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Ecouter Tanki online By hra [Gold Box]


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Watch Out (Axxis)

Cold rain above
Ice on the floor
No more love
I even the score
I broke the chains
Of what you call life

You life in a box
I'm standing outside
You life in the dark
But I found the light
I've got no prison
Like you and your type

Watch out
Watch out - I'm the enemy
Watch out
Watch out for a man like me

Watch out - I'm the enemy
Get off my liberty
Watch out - all I wanna be
Footloose and fancy free

I need to loose everything
Finding the truth
Make me a real king
A new horizon, growin' up before my eyes

Watch out - I'm the enemy
Get off - get off my liberty
Watch out - what I wanna be
Footloose and fancy free

Watch out
Watch out - I'm the enemy
Watch out
Watch out - I'm the enemy

Tru 2 Da Game (TRU)




Haaa uuuuggggghhhh
this is for all the G's ou there
we bout it bout it
and g ettes i ain't forget about y'all uuuugggghhhh
gold look like this here

today I have a half an ounce
tomorrow I'll have a key
and if you tryin' to get some ice cream
won't you call me or won't you beep me

Looked out the window
it must be the giggidy first of the month
cause everybody in the ghetto is smilin' and dressed up
Little kids havin' fun in my neighborhood
And fiends walkin' up, talkin' bout its all good
See I'm a G, ????? I got that 2 for 3
And y'all a know that I slang, that I-C-E
And everybody in the ghetto use nicknames
Like V-90, Master P, Boz, and Big Man
My little homies posted up
some hang, hang, and some slangin'
Others gang bangin'
I'm tryin' to make it out the hood with this gangsta rap
And stay TRU to the game, and put the town on the map
But haters hate me and niggas try to talk shit
Cause I done made, a dollar out of 15 cents
On the curb, posted up with them bouldas
And servin' fiends, A-1 yola
And still tryin' stay true with my frist meal
Cause in the ghetto, you got money, you might get killed
And stayin' TRU to the game, is a part of life
And if you don't player, you might lose your life

-chorus-
Tru 2 da game, Tru 2 da game
Ain't nothin' changed but my bank account
I'm still the same

[Silkk the Shocker]
Tryin' to have things major, they can't fade me
cash the chips like casino
Today I'm a keep it real, and chill, and get blitzed like Marino
My girl be fussin', she be tussin', constantly buggin'
Askin' me why I be hustlin'
I got money to make, so mother** it
I'm a keep it real, if it kills me
Y'all gonna feel me before I'm done
Ball till I have it all, I want the whole while
if not, I don't want none
Why I hang with the same ol' niggas
That's what they ask me
I be like, I'm the same ol' nigga
But 'stead, right now, I gets my sacks free
I gots to stay TRU fool, about my mother**in' mail
I'll be a rich**nigga, y'all gonna be visitin' me in the jail
I gots to ball, can't fall, gotta have things major
If you don't believe me, next year round this time
its Silkk up on his pager (then ask me)

-chorus-

[Big Ed]
Bustas can't see me, they blind
I claim TRU, I thought you knew
My foes catch elbows, cause I'm on em like a tattoo
Man I'm layin' low like the eyes of a danked out china man
Stayin' gangstafied
While I'm tryin' to make a million
But politicians run for office
They rather me bust a cap in a rat, cause they both gonna try and stop
this
Gangsta rap is what they call it
But I gots to come with the realness
So all my folks can feel this

-chorus-

[Mr. Serv-On]
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord that my momma will never weep
and let her live in peace and stop spendin' a hundred G's up in her sleep
When will it stop
I guess when they leave me lyin' on the block
With tears on my glock
A pocket full of lemon drops, laughin' at crooked cops
I guess I'm doin' what I gotta do
As long as I stay TRU, until they put me through
I know its a shame, things'll never change
I hope I live long enough to see my daughter spell my name
I'm TRU 2 Da Game

-chorus-

[Master P]
still the same
Master P, the whole TRU click (y'all gonna feel this)
TRU to the gizame (tru to da hood)
money can't change you, it just can make you
(never forget where i came from)
No Limit Records, Down South Hustlers (independent black owned)
and the West Coast Bad Boyz
and I told y'all, I can drop something anytime I want to
Y'all done realized by now, the haters done fell off
Cause they ain't TRU 2 da game
I could never forget where I came from
I'm from the ghetto
But I won't ever change
Cause I'm TRU 2 da game, believe that
Keepin' it real, keepin' it real
Never sell out, can never sell out
TRU 2 Da Gizame

No Angel (It's All In Your Mind) (No Angels)


This miss untouchable, it's all in your mind

Call me innocent, colour me pure
I'll be anyhow you want to paint me,
I'll give you fragile and I'll show you demure
Picture perfect there's no mistaking

I'm good as gold,
You know what I mean,
So don't be fooled
even tho' I'm sitting pretty

There's no angel inside of me,
It's all in your mind,
What you get boy ain't what you see,
Ain't that a surprise?

