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[Alice]

Повідомлення від Alice

Срочно нужен текст песни Apocalyptica - En Vie английская версия. ПОЖАЛУЙСТА!!!!! очень-очень нужно!!!!

Ну или хотябы скажите где взять! Горит очень!!!!!!

[TOR]

Повідомлення від Alice

Ну или хотябы скажите где взять! Горит очень!!!!!!

попробуй
www.azlyrics.ru
там есть по идее

[Alice]

Повідомлення від TOR

попробуй
www.azlyrics.ru
там есть по идее

Оно даже не знает, что такое Апокалиптика......

шоб не флуд......

EMINEM

Without Me

Two trailer park girls go round the outside;
round the outside, round the outside
*scratches*
Two trailer park girls go round the outside;
round the outside, round the outside
*scratches*

Guess who's back
Back again
Shady's back
Tell a friend
Guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back
guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back.. {*Eminem hums*}

[Verse 1: Eminem]
I've created a monster, cause nobody wants to see Marshall no more
They want Shady, I'm chopped liver
Well if you want Shady, this is what I'll give ya
A little bit of weed mixed with some hard liquor
Some vodka to jump start my heart quicker
than the shocks when I get shocked at the hospital
when the doctor when I'm not co-operating
When I'm rockin the table while he's operating
You waited this long, now stop debating
Cause I'm back, I'm on the rag and ovulating
I know that you got a job Ms. Cheney
but your husband's heart problem's complicating
So the FCC won't let me be
or let me be me, so let me see
They try to shut me down on MTV
But it feels so empty, without me
So, come on and dip, bum on your lips
Fuck that, cum on your lips, and some on your tits
And get ready, cause this shit's about to get heavy
I just settled all my lawsuits, Fuck You Debbie!

Chorus:
Now this looks like a job for me
So everybody, just follow me
Cause we need a little, controversy
Cause it feels so empty, without me
I said-this looks like a job for me
So everybody, just follow me
Cause we need a little, controversy
Cause it feels so empty, without me

Little Hallions, kids feelin rebellious
Embarrassed their parents still listen to Elvis
They start feelin like prisoners helpless
'til someone comes along on a mission and yells BITCH!!!
A visionary, vision of scary
Could start a revolution, pollutin the airwaves
A rebel, so just let me revel and bask
in the fact that I got everyone kissin my ass
And it's a disaster, such a castastrophe
for you can see so damn much of my ass; you asked for me?
Well I'm back, na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Fix your damn antenna tune it in and then I'm gonna
enter in, under your skin like a splinter
The center of attention, back for the winter
I'm interesting, the best thing since wrestling
Investing in your kid's ears a nest egg
Testing, attention please
Feel the tension, soon as someone mentions me
Here's my ten cents, my two cents is free
A nuisance, who sent? You sent for me?

Chorus:
Now this looks like a job for me
So everybody, just follow me
Cause we need a little, controversy
Cause it feels so empty, without me
I said-this looks like a job for me
So everybody, just follow me
Cause we need a little, controversy
Cause it feels so empty, without me

A-tisket a-tasket, I go tit for tat with
anybody who's talkin this shit, that shit
Chris Kirkpatrick, you can get your ass kicked
worse than those little Limp Bizkit bastards
And Moby? You can get stomped by Obie
You thirty-six year old boy fag, blow me
You don't know me, you're too old, let go
It's over, nobody listens to techno
Now let's go, just gimme the signal
I'll be there with a whole list full of new insults
I been dope, suspenseful with a pencil
ever since Prince turned himself into a symbol
But sometimes the shit just seems
everybody only wants to discuss me
So this must mean I'm dis-gus-ting
But it's just me, I'm just obscene
And though I'm not the first king of controversy
I am the worst thing since Elvis Presley
do black music so selfishly
and used it to get myself wealthy
Here's a concept that works
Twenty million other white rappers emerge
But no matter how many fish in the sea
It'll be so empty, without me

Chorus:
Now this looks like a job for me
So everybody, just follow me
Cause we need a little, controversy
Cause it feels so empty, without me
I said-this looks like a job for me
So everybody, just follow me
Cause we need a little, controversy
Cause it feels so empty, without me

Kids!

