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Akıllı Masa - Nur Dekor
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Tupac - Hit`Em Up
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Intro - 2pac I ain't got no motherfuckin friends Je n’ai pas d’amis connard That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucker C’est pour ca que j’ai niqué ta meuf, t’es gros connard (take money) West side!! (prendre notre fric) Cote Ouest!! Bad Boy killers Tueurs de ‘Bad Boys’ (boite de production de Puff Daddy) (take money) You know who the realest is niggaz Vous savez qui sont les vrais, ‘negers’ (take money) We bring it to you On va vous le dire (take money) 2pac First off, fuck your bitch and the click you claim Tout d’abord, fuck ta pétasse et ce gang auquel tu appartiens West side when we ride come equipped with game Westside quand on s’en mêle, on arrive équipés (on connaît le jeu) You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife Tu prétends être un bête au lit, mais je me suis fait ta femme (alias Faith Evans) We bust on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for life On déboule sur Bad Boys, ‘neggers’ niqués à vie Plus Puffy tryin ta see me weak hearts I rip Plus puffy (puff daddy) qui essaye de m’avoir, je les déchire les cœurs faibles Biggie Smallz and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some mark ass bitches Biggie Small (Notorious BIG) et Junior Mafia, espèce de connards, je vous ai repéré We keep on comin' while you runnin for ya jewels On ne cesse de venir (sur le devant de la scène) alors que vous faites ça pour vos joyaux steady gunnin, keep on bustin at the fools, you know the rules On a la gachette ferme, on ne cesse de casser ces cons, vous connaissez les règles Little Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya Little Caesar, va demander à tes potes comment je t’ai laissé cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased j’ai bien ammoché ton cul de jeunot, t’ai laissé en pièces, maintenant meurs Lil Kim, don't fuck around with real G's Lil’ Kim, ne joue pas avec les vrais gangsters Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off tha street, so fuck peace Depèche toi de bouger ton sale cul de la rue, alors fuck la paix I let them niggas know it's on for life Je fais dire à ces ‘niggers’ que cela vaux pour la vie entière So let the West side ride tonight hahahah Alors laissez la cote ouest s’en occuper ce soir hahaha Bad Boy murdered on wax, and killed Les mecs de Bad Boy assassinés et tués Fuck wit' me and get ya caps peeled, you know ... see ... Si tu me cherches, tu seras assassiné, tu le sais….alors écoute…… Refrain Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac Attrape ton flingue quand tu vois Tupac Call the cops, when you see Tupac, uhh Appelle les flics quand tu vois Tupac You shot me, but ya punks didn't finish Vous m’avez tiré dessus, mais ces cons n’ont pas fini le boulot Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace Désormais vous allez ressentir le poids d’une menace sur vous NIGGA, I hit em' up... Nigga, je vous aurais…… Interlude - Tupac Check this out…you muthafuckas know what time it is Matez ça…vous, connards, savez que l’heure a sonné I don't even know why I'm on this track Je sais même pas pourquoi je participe à ce morceau ya'll niggaz ain't even on my level Vous tous, niggas, n’étés même pas de mon niveau I'ma let my little homies ride on you Je vais laisser mes potes s’occuper de vous bitch made-ass bad boy bitches -- deal with it!! Connards de bad boys – débrouillez vous avec eux Get out the way yo, get out the way yo Degage de la yo,Degage de la yo Biggie Smallz just got dropped Biggie Smallz vient d'etre tiré Little Moo, pass the Mac, and let me hit him in his back Little Moo,passe le Mac,et laisse moi le frappé dans son dos Frank White need to get spanked right, for settin tracks Frank White doit serieusement etre defiguré,pour certaines tracks little accident murderer, and I ain't never heard-a ya Un petit accident meurtrier,et je ne t'ai jamais entendu Poisinous gats attack when I'm servin ya Le poison va t'attaque que je vais te servir Spank the shank ya whole style when I dank Guard your rank, cause I'ma slam you in the pavement Puffy weaker that a fuckin rocka wanna do, nigga and, I'll smoke ya junior