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www.azlyrics.ru там есть по идее
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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! |
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Apocalyptica - En Vie (английская версия)
Eminem - Kim ПОжалуйста!=) |
14-02-2007, 00:12 | #1385 |
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Ляляля лялял ниполучиш ни рубля!!!
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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! |
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VovaZiLVova
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 |
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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 |
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Eminem - Criminal
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тема песинка то што нада.....спасиба давно искал слова..к етой песни..спасиб...Criminal еее |
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17-02-2007, 21:24 | #1390 |
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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..
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