[Alice]

Apocalyptica - En Vie (английская версия)
Eminem - Kim

ПОжалуйста!=)

[@ЭLVIS@]

Ляляля лялял ниполучиш ни рубля!!!

[Alice]

Повідомлення від @ЭLVIS@

Ляляля лялял ниполучиш ни рубля!!!

Остроумно......


EMINEM

Stan

Chorus: dido

My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why i..
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window..
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it'll all be gray,
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad,
It's not so bad..

1st chorus: volume gradually grows over raindrop background
2nd chorus: full volume with beat right after thunder noise

[eminem as 'stan']
Dear slim, I wrote but you still ain't callin
I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not-a got 'em
There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin
Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways; fuck it, what's been up? man how's your daughter?
My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm bout to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess what i'ma call her?
I'ma name her bonnie
I read about your uncle ronnie too I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't want him
I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground shit that you did with skam
I got a room full of your posters and your pictures man
I like the shit you did with rawkus too, that shit was fat
Anyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back,
Just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan
This is stan

{chorus: dido}

[eminem as 'stan']
Dear slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a chance
I ain't mad - I just think it's fucked up you don't answer fans
If you didn't wanna talk to me outside your concert
You didn't have to, but you coulda signed an autograph for matthew
That's my little brother man, he's only six years old
We waited in the blistering cold for you,
Four hours and you just said, no.
That's pretty shitty man - you're like his fuckin idol
He wants to be just like you man, he likes you more than I do
I ain't that mad though, I just don't like bein lied to
Remember when we met in denver - you said if I'd write you
You would write back - see I'm just like you in a way
I never knew my father neither;
He used to always cheat on my mom and beat her
I can relate to what you're saying in your songs
So when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on
Cause I don't really got shit else so that shit helps when I'm depressed
I even got a tattoo of your name across the chest
Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds
It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me
See everything you say is real, and I respect you cause you tell it
My girlfriend's jealous cause I talk about you 24/7
But she don't know you like I know you slim, no one does
She don't know what it was like for people like us growin up
You gotta call me man, I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose
Sincerely yours, stan -- p.s.
We should be together too

{chorus: dido}

[eminem as 'stan']
Dear mister-i'm-too-good-to-call-or-write-my-fans,
This'll be the last package I ever send your ass
It's been six months and still no word - I don't deserve it?
I know you got my last two letters;
I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect
So this is my cassette I'm sending you, I hope you hear it
I'm in the car right now, I'm doing 90 on the freeway
Hey slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive?
You know the song by phil collins, in the air of the night
About that guy who coulda saved that other guy from drowning
But didn't, then phil saw it all, then at a a show he found him?
That's kinda how this is, you coulda rescued me from drowning
Now it's too late - I'm on a 1000 downers now, I'm drowsy
And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call
I hope you know I ripped +all+ of your pictures off the wall
I love you slim, we coulda been together, think about it
You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it
And when you dream I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it
I hope your conscience eats at you and you can't breathe without me
See slim; {*screaming*} shut up bitch! I'm tryin to talk!
Hey slim, that's my girlfriend screamin in the trunk
But I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain't like you
Cause if she suffocates she'll suffer more, and then she'll die too
Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now
Oh shit, I forgot, how'm I supposed to send this shit out?
{*car tires squeal*} {*crash*}
.. {*brief silence*} .. {*loud splash*}

{chorus: dido}

[eminem]
Dear stan, I meant to write you sooner but I just been busy
You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?
Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter that
And here's an autograph for your brother,
I wrote it on the starter cap
I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I musta missed you
Don't think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you
But what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?
I say that shit just clownin dogg,
C'mon - how fucked up is you?
You got some issues stan, I think you need some counseling
To help your ass from bouncing off the walls when you get down some
And what's this shit about us meant to be together?
That type of shit'll make me not want us to meet each other
I really think you and your girlfriend need each other
Or maybe you just need to treat her better
I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time
Before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin just fine
If you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you but stan
Why are you so mad? try to understand, that I do want you as a fan
I just don't want you to do some crazy shit
I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick
Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge
And had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was pregnant with his kid
And in the car they found a tape, but they didn't say who it was to
Come to think about, his name was.. it was you
Damn!