mafia in front of you, nigga With the ready power tuckin my Guess under my Eddie Bauer ya clout, pretty sour I get packages every hour and hit em up Refrain 2pac Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel this aint no freestyle battle, all you niggaz gettin killed with ya mouths open tryin to come up offa me, you in the clouds hoping smokin dope it's like a sherm high Niggaz think they learned to fly But they burned muthafucka, you deserve to die Talkin bout you gettin money, but its funny to me All you niggaz living bummy, while you fuckin' wit me I'm a self made milionaire Je suis devenu millionnaire sans avoir demandé d'aide à personne Thug Livin out a prison, pistols in the air, hahaha Je suis un voyou vivant en dehors de la prison, flingues en l’air, hahaha Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on my couch Biggie (Notorious BIG), souviens toi, quand j’avais l’habitude de te laisser coucher sur mon canapé and beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house, ahh et que je suppliais la pute de te laisser dormir chez moi Now its all about Versacci, you copied my style Maintenant, tout est question de Versacci, t’as copié mon style Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it, and smiled 5 balles n’ont pas pu m’arreter (ne sont pas venu à bout de moi), j’ai été touché, et j’ai souris Now I'm bout to set the record straight, with my AK Maitenant, je suis prêt à battre le record, avec mon AK-47 (mitraillette) I'm still the thug you love to hate Je suis toujours ce voyou que tu adore detester Motherfucker, I hit em up Connard, je vais t’avoir…… I'm from N-E-W Jerz, where plenty murders occur No points to be calmer, we bringin drama to all you herbs Knuckle check the scenario, Little Cease I bring you fake G's to your knees Coppin pleas cuz this ain't your area Lil Kim, is you coked up, or doped up? Get ya lil Junior Whopper click smoked up, what the fuck is you STUPID?!?! I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn with my click lootin, shootin and pollutin ya block with 15 shots cock glock to your knot Outlaw mafia click movin up another notch And you bast stops squaws get mopped and dropped All your fake-ass east coast props brainstormed and locked Youse a, beat biter, a Pac style taker I'll tell you to ya face you aint shit but a faker Softer than Alize with a chaser Bout to get murdered for the paper Idi Amin approach the scene Write a caper, like a loc, with little ceaser in a choke hold Totin smoke, we aint no muthafuckin joke Thug Life, niggaz betta be knowin, we approchin in the wide open, guns smokin no need for hopin its a battle lost, I got across Soon as the funk was poppin off Nigga I hit em up Outro - Tupac Now you tell me who won Maintenant dites moi qui a gagné I see them, they run Je les vois, il détalent They don't wanna see us Ils ne veulent pas nous voir Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. click dressin up tryin ta be us Tout le gang de Junior M.A.F.I.A. se fringuent comme nous, essayent de nous ressembler How the fuck they gonna be the mob when we always on our job Comment veulent ils être un gang, alors que nous ne faisons que bosser We millionaires, killin ain't fair but somebody gotta do it Nous somme millionnaires, tuer n’est pas juste, mais quelqu’un se doit de le faire Oh yeah, Mobb Deep, you wanna fuck with us? Oh oui, Mobb Deep tu veux nous chercher ? You little young ass motherfuckers T’es qu’un petit connard trop jeune Don't one of you niggaz got sickle cell or somethin? Un de vous niggaz n’a t il pas la maladie de Havoc ou quelque chose comme ca ? You fuckin with me nigga you fuck around Vous me cherchez niggers, allez vous faire foutre and have a seizure or a heart-attack Ayez une attaque ou un infarctus You better back the fuck up, fore you get smacked the fuck up Vous feriez mieux de revenir sur vos pas, avant de vous faire niquer That's how we do it on our side C’est comme ça que cela se passe sur notre cote (ouest) Any of you niggaz from New York that wanna bring it bring it Tous ces niggas de New York qui veulent se la ramener, allez y But we ain't singin, we bringin drama Mais on ne joue pas, on fait dans le drame Fuck you and your motherfuckin mama Vas te faire foutre, et ta putain de mère aussi We gonna kill all you motherfuckers