'm just doing my job
Hey lady, don't mind me I'm just doing my job
I don't wanna make your life more harder, I'm just doin my job
You live here, I work here I'm doing my job

[Verse 2]
I don't know if you don't know, don't care or can't see
Every time something up in the hood, it ain't me
And I ain't always up to no good and know the crease
And we ain't always gotta pass through the hood without speaking (how you doing)
We ain't out here threatining your lives, raping your children
We just out here staying alive, making a million (you know)
Working hard, trying to survive chasing a mill-ion
You hear us talking loud, just think of this is chamelion
React to the situations, but accusations is still
We vulgarizing you how...hey man you just hurting my feelings (maaan).
We got lives, we wanna live nice too
We got moms, dads, wives, kids just like you
But our options are few it hell in high school
When your helping with the rent lights and the gas bill too
So before you go judging us loving us won't hurt
Yeah under 25, staying alive is hard work

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
And for you to see what I'm saying, open eyes will help
If you could think about somebody besides yourself
Why you pointing fingers at me, analyze yourself
Quit all that chastising and try to provide some help
Instead of calling the law, you busting my balls
With all due respect, we don't even need to be ** with y'all (maan)
And we can't help it cause it is like this
We don't like it no more than you that we live like this
Always stuck in the grind summertime to wintertime
Cutting school to sell fifty dimes by dinner time
See everything we know we learned from the streets
Since thirteen I've been hustling and earning my keep

[Hook]

Dreamin' Out Loud (Dee Clark)

Well hello sir, we live for mondays,
Confident we'll get there someday,
Pushing all the papers to a wealthy man,
Might I say, a beautiful tie you wear,
and how do you find such lovely polka dots and stripes these days?

[bridge]
Break all my thoughts hit the floor,
like i'm makin the score,
im the king of the world,
im a po**r man
count by zero's to ten,
if you cant, well i can,
don't let any one wake me

[chorus]
I'm dreamin' out loud,
dreamin' out loud,
and all at once it's so familiar to see,
Im dreamin' out loud,
dreamin' out loud,
can't find a puzzle to fit into piece of apart of me

[verse 2]
Curtain calls a sanctuary,
Actors in the cloth, they freak me out,
Mockin' my purpose, in the magazines,
Famous how they make you feel grand,
they're always there to hold your hand,
in times of trouble, they're best of friends

[bridge]
Break all my thoughts hit the floor,
like im makin' the score,
im the king of the world,
im a po**r man
count by zero's to ten,
if you can't, well i can,
don't let any one wake me

[chorus]
Im dreamin' out loud,
dreamin' out loud,
and all at once it's so familiar to see,
Im dreamin' out loud,
dreamin' out loud,
can't find a puzzle to fit into piece of apart of me

[bridge]
they don't care what you say
they don't care what you think
all they care, what you do,
long as your of beat,
take a look at yourself

storm tries to come and wreck my world,
no i won't let it
stumble to escape, through anchored drapes, made of bedding

[chorus]
Im dreamin' out loud,
dreamin' out loud,
and all at once it's so familiar to see,
Im dreamin' out loud,
dreamin' out loud,
can't find a puzzle to fit into piece of apart of me

well hello sir we look for mondays

Kookies (MF Doom)

[MF Doom]
One lonely evening alone home
End up with carpal tunnel syndrome
Here I am don't forget the heavy back aches
Grown and living off of little Debbie snack cakes
Supposed to be checking e-mails
All I got is messages from**** females

Kookies

I don't know no jenny she said its free and I wont owe her a penny
And that's the last time I saw her
But thousands of more horror and on-line Gomorra
And Sodom
They got 'em with they curls out
And they got a better sales pitch then the girl scouts
I wonder what I owe her
For a whole box of caramel coconut samoa

Nite nite

Ok honey sweet dreams now it gets very serious like peach creams
A metal hand filled squish it on the quilt
Misses wakes up and I'm killed over spilled milk
Locked in looking at your picture
Fully clothed winter and I right there wit cha
Thinking about the last time I split your wishbone
A man could only wish you could do the same till he get home
Fat chance
At least he got snacks
Better have the due till a brother get back
Till then smack when I jack
I hope wanna hit peoples kookies with a fried pack
That's three different flavors
Chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry wafers
He acting all hard bout to get beat up
I'll show him what time it is once I get his feet up
As soon as he fell off his beat down all I hear is
Thirteenth cell put the sheet down
Damn C.O.
What the hell do she know
Besides the fact that she wants her back dug out on the d-low
A workaholic with a fountain in the ink pen
House in the mountains and he stop drinking again
In the wee hours he's gotten farther
Maybe three showers getting hot and bothered
The wiz with her legs bent pregnant
God blessed the dick she wondered where her egg went
He got to hell but it's hard to drink with out it
And could use some kookies but trying not to think about it
Watch him bet on jazz from knowledge on file
Every other commercial college hoes gone wild
Soft batch he prefer the other bunch like they got for lunch
Chocolate fudge butter crunch

