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Ecouter Majda Roumi Feat. Lara Fabian - Habibi - Adagio .


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Fable (Robert Miles)

Tell me your fable
A fable...

Tell me your fable...
Tell me your fable
Tell me your fable...
A fable...
Tell me your fable...

Talk to me, tenderly
Show reality fantasy,
We'll bound together
All win in one feat

Talk to me, tenderly
Show reality fantasy,
We'll bound together
All win in one feat

Ooh...Ahh..

Ooh...Ahh...

The fable...
The fable...
Ahh...

The fable...
The fable...
Tell me your fable...

Tell me your fable
A fable
A fable
A fable that will never end
And now, I dream
Dream
Dream

Ooh...Ahh...

Ooh...Ahh...

Doo...Dooh...Ahh...

Doo...Dooh...Ahh...

Ooh...Ahh...

Push It To The Limit (Necro)

feat. Jamey Jasta

[Necro]
We'll push it to the limit like a tourniquet crushin' your cranium
Mushin' you, murder you, burnin' you to a crisp live on uranium
Maintainin' sins like Iranians holdin' grenade pins
Blazin' your skin, stomp you with a whole parade of Timbs
Put a gemstar to your flesh pa, the emperor
Of demented sentences with a temper, your mentor
Demonic like Skeletor, Destro, 'Deceps'
Criminal corrupted culprits'll beat you to death
Keep your head up or you'll get your head cut off
Your whole life shut off with a knife, wipe the blood off
My perspective is respect this or expect
To be left With a neck full of stitched up imperfections
'Cause you bitched up, in retrospective your collective
Woulda switched up if you knew what a bunch of sick **s
We are when we get hectic too late, drama, we all up in it
Go all out, push it to the limit

[Chorus 2X: Jamey Jasta]
Push it to the Limit, walk along the razor's edge
Don't look down, just keep your head up till you're finished
Up and up the limit, past the point of no return
Reach the top, but you gotta learn how to keep it

[Necro]
Attack you like an evil gargoyle with swords
Burn you like radiation, leave you a charbroiled corpse
We represent every satanic element, I'm malevolent
Murder you, you're gettin' sent to where the Devil went
If I'm wrong you could be dead right
When you pass you'll be forgotten 'cause I'm rotten like the website


We get ogrish, poisonous like a cobra's kiss
Demonic, like when the last day in October hits
You're miserable, livin' trapped in your bed
You should be clapped in your head 'cause you'd be happier dead
You little pussies get choked to death with a Cotex
You're dying little by little, every second, go check your Rolex
You're not living forever, I'll bet you
How much you wanna put up? For the right price somebody'll dead you
No cushion for lyrics, mushin' you if you're timid
Extreme rap, explicit, we push it to the limit

[Chorus]

[Necro]
You tremble from the brutality
Make you resemble George A. Romero character in reality
Bring your big posse
You'll be a bunch of fertilized faggots, like Versace and Liberace
Get killed in a building, smashing you like Zildjian
cymbals, buckin' you like Brazilian children
Write your will out to your attorney
After a weekend at Bernie's you'll be deceased, dead on a gurney
I rip the beat like the contours of your flesh stripped
As you stare, pump gore, it's a trip
Can't think about food with bullets buried in your belly
But notice bloody flesh looks like blueberry jelly
You're repulsively corrosive
Your mother taught you not to get involved with explosives
Skull opened like Iron Maiden Eddy, kaput, finished
Wanted excitement, you died for it, you pushed it to the limit

i dont wanna hurt you (prince johnny feat d nice)