On va tous vous tuer connards Now when I came out I told you it was just about Biggie Quand tout a commencé, je vous avais dit pourtant qu’il ne s’agissait que d’un truc entre Biggie et moi Then everybody had to open their mouth with a motherfuckin opinion Mais tout le monde a eu son mot à dire avec sa propre putain d’opinion Well this how we gonna do this Alors que les choses soient claires Fuck Mobb Deep Fuck Mobb Deep Fuck Biggie Fuck Biggie Fuck Bad Boy as a staff record label Fuck Bad Boy en tant que label de musique and as a motherfuckin crew et en tant que putain de gang And if you wanna be down with Bad Boy Et si vous supportez Bad Boys Then fuck you too Alors allez vous faire foutre aussi Chino XL, fuck you too Chino XL, va te faire foutre aussi All you motherfuckers, fuck you too Vous tous en*ulés, allez vous faire foutre Etiketler: tupac clips Rap Us fr bitch salope cul sex dr dre snoop dogg seins |
Nas - Hip Hop Is Dead
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[Hook] If hip hop should die before I wake I'll put an extended clip inside of my AK Roll to every station, rack the DJ x 2 Yeah, niggaz smoke, laugh, party, and die in the same corner Get cash, live fast, body their man's mama Rich ass niggaz is ridin with three llamas Revenge in their eyes, Hennesy and the ganja Word to the wise with villain state of minds Grindin, hittin Brazilian dimes from behind x3 Whenever, if ever, I roll up, it's sown up Any ghetto will tell ya Nas helped grow us up My face once graced promotional Sony trucks Hundred million in billin, I helped build em up Gave my nigga my right, I could have gave left So like my girl Foxy, a nigga went Def So nigga, whos ur top ten? Is it MC Shan? Is it MC Ren? [Hook] The bigger the cap, the bigger the peelin Come thru, sumthin ill, missin the ceilin What influenced my raps? Stick ups and killings Kidnappings, project buildings, drug dealings Criticize that why is that? Cuz Nas rap is compared to legitimized crap Cuz we love to talk on ass we gettin Most intellectuals will only half listen So you can't blame jazz musicians Or David Stern with his NBA fashion issues Oh I think they like me in my white tee You cant ice me We here for life B On my second marriage hip hop's my first wifey And for that we not takin it lightly If hip hop should die we die together Bodies in the morgue lie together All together now Everybody sound the same, commercialize the game Reminiscin when it wasn't all bizness If it got where it started So we all gather here for the dearly departed Hip hopper since a toddler One homeboy became a man then a mobster If the guys let me get my last swig of Vodka R.I.P we'll donate ur lungs to a rasta Went from turntables to mp3s From Beat Street to commercials on Mickey D's From gold cables to Jacobs From plain facials to Botox and face lifts Im lookin over my shoulder It's about 80 niggaz from my hood that showed up And dey came to show luv Sold out concert and the doors are closed shut Etiketler: nas hip hop dead queensbridge hip-hop rap |
Tupac Shakur - Hit Em' Up
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Tupac Shakur - Hit Em' Up Intro: Tupac I ain't got no motherfuckin friends That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucker (take money) West side!! Bad Boy killers (take money) You know the realest is niggaz (take money) We bring it to you (take money) Verse One: Tupac First off, fuck your bitch in the clit you claim West side when we ride come equipped with game You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife We bust on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for life Plus Puffy tryin ta see me weak hearts I rip Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some mark ass bitches We keep on comin' while we runnin for ya jewels steady gunnin, keep on bustin at the fools, you know the rules Little Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased Lil Kim, don't fuck around with real G's Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off tha street, so fuck peace I let them niggas know it's on for life So let the West side ride tonight hahahah Bad Boy murdered on wax, and killed Fuck wit' me and get ya caps peeled, you know ... see ... Chorus: Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac Call the cops, when you