You treat me like you think a gentleman would
My God ya trying so hard to please me
You´re Pussy-Footin 'cause ya think that you should
Why make this difficult? Could be so easy

I'm bitter sweet
You know what I mean
so don't be fooled
even tho'' I'm sitting pretty

There's no angel inside of me
it's all in your mind
what you get boy ain´t what you see
ain't that a surprise?

This squeaky clean, this goodie two shoes
boy is of your design
This is untouchable is all in your mind
no perfect saint,
No holier than thou or whiter than white
This miss untouchable is all in your mind

There's no angel inside of me
it's all in your mind
what you get boy ain't what you see
ain't that a surprise? (2 Mal)

There's no angel inside of me,
ain't that a surprise?
There's no angel inside of me,
it's all in your mind!

If I Forget (Joydrop)

Curly hair thin red eyes
And a smile as wide as the sky
Green and gold were the colours of your day
You said today was a good day to die

And I remember these things about you
I remember these things about you
I remember these things about you

So if I forget your name
If I forget your name
If I forget your name forgive me...
But they all sound the same

DJ spins and they all jump in
But they can't seem to make up their minds
You hang back with your Bob Marley t-shirt on
You said a few stand the test of time

Curly hair thin red eyes
Gold and Green and the test of time

Tossed Up (Mean Green)




featuring UGK

[Pimp C] (Bun b)
uhhh
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
bitch

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

Eye On The Gold Chain (Ugly Duckling)

They got the eye on the gold chain
They got the eye on the gold chain

[Verse One]
When Young Einstein was a kid in the mid
80's he saw how the b-boys lived
They wore the fat gold to rock the rap song
Einstein's takin off, now he's puttin it on
There's not a pair of eyewear that can stop the glare
Of the Duke, overexposed in photo shoots
He salutes the days of old with chains of gold
He looked around then found that the chain was sold
Over to the airport he sets off metal detectors
Inspectors, pull 'em to the side and give 'em lectures
Going through his luggage, heh, they're tryin to test him
Threaten to arrest him, askin lots of questions
Like, "why do you have a box of tissue"
"To remove" "What?" "All the oily finger residue"
So look but don't touch, and let my chain shine
Yo, put it on Einstein

[CHORUS]
They got the eye on the gold chain, that's right
They got the eye on the gold chain, that's right
<scratching throughout>
All right now here we go
Young Einstein
Check it out
My big gold rope
Always rock a jam every time I perform
Young Einstein
Check it out
Fat gold chain
Always rock a jam every time I perform
Einstein got a dookie gold rope

[Verse Two]
From Panama to Canada, Einstein's the man of the year
Get the trash outta here like a janitor
Chain so heavy when he step in the place
You could tap him on the shoulder and he fall on his face
Dropped the single fresh mode, you thought we would fold
Thirty days later, Einstein had gold
So what you sayin? My man scans the collectibles
For the LP chock full of delectables
For the MP he could reshape the lead break
Cut it in half, changin the speed rate
Or make it self-arranged when it's on the turntable
He wore the dookie when we met Queen Elizabeth
Asked her was she jealous, she said "A little bit"
I guess a crown jewel never compares
To the rope that the Einstein wears
They got the eye on the gold chain
They got the eye on the gold chain

[CHORUS] - repeat
{*adlibs and shoutouts 'til fade to end*}

No Sleep (Toy Box)

Get no sleep, no sleep.
Get no sleep, no sleep.
Get no sleep, no sleep.
Get no sleep, no sleep.

I just keep on counting sheep,
Twist and turn all night,
I just can not go to sleep because,
You are on my mind.

Sorry, I am so confused,
I know you must be too,
I have felt the same way yesterday,
So tell me what to do,
Did the same the day before,
Hey, what a deja vu,
How am I gonna sleep?

Cause I can not get no sleep, no sleep,
Dear diary, get no sleep, no sleep,
Dear diary, lying in my bed,
I am lying in my bed, Dear diary.

Should I send a sms,
Saying, I love you.
Wonder it make your awake,
Do not know what to do.

Sorry, I am so confused,
I know you must be too,
I felt the same way yesterday,
So tell me what to do,
Did the same the day before,
Hey what a deja vu,
How am I gonna sleep?