i just wanna kiss you bb i just wanna hug you lady you are the one that bless my heart i dont't wanna hurt you my love i just wanna kiss you bb i just wanna hug you lady you are the one that bless my heart i dont't wanna hurt you my love D NICE love is one only thing that's you can't ever touch the way you give me your tongue baby you make me blush when i looking into your eyes hun you can see i'm fallin love yeah! yeah! lanmou ke'm gen pou ou son lanmou enkomprab chak jou lide'm sou ou viv san ou m'pa kwè m'ap kapab se ou ki tout pou mwen e se ou ki bay viv sans se ou ki gen kontwòl mwen e poumwen son rekompans BONDYE ka banm bèl ti madanm bote tout fanm marye avè'w depi lontan se sa'm te genyen kòm planm wè sim ta blese'w bb m' pap t'ap gen padon BONDYE m'ap toujou nan pye'w ou se sèl sen m' ka adore ou se sèl fanm ki plase nan vi'm tou avè'w mwen janm m' ka fè avni'm tou m'pa kwè lòt jan m'ka toumante lespri'm tou sa se love queen san lajan ou paka achte (REF)---PRINCE JOHNNY i just wanna kiss you bb i just wanna hug you lady you are the one that bless my heart i dont't wanna hurt you my love i just wanna kiss you bb i just wanna hug you lady you are the one that bless my heart i dont't wanna hurt you my love & D NICE pa gen etap , ki pèse nan vi'm sou pa, sou lage nan vi'm se tach ou,ki rete nan vi'm sa se kè'm m'ap ba'w ou dwe kwè m'avè'w pou pa koute les ennemi(es) n'ap blow formul kise ban'm m'ap ba'w tout se louvri kò'w drog pa'm nan baby gen lè, se lè mwen fin goute'w grog pa'm nan swetty se nan gòj mwen m'ap mezire'w han! ou se baton vyeyès mwen bèl déesse mwen bèl nègès mwen pou tout tan m'ap viv se ou pou ki kontwole, tansyon tès mwen fò'w gen rezon des saisons lady pou di'm ke w'ale pap janm gen saison ni rezon avè'w destine'm trase sa se sweet love pou sa'm pap janm pòv pou ou'm dwe plis chòv i don't wanna hurt you baby girl what s'up the way you touch me lady you break my heart han! baby you break my heat (REF)---PRINCE JOHNNY i just wanna kiss you bb i just wanna hug you lady you are the one that bless my heart i dont't wanna hurt you my love i just wanna kiss you bb i just wanna hug you lady you are the one that bless my heart i dont't wanna hurt you my love i just wanna hug you i don't wanna hurt you i'm ready got no time, for stories can i be the one, you calling funny funny and i hope you understand pregnant my heat with by kissing my baby i just wanna kiss you i just wanna kiss you i just wanna kiss you bb i just wanna hug you lady you are the one that bless my heart i dont't wanna hurt you my love i just wanna kiss you bb i just wanna hug you lady you are the one that bless my heart i dont't wanna hurt you my love ou prince johnny yeah man d nice all ladies know yeah that's love that's love T.R.F

The Last Supper (Pastor Troy)

(feat. DSGB)

They got they hands clappin [14x]

[Verse 1: Lil' Pete]

The Last Supper, the last hustla's, the last bad mutha**ers
We killing you suckas undercover
Brothers, and other niggas that's gone run up
Run in the chamber mutha**ers getting burnt up
Cause you done **ed up
You shouldn't of **ed wit dis
Go out to kill yo kids, and now we splittin' wigs
It's DSGB, you know we psychopath
We killing everybody, a Georgia bloodbath
And if we ** come, go get the timebomb
I'm like a thunderstorm, I'm screaming "Red Rum"
Until you ** dead, because I'm pumping lead
Directly at yo head, nigga we gotta eat
Just make my meal complete, a leg or a feet
And I'm gone eat you up cause I don't give a **
The Last Supper

[Hook: Pastor Troy]

The last niggas, the last supper
The last bad mutha**ers, the last hustla's
I asked the Lord to reveal the last niggas to me
And he told me its DSGB

The last, the last niggas, the last supper
The last bad mutha**ers, the last hustla's
I asked the Lord to reveal the last niggas to me
And he told me its DSGB

[Verse 2: Blackoutt]

This is the last ** supper not the daily bread
And so to any interruptions we choppin heads
We choppin' legs lettin 'em marinate
And I'ma hustla in this game I pull is penetrate
Eliminate, bitch niggas buy the 12 pack
I walk wit Outbacks and tilt my ** fitted hat
I asked God to reveal the real me
My vision was kind of blury but appeared an O.G., O.G.
And Lord have mercy on me on me
And Lord have mercy on DSGB
We riding on niggas until the day we ** die
And when we die, we still gone ** ride
So how bout piercing till these mutha**ers bleed
I'm choppin' 'em down to they mutha** knees
The Last Supper

[Hook: Pastor Troy]

The last niggas, the last supper
The last bad mutha**ers, the last hustla's
I asked the Lord to reveal the last niggas to me
And he told me its DSGB

The last, the last niggas, the last supper
The last bad mutha**ers, the last hustla's
I asked the Lord to reveal the last niggas to me
And he told me its DSGB

They got they hands clappin' [4x]

[Verse 3: Pinhead]