Don't mess with the ritz bitz, wheat thins, saltine triskits
Motts so's and cheese its
Catch sugar fits every time he sees a nice pair of
Chips ahoy double chocolate chunk
Something with the bubble and the junk in the trunk
Even the oreo
No matter what the weather
Always kept dipped in milk and stuck together
In the game he's shameless even uses a code name Famous Amos
Cheaper than a short stay at the day's inn and good like 25 cent oatmeal raisin
Give it up to who invented the camera
Never mind the ginger bread men and the grandma's
Make sure she don't wake from her dream
Killer get caught with a hand full of cream filled

Kookies

It might seem ill

I Do (Chingy)

{Intro}
Chingy, Track Stars dirty, well I got a caprice on 24's, i got a range rover with spinners. i got an imparler with beat lets go.


{Chrous (x2)}
I do ride Bentleys and coupes,
But I don't give away all my lou.
trick four've us and a tramp - I won't (I won't)
Ride less then twenty inches I don't (I don't)


{Verse 1}
But i do know this may be a single when i walk my chains on so it my jingle if she give me brainzz on. The haters know were my crew so famous that i cant go no wherin tha lou You name it the mall the gas station dem people be waiting to see me hop in sumin hating all them duece duece skating, runnin it like walter payton until u fuked it its so blatent fuk the paper im savin my bank acount is amazin. im ratin my self a 20 im takin my self a 20 im doin this show for 20 then holla at me this 20 about money i gots ta make stack up a couple hundred mill then take my**a break.


{Chrous (x2)}
I do ride Bentleys and coupes,
But I don't give away all my lou.
trick four've us and a tramp - I won't (I won't)
Ride less then twenty inches I don't (I don't)


{Verse 2}
I gotta 75 caprice in my yard! a loui drop top graphics man its hard! custom made interior dirrty its the shit ratin spins n spokes 24s on it. yep gotta tv and steerin wheels like luda n if u run up on me look dirrty ill shoot ya
G.i.b 1 on my customized plates slide alot bottles dont never come fake.. im about to hit lillian just past clackston whippin with a peice thats better than tony braxtons ain't no right no rythem in with my few team bumps i got the 3 amps and the woofers in my trunk yeyah i no u money hungry hoes wanna roll with trick u no i ride nothin less than them dubs.

{Chrous x2}
I do ride Bentleys and coupes,
But I don't give away all my lou.
trick four've us and a tramp - I won't (I won't)
Ride less then twenty inches I don't (I don't)

Pretty honey hit me...lookin good
Right sittin on the banks ...lookin good
Hundred thousand round my neck...lookin good
Cappers tryin to run up ...I know she would

I role wit nuttin but ballas with 26's with them chrome rims.
Rims on da truck make them heffers get hypnotized quick.
Candy colored paintin makin new tricks fanu's this.
Bars on my tucker time to step up into my wip.
O.G. blue secrets money makin you foo's sick.
Us like ur thurr my dirtys flipin some hoe bricks.

I don' give a daaamn... If you don' give a daaamn.
I'm a stunt i'm gunna go an' let us know who I am.

cars, clothes, money, ice, straps, clips, hoe's, dikes, magnums, freaks, house, price, 1, point, 5, LIFE

{Chrous x2}
I do ride Bentleys and coupes,
But I don't give away all my lou.
trick four've us and a tramp - I won't (I won't)
Ride less then twenty inches I don't (I don't)

But I do.........

The Notorious & Legendary Dog & Pony Show (Firewater)

Throw your caution to the wind, boys
Coins are falling from the trees
And moderation is a sin, boys
Whats a little hoof & mouth disease?
And nothing you can teach her
About a double feature
Let the blood and whiskey flow
Because tonight you are a player
Tomorrows never there
In the dog & pony show
So take your whistles to the wolves, girls
They've all got pistols in thier paws
But dont you go a runnin till they shoot, girls
Cause every contract has a hidden clause
So ride on while your able
Find us in the stable
Honey you just never know
Every wheel's a spinner
And everyone a winner
In the dog & pony show
So come out in and grab a table
Its your lucky day
All the drinks are on the house
Until we hoist your bones away
Dont tip the waitress
She looks famous
Back on the rodeo
And welcome to the notorious and legendary
Dog & pony show
Put em with the other stiffs, boys
Take the pennies from his eyes
And seal the deal with a kiss, boys
Cause suits and coffins come in every size
Dressed up and they'll show ya
How far they can throw ya
Funny how the money goes
Well you took em to the cleaners
With all the other dreamers
At the dog & pony show


Video


Challa part2 HD https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vn4vqDw3gV8.




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