[$hadow]

Перед мікрофоном стоїть Вова зі Львова
І зараз в нашому етері УКРАЇНСЬКА мова.
Хто на неї жене - на мелодійну й гонорову
Той для мене по-любому свиня або корова.
Так, не менше з тим, скажу про свій стиль два слова,
Якщо ти не глухий то чуєш ця пісня не попсова, не рок
не хаус, не хеві метал, не босса-нова - це галицько-волинський реп, тема драйвова.
Трохи про себе, як в Шевченка - карі очі чорні брови, як Shaggy Boombastic я mista Lover-Lover.
Ось така серйозна-несерйозна виходить розмова,
Надіюсь вас не сильно грузить моя промова,
Бо я............VovaZiLVova

Йой, коли тобі здалося, що я тут опинився випадково, мушу зауважити - ця думка помилкова.
Я тут надовго і ця оказія багаторазова, тож приготуйтесь до нової ери, Шановні Панове.
Ось тільки шкода, що відсутня конкуренція здорова...
Бо Неон, Бумбокс, Крихітка Каша Сальцова, це звичайно круто, але з хіп-хопом фігово,
Бо хто крім мене прокачає будь-яку низьку діброву?
Я ходив по конторах і всюди чув відмови, мені казали "не лізь в шоубіз, бо наламаєш дрова"
Та наперекір усім я тут і чуюсь кайфово, бо зміг перетворити хоббі у справу прибуткову.
Індустрія готова влітку і в пору зимову можем ковбаситись всі під файну музичку нову.
А всіх хто заздрить, навіть, якщо в них шия волова жаба душити буде відзразу, а не поступово.
Бо я є......... Мене звати......... VovaZiLVova

Для тих хто реп не любить, моя музика - каша перлова,
Де слова і думки гострі як приправа часникова.
Та для всіх хто шарить - це галяретка трускавкова,
Щоб смачніше було тут ще й морозиво вершкове.
На мій концерт мусиш піти як в церкву на Покрову,
а перед візитом зі звітом в інспекцію податкову.
Маєш купити мій альбом полюбому,
обов'язково, він для тебе буде неначе на щастя підкова...
Бо в ньому слова не дурні, в ньому музичка фірмова, енергія позитивна, вібрація суперова
Давай 20 гривень - ось квитанція розрахункова: на одному диску галицько-волиньська історія хіпхопова

[$hadow]

50 Cent & LLOUD BANK$ Hands up
EEEEEEEEEEEEE......e...ee..eee


Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up

[50 Cent (Lloyd Banks)]
Hands up shorty when you party with me, we goin' way past quarter to three (I said Hands Up!)
I'm good in the V.I.P. I got my hammer right here with me (I said Hands Up!)
You know when you party with crooks, you gotta learn to respect the jooks (I said Hands Up!)
Everything ain't cruise to fame, this shit ain't sweet as it looks (I said Hands Up!)

[Lloyd Banks (50 Cent)]
You know I'm puttin' something on me right before I leave outta the car (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em
up, put 'em up We came to party)
You Go tough talkin' at me you gon' leave outta the club with a Scar (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em
up, put 'em up We came to party)
We pop bottles like it's all free fo' I leave I'ma buy out the bar (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up,
put 'em up We came to party)
You can order what you want it's on me I'm a G take a look at star (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up,
put 'em up We came to party)

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
It feels so good to live sucker free
I'm soakin' it all up while your girl suckin' me
It mean the world to her, it's nothing but a nut to me
Look miss, get a grip and let a motherfucker be
I'm a rap star
Who wants to be ridin' around in that car
Two in the front and the back got the plasma
This ain't a free ride you gotta have the gas ma
I wouldn't buy a chick a pump that got asthma
And I'm busy so I move a bit faster
You can't tell me yes if I don't ask ya
Haha I'm a bastard
Damn near showin' his hand over the plastic
Cause they wanna see your man go in the casket
Rule number one keep your gun and get your ass hit that's it
Lights off and your body's stiff
By the same niggas you used to party with