This is The Last Supper, break bread with real niggas
We choppin heads, ain't scared to kill niggas
For real nigga, slow it down and we'll be fine
You can have my blood, drank up cause it is wine
Your soul is mine, you pursuing my wicked thoughts
And the way you move and the slick shit that you talk
DSGB, come in and have a seat
See all this food, sit down and let's eat
And you will see better days they shall come
And if they don't get yo gun and drop bombs
The Last Supper

[Hook: Pastor Troy]

The last niggas, the last supper
The last bad mutha**ers, the last hustla's
I asked the Lord to reveal the last niggas to me
And he told me its DSGB

The last, the last niggas, the last supper
The last bad mutha**ers, the last hustla's
I asked the Lord to reveal the last niggas to me
And he told me its DSGB

They got they hands clappin' (uh-huh) [4x]

[Verse 4: Pastor Troy]

My body the bread, my blood the wine
Pastor Troy and "My niggas is the grind"
Ain't got no time for no fake mutha**ers
Bitch say ya grace, this the last ** supper
We hustla's nigga, I'm the mutha** boss
Fresh out the womb till they nail me to the cross
Done took a lost, so you know my mindframe
"What the ** that mutha**er name?"
On everythang I ever loved reppin thugs
DSGB you may drink of the blood
Now haters, just admit my perfection
And keep yo Smith & Wesson
It is my resurrection

I Be Damn (Pastor Troy)

(feat. DSGB)

Cause I be damn (what) [3x]

[Lil Pete]
Cause I be damn
If my niggas don't be riding them vogues
Cause I be damn
If my niggas don't be pimping them hoes
Cause I be damn
If my niggas don't be burning that dro
Cause I be damn (say what) [2x]
Cause I be damn
If DSGB ain't ready for war
Cause I be damn
If I don't have that tek 9 in my car
Cause I be damn
If Lil' Pete ain't gone shine bright like a star
Cause I be damn (say what) [2x]
Cause I be damn
If them niggas run up and they don't get done
Cause I be damn
If my pot don't blaze hot like the sun
Cause I be damn
If you don't know you done **ed with the one
Cause I be damn (say what) [2x]
Cause I be damn
If them boys don't be keeping it hot
Cause I be damn
If them boys don't be busting them glocks
Cause I be damn
If them boys don't be cranking the spot
Cause I be damn (say what) [2x]
Cause I be damn
If my niggas won't shut down the club
Cause I be damn
If my niggas don't be pumping them slugs
Cause I be damn
If my niggas don't be selling them drugs
Cause I be damn
Cause I be damn (say what)

Cause I be damn [16x]

[Pinhead]
Cause I be damn if a nigga won't
Damn if a nigga will
Damn if I won't get my glock out and shoot to kill
Damn if I'm gonna miss
Damn if I'm getting bitched
Damn if you gonna play me out like I'm new to this
Damn if it ain't a hit
Damn if this ain't the song
That you realize that them Georgia boys dropping bombs
Damn if I ain't gone ride in the Benz getting high
Damn if I ain't in the back loading up a 45
Damn when it's time to blaze
To the hood getting paid
Damn when my niggas busting shops full of that gunplay
Damn when I see a hoe, got to let that bitch know
That I'm rolling dro in that mother** optimo
Damn when I'm gonna leave with your bitch smoking weed
Got them ** hoes in the club steady jocking me

Cause I be damn [12x]

[Blackoutt]
Cause I be damn
If my niggas don't be riding on dubs
Cause I be damn
If DSGB don't be throwing it up
Cause I be damn
If you swerving through my block with a mug
Cause I be damn [3x]
If I let them coppers catch me in traffic
And I be damn
If I let them **ers stop me from rapping
Cause I be damn
If run across, this shit gone get drastic
Cause I be damn [3x]
If I let this ** nigga ride wit me
Get high wit me, your chicken head**girl wanna get
right beside me
Cause I be damn if I let that bitch ride for free
Cause I be damn if I let these demons dwell wit me
Cause I be damn if I let these **s bury me
And give a ** if they murder me CAUSE I BE DAMN!!

Cause I be damn [17x]

Chinese Restaurant (3 Minute Hero)




it's where we like to dine
because the food's just fine
it's the best place in town
to fill up then get down
the chinese restaurant is where we have sung
the worthy praises of mao tse tung
the chinese restaurant is where we like to dine
all that you can eat for $3.69
got a big bowl of beef chow mien
so hot it fries my brain
gotta git me some more
burns my soul to the core
be an opulent pagoda or a sleazy strip mall
the chinese restaurant is our great wall
we;d like to tell you where it is -- our place to eat but it's a
c-h-i-n-e-s-e-s-e-c-r-e-t
[insert your own witty ad-lib conversation here]
we couldn't tell you much about tianenman square
but we've tried the egg foo yung (at feat few have dared)
the chinese restaurant is where we like to dine
all that you can eat for $3.69

Who am I (Plumb)

You there with your< bag of gold
Thought you had it all together
But your hands are empty
Does it matter know
The pain it caused you cannot measure

But who am I?
Who am I to compare my pain to yours?
Suffering is sweet agony
Who am I to compare my pain to yours?
My suffering must mean something

So, hey there, quit imagining
That you have left this life
Your eyes are tired and your feat are worn
No, no one seems to hear your desperate cries

But who am I?