Cause I can not get no sleep, no sleep,
Dear diary, get no sleep, no sleep,
Dear diary, lying in my bed,
I am lying in my bed,
I can not get no sleep, no sleep,
Dear diary, get no sleep, no sleep,
Dear diary, lying in my bed,
I am lying in my bed, Dear diary.

So many sheap to count,
So little time,
Enough about the sheep baby,
Cause you, only you,
Will always be on my mind,
I wonder if you are awake,
Or sleeping like a rock,
I think you are.
You should have been here by my side,
Right here...

Ow damn, Ow darlin,
Ow, ow, uh ah, uh ah,
Come on lets dance,
tsjika, tsjika, ah, uh, ah,
Come on lets dance,
tsjika, tsjika, ah, uh, ah,
Come on lets dance,
tsjika, tsjika, ah, uh, ah.

Cause I can not get no sleep, no sleep,
Dear diary, get no sleep, no sleep,
Dear diary, lying in my bed,
I am lying in my bed,
I can not get no sleep, no sleep,
Dear diary, get no sleep, no sleep,
Dear diary, lying in my bed,
I am lying in my bed, Dear diary

Made In England (Ian Anderson)

Somewhere in a town in England
lay a babe with a curious smile.
He was of your father's children.
Born each side of a dry-stone mile.
He grew up through the schools and factories,
Brunel's tunnels and bridges bold.
Grey towers built high on that Kingdom
with apartments still unsold.
Somewhere in a town in England.
Could be Newcastle, Leeds or Birmingham.
And were you made in
England's green and pleasant land.
He accepts no unemployment
and is to indeterminate station bred.
Is possessed of skills and reason
Flies the flag upon his head.
Watches the democratic process
grind it's way through the Commons cold
Filled with fiery infiltrators
who would pave the streets with England's gold.

All That Glitters (Le Tigre)

All that glitters is not gold
All that glitters is not gold
All that glitters is not gold
All that glitters is not gold
All that glitters is not gold
All that glitters is not gold
Is not gold

Oh baby, why won't you talk to me
Oh baby, you just want me empty
Oh baby, you don't say anything
Oh baby, why won't you answer me
Answer me, answer me

I went to your concert and I didn't feel anything
I went to your concert and I didn't hear anything

All that glitters is not gold
Is not gold

I went to your concert and I didn't feel anything
I went to your concert and I didn't hear anything

All that glitters is not gold
All that glitters is not gold
Is not gold

Oh baby, why won't you talk to me
Oh baby, you don't say anything
Oh baby, why won't you talk to me
Oh baby, you don't say anything

Circus (Tom Waits)

We put up our tent on a dark
green knoll, outside of town by
the train tracks and a seagull dump
Topping the bill was Horse Face Ethel
and her 'Marvellous Pigs In Satin'

We pounded our stakes in the ground
All powder brown
And the branches spread like scary
fingers reaching
We were in a pasture outside Kankakee

And One Eyed Myra, the queen of
the galley who trained the
ostrich and the camels
She looked at me squinty with her
one good eye in a Roy Orbison
T-shirt as she bottle fed
an orangutan named Tripod

And then there was
Yodeling Elaine the
queen of the air who wore a
dollar sign medallion and she
had a tiny bubble of spittle
around her nostril and a
little rusty tear, for she had
lassoed and lost another
tipsy sailor

And over in
the burnt yellow tent
by the frozen tractor, the
music was like electric sugar
And Zuzu Bolin played
'Stavin' Chain' and Mighty
Tiny on the saw and he
threw his head back with a
mouth full of gold teeth
And they played 'Lopsided heart'
And 'Moon over Dog Street'

And by the time they played 'Moanin Low'
I was soakin' wet and wild eyed
And Doctor Bliss slipped me a
preparation and I fell asleep with
'Livery Stable Blues' in my ear

And me and Molley Hoey drank
Pruno and Koolaid and she had a
tattoo gun made out of a cassette
motor and a guitar string and
she soaked a hanky in 3 Roses
and rubbed it on the spot
and drew a rickety heart and
a bent arrow and it hurt like hell

And Funeral Wells spun
Poodle Murphy on the target
as he threw his hardware,
Only once in Sheboygan did he miss
at a matinee on Diamond Pier and
she'd never let him forget it

They were doing two shows and she
had a high fever and he took
off a piece of her ear and
Tip Little told her she should
leave the bum
but Poodle said, "He fetched me
last time I run."
But I'd like to hammer this ring into a bullet
And I wish I had some whiskey and a gun
my dear

And I wish I had some whiskey and a gun
my dear


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