[50 Cent (Lloyd Banks)]
Hands up shorty when you party with me, we goin' way past quarter to three (I said Hands Up!)
I'm good in the V.I.P. I got my hammer right here with me (I said Hands Up!)
You know when you party with crooks, you gotta learn to respect the jooks (I said Hands Up!)
Everything ain't cruise to fame, this shit ain't sweet as it looks (I said Hands Up!)

[Lloyd Banks (50 Cent)]
You know I'm puttin' something on me right before I leave outta the car (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em
up, put 'em up We came to party)
You Go tough talkin' at me you gon' leave outta the club with a scar (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em
up, put 'em up We came to party)
We pop bottles like it's all free fo' I leave I'ma buy out the bar (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up,
put 'em up We came to party)
You can order what you want it's on me I'm a G take a look at star (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up,
put 'em up We came to party)

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
I cruise through the strip
22's on the whip
New rule: gonna hit
Thousand dollar outfit
Never snooze never slip
Follow rules or get whip
Nigga move or get hit
I don't care who's on the strip
It ain't only the Ferrari now the jewels got him sick
Now it's 2006 I need a new bottom miss
It's aight they can talk I'm amused by the pricks
I'm the news out the bricks nigga who's hot as this
I bet the mansion and the swimming pool got 'em pissed
I ain't a cuddler I fuck the drool outta chick
My niggas ice grill but it ain't the same
They don't see the faces they just see the chains
Like Ooo when you get 'em they don't know you with me
They probably think the bouncers at the front door frisk me
This is regular shit the erryday mentality
They charged up don't make me put in the battery

[50 Cent (Lloyd Banks)]
Hands up shorty when you party with me, we goin' way past quarter to three (I said Hands Up!)
I'm good in the V.I.P. I got my hammer right here with me (I said Hands Up!)
You know when you party with crooks, you gotta learn to respect the jooks (I said Hands Up!)
Everything ain't cruise to fame, this shit ain't sweet as it looks (I said Hands Up!)

[Lloyd Banks (50 Cent)]
You know I'm puttin' something on me right before I leave outta the car (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em
up, put 'em up We came to party)
You go tough talkin' at me you gon' leave outta the club with a scar (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em
up, put 'em up We came to party)
We pop bottles like it's all free fo' I leave I'ma buy out the bar (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up,
put 'em up We came to party)
You can order what you want it's on me I'm a G take a look at star (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up,
put 'em up We came to party)

Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up LOL

[$hadow]

Повідомлення від Azazello

Criminal

A lot of people ask me.. stupid fuckin questions
A lot of people think that.. what I say on records
or what I talk about on a record, that I actually do in real life
or that I believe in it
Or if I say that, I wanna kill somebody, that..
I'm actually gonna do it
or that I believe in it
Well, shit.. if you believe that
then I'll kill you
You know why?
Cuz I'm a
CRIMINAL
CRIMINAL
You god damn right
I'm a CRIMINAL
Yeah, I'm a CRIMINAL

My words are like a dagger with a jagged edge
That'll stab you in the head
whether you're a fag or lez
Or the homosex, hermaph or a trans-a-vest
Pants or dress . hate fags? The answer's "yes"
Homophobic? Nah, you're just heterophobic
Starin at my jeans, watchin my genitals bulgin (Ooh!)
That's my motherfuckin balls, you'd better let go of em
They belong in my scrotum, you'll never get hold of em
Hey, it's me, Versace
Whoops, somebody shot me!
And I was just checkin the mail
Get it?
Checkin the 'male'?
How many records you expectin to sell
after your second LP sends you directly to jail?
C'mon!-- Relax guy, I like gay men
Right, Ken? Give me an amen (AAA-men!)
Please Lord, this boy needs Jesus
Heal this child, help us destroy these demons
Oh, and please send me a brand new car
And a prostitute while my wife's sick in the hospital
Preacher preacher, fifth grade teacher
You can't reach me, my mom can't neither
You can't teach me a goddamn thing cause
I watch TV, and Comcast cable
and you ain't able to stop these thoughts
You can't stop me from toppin these charts
And you can't stop me from droppin each March
with a brand new cd for these fuckin retards
Duhhh, and to think, it's just little ol' me
Mr. "Don't Give A Fuck," still won't leave