If I believe that's the truth
Then I believe you
If that's the way it should be
Then I believe you

Who am I to compare my pain to yours?
Suffering is sweet agony
Who am I to compare my pain to yours?
My suffering must mean something

Must mean something to you, to me
It's true
Who am I

Fatima's Hand (Outlandish)

(feat. Majid)

Fatima is 21
And around here - when your 21
You gotta start thinking about getting a man
Getting a son - getting it done
Just like her mom when she was 21
But even though Fatima's not ready for it
She not gonna say some
She feels she gotta do this for the parents
Cause they've been on her for the last 5 years
A lotta men from motherland
Came up here hoping she say yeah
But she ain't down
Wants somebody that can make her feel alive
Chill every time she wanna cry
The one in a million type of guy
But her mom keeps telling her
"Compromise, this ain't no fairy tale, my child
Do not waste your time
You'll regret you didn't say yes to this guy"
Everyday is the same
Like a battlefield
She gets the blame
Bringing shame on the family name
Just cause the streets be babbling
Like a Bedouin in a desert storm
She lays low from all their songs
Try to make'em understand
But it's like talking to the wall
Her desire's burning to change her ill state
It's strange - for the first time
In a long time - she sees the light in the end

[Chorus:]
She brings the pain within your brain
Y'all don't really wanna understand her thang
Boo be really strong enough to maintain
Thru your bullshit
It ain't nothing but pain
But she knows in the name
Of Fatima's hand
She don't go wrong
In the name of Fatima's hand
She will move on
Hey hoping everything will be alright!!!

[Majid:]
I see tears in everybody's eyes
But I don't understand why
Mama standing in the kitchen
Preparing dinner while she cries
As the pain spreads inside
Cause something that's going on
Denial of my first question
Second time got no respond
To lose some one that
Had always been there
She always had my back
And she always did care
So with these lines right here
I wanna explain how much I love you
No matter what you do
I will forever stay true
Until this day
Can't nobody tear us apart
10 years is past
But you are still living in my heart
Truly no poetry can explain
How much I miss ya
No matter where you are
You will always be my sister

[Chorus...]

Con la mano de Fatima
sobre su alma encantadora
su camino es protegido
no importa cual escoga
y ella fue escogida
para verla y admirarla
en sus ojos tiene un algo
impecable es su retrato
y cada vez que pasa
lo duro se ablandese
la noche se agrandese
lo malo desvanece
no la olvidaran, la esperaran
al otro lado de esta vida
su amor alumbrara, su voz les cantara
en las memorias hay momentos de pasion
afecto y comprension, retratos y recuerdos
dando vuelta en las fantasias
su aura es alegria
lleva la mano de Fatima

[Chorus:]

Who Not Me (Ludacris)

"Who Not Me"
(feat. Dolla Boi, Small World)

[Small World X4 (Ludacris)]
Uhhuhh no way no how, get like blaow, blaow, blaow kapaow
(Yeah, you ever hear somebody sayin' something and you think they talking)
(Bout you, you not quite sho' Younasayin' but it aint no way they talking' bout)
(You, introducing the new membes of Disturbing Tha Peace: Small World)
(From Norfclk, Dolla Boi from Playaz Circle, Here we go What?)

[Chorus X2]
Who the ** you talking to?
Not me, Couldn't be me, Naw not me
Who the ** you talking to?
Not me, Couldn't be me, Naw not me

[Small World]
3, 2, 1
What's begun, is the start but bitch we be saying we
"we just getting started it since one"
Y'all been monitoring, pondering bout it
How bout I, pull it out and kapaow, I'll heat em up out his mouth with it
Big Small World, Norfclk is the gang, extended clip in the jeans
Put em in a box like Bisquick
I'm a laker wit clips, get em in the lake wit clips
Truth is ya a clipper with clips aint cha bitch
I'm bout my loot and dollars, I'll shot you for looting dollars
But you lootless and dollarless, ** it I shot for Luda n Dolla
I crash parties, blast with proposed toast
Im a have a problem like Scrap blat with me short of hoes
One for ya damn lips, or there be mixture of blood and dandruff
If you don't get my damn drift
Creep to ya grave and leak DT Piss
This is yo highness at his less tempered
Keep it pimpin' and watch

[Chorus X2]
Who the ** you talking to?
Not me, Couldn't be me, Naw not me
Who the ** you talking to?
Not me, Couldn't be me, Naw not me

[Dolla Boi]
I been having a bad day, the same ol shit
We don't give a ** about who you is
The same ol clique, and the same ol biz
The same ol flip , wit the same ol whip
The same 4-4, with the same ol clip
Half the bullets gone, the otha half you can get, bitch
R.I.P. Rick James "I'm Rich Bitch"
You talkin' to much, nigga you a snitch bitch
And we don't do it like that
We do 3 quarter drops and we bring a brick back, black
Don't act get ya whole trap splat, ack
Unload em reload em, we back black
And when dem gats letting off
Red dots loud noises like planes taking off
Dolla Boi I got the game in a cross, make me bang at cha boss
For dem things coming soft, nigga

[Chorus X2]
Who the ** you talking to?
Not me, Couldn't be me, Naw not me
Who the ** you talking to?
Not me, Couldn't be me, Naw not me

[Ludacris]
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
Now if a bad bitch wants dick, then its dick I give her
Ludacris nigga, I stand and deliver
Neva back down, won't shake nor shiver
** with me and get found in the Chattahoochee River
This 7 inch shank, will put a stop to his ticker
But shoties to the body make him drop much quicker
Yeah I appear to be a nice lil nigga
** with anything I love, I'm a stone cold killa
Eating off of 'Sace, sleeping on chinchilla
8 figga nigga, I'm a multi milla
See me in the street, it can't get no realer
Giving back to my hood with a pocket full of scrilla
My neighbors say my house can't get no bigga
I do good**bidness, with a bad**temper
Please tell ya bitch, stop playing with my zipper
Or I'll Brrrrddd Stick Her HaHaHa Stick HER!

[Chorus X2]
Who the ** you talking to?
Not me, Couldn't be me, Naw not me
Who the ** you talking to?
Not me, Couldn't be me, Naw not me

Everything Is Fair (A Tribe Called Quest)




chorus (George Clinton from Funkadelic's "Let's Take It to the People"):
"Everthing is fair when you're livin in the city"(8X)

Q-Tip:
Lookin at Miss Lane, it was the fast lane
Barely knows her name, struck by fame
She just got a Benz, she rides with her friends
Gotta keep her beeper in her purse to make ends
Rollin down the block, checkin out the spots
She winks at the cops, always give her props
She knows she's the woman, can't nobody touch her
Hangs out for the loot, makes her papes from the gutter
Tried to make my moves on Miss Lane, she called me young boy
Told her not to dis me I just want to be your love toy
You young boy, my love toy, I doubt that very highly
Just because you rhyme don't mean I'll let you try me
Business oriented, egos never dented
Always sweet scented, if it's business, she meant it
Distractions never hurt, always did the work
Always was alert, she never got jerked
Queen of the feats, thrive to compete
Love the funky beats while she drive down the street
She was justified, couldn't get a job
Had to feed her family, so she had to play, then rob
Pullin out the ooh wop, listenin to doo-wop
You don't have to say a word
(gunshots)That's all ya heard

chorus(4X)

She's not a big kahuna, wish I met her sooner
Instead, I met her later, my love is much greater
Put me on her roster, to rid her of imposters
And to sell the buddah for the **y drug ruler
Love is my motive, now I'm drug promotive
Plus I needed duckets to fill up my buckets
Supplied me with the squeezy to make my life easy
Now I'm missing action for this fatal attraction
But don't you let me catch you with your joint up in these bitches
And don't you even dare to plan a plot upon my riches
Cuz if you play me out, I think I'll let ya be
I'll be damned if I let a brotha try to gas me
I played my cards well, try to live swell
For the G, I would sell, cuz I was deep in hell
But then I really wasn't, she had a fly cousin
Who would give me booty on the side of my cutie
Elaine, she kinda new, that I would do the do
But she didn't tear, I did my work with care
That's all that really mattered, he money never splattered
As long as she was paid, she was in the shade
You can't really blame her for holdin on a flamer
Society taught her, but they didn't tame her
A ten clip salute, hunny heres a troop
She will never stop until she reach the top
Top, top...



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