Chorus:
I'm a CRIMINAL
Cuz every time I write a rhyme, these people think it's a crime
to tell em what's on my mind . I guess I'm a CRIMINAL
but I don't gotta say a word, I just flip em the bird
and keep goin, I don't take shit from no one
I'm a CRIMINAL
Cuz every time I write a rhyme, these people think it's a crime
to tell em what's on my mind . I guess I'm a CRIMINAL
but I don't gotta say a word, I just flip em the bird
and keep goin, I don't take shit from no one

My mother did drugs . tar, liquor, cigarettes, and speed
The baby came out . disfigured, ligaments indeed
It was a seed who would grow up just as crazy as she
Don't dare make fun of that baby cause that baby was me
I'm a CRIMINAL . an animal caged who turned crazed
But how the fuck you sposed to grow up when you weren't raised?
So as I got older and I got a lot taller
My dick shrunk smaller, but my balls got larger
I drink malt liquor to fuck you up quicker
than you'd wanna fuck me up for sayin the word ...
My morals went thhbbpp when the president got oral
Sex in his Oval Office on top of his desk
Off of his own employee
Now don't ignore me, you won't avoid me
You can't miss me, I'm white, blonde-haired
and my nose is pointy
I'm the bad guy who makes fun of people that die
in plane crashes and laughs
As long as it ain't happened to him
Slim Shady, I'm as crazy as Eminem and Kim combined . *kch* the maniac's in
Replacin the doctor cause Dre couldn't make it today
He's a little under the weather, so I'm takin his place
(Mm-mm-mmm!) Oh, that's Dre with an AK to his face
Don't make me kill him too and spray his brains all over the place
I told you Dre, you should've kept that thang put away
I guess that'll teach you not to let me play with it, eh?
I'm a CRIMINAL

Aight look (uh huh) just go up in that motherfucker
get the motherfuckin money and get the fuck up outta there
Aight
I'll be right here waitin on you
Aight
Yo Em
What?!
Don't kill nobody this time
Awwright... god damn, fuck...
(whistling) how you doin'?
Hi, how can I help you?
Yeah I need to make a withdrawl
Okay
Put the fuckin money in the bag bitch... and I won't kill you!
What? Oh my god, don't kill me
I'm not gonna kill you bitch, quit lookin around...
Don't kill me, please don't kill me...
I said I'm not gonna fuckin kill you
Hurry the fuck up! {*BOOM*}
Thank you!

Windows tinted on my ride when I drive in it
So when I rob a bank, run out and just dive in it
So I'll be disguised in it
And if anybody identifies the guy in it
I'll hide for five minutes
Come back, shoot the eyewitness
Then fire at the private eye hired to pry in my business
Die, bitches! Pass this brass pest
Cause Puffy's lucky I didn't blast his ass yet
If I ever gave a fuck, I'd shave my nut
stuck my dick inbetween my legs and cluck
You motherfuckin chickens ain't brave enough
to say the stuff I say, so this tape is shut
Shit, half the shit I say, I just make it up
To make you mad so kiss my white naked ass
And if it's not a rapper that I make it as
I'ma be a fuckin rapist in a Jason mask

Chorus

тема песинка то што нада.....спасиба давно искал слова..к етой песни..спасиб...Criminal еее

[Ganesha]

реперы.. готхи... та ходь альтер-эмо-панГи... %///
неужели на форуме все обезтрафленные сидяД..?
и каГ тут не материЦцо =//
http://www.smart.vn.ua/forum/showpos...postcount=1390
я папрэжнему настаиваю, пылаю надеждою и виСю в реферансе..