see Tupac, uhh Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace NIGGA, I hit em' up... Interlude: Tupac Check this out, you muthafuckas know what time it is I don't even know why I'm on this track ya'll nigguz ain't even on my level I'ma let my little homies ride on you bitch made-ass bad boy bitches -- deal with it!! Verse Two: Get out the way yo, get out the way yo Biggie Small just got dropped Little Moo, pass the Mac, and let me hit him in his back Frank White need to get spanked right, for settin tracks little accident murderer, and I ain't never heard-a ya Poisinous gats attack when I'm servin ya Spank the shank ya whole style when I dank Guard your rank, cause I'ma slam you in the pavement Puffy weaker that a fuckin rocka wanna do, nigga and, I'll smoke ya junior mafia in front of you, nigga With the ready power tuckin my Guess under my Eddie Bauer ya clout, pretty sour I get packages every hour and hit em up Chorus Verse Three: Tupac Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel this aint no freestyle battle, all you niggaz gettin killed with ya mouths open tryin to come up offa me, you in the clouds hoping smokin dope it's like a sherm high Niggaz think they learned to fly But they burned muthafucka, you deserve to die Talkin bout you gettin money, but its funny to me All you niggaz living bummy, while you fuckin' wit me I'm a self made milionare Thug Livin out a prison, pistols in the air, hahaha Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on my couch and beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house, ahh Now its all about Versacci, you copied my style Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it, and smiled Now I'm bout to set the record straight, with my AK I'm still the thug you love to hate Motherfucker, I hit em up Verse Four: I'm from N-E-W Jerz, where plenty murders occur No points to be calmer, we bringin drama to all you herbs Knuckle check the scenario, Little Cease I bring you fake G's to your knees Coppin pleas cuz this ain't your area Lil Kim, is you coked up, or doped up? Get ya lil Junior Whopper click smoked up, what the fuck is you STUPID?!?! I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn with my click lootin, shootin and pollutin ya block with 15 shots cock glock to your knot Outlaw mafia click movin up another notch And you bast stops squaws get mopped and dropped All your fake-ass east coast props brainstormed and locked Verse Five: Youse a, beat biter, a Pac style taker I'll tell you to ya face you aint shit but a faker Softer than Alize with a chaser Bout to get murdered for the paper Idi Amin approach the scene Write a caper, like a loc, with little ceaser in a choke hold Totin smoke, we aint no muthafuckin joke Thug Life, niggaz betta be knowin, we approchin in the wide open, guns smokin no need for hopin its a battle lost, I got across Soon as the funk was poppin off Nigga I hit em up Outro: Tupac Now you tell me who won I see them, they run They don't wanna see us Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. click dressin up tryin ta be us How the fuck they gonna be the mob when we always on our job We millionaires, killin ain't fair but somebody gotta do it Oh yeah, Mobb Deep, you wanna fuck with us? You little young ass motherfuckers Don't one of you niggaz got sickle cell or somethin? You fuckin with me nigga you fuck around and have a seizure or a heart-attack You better back the fuck up, fore you get smacked the fuck up That's how we do it on our side Any of you niggaz from New York that wanna bring it bring it But we ain't singin, we bringin drama Fuck you and your motherfuckin mama We gonna kill all you motherfuckers Now when I came out I told you it was just about Biggie Then everybody had to open their mouth with a motherfuckin opinion Well this how we gonna do this Fuck Mobb Deep Fuck Biggie Fuck Bad Boys as a staff record label and as a motherfuckin crew And if you wanna be down with Bad Boyz Then fuck you too Chino XL, fuck you too All you motherfuckers, fuck you too (take money) (take money) Alla y'all motherfuckers, fuck you die slow motherfucker My fo'-fo' make sure all y'all kids don't grow You motherfuckers can't be us or see us We the motherfuckin Thug Life ridahs West side till we die! Out here in California we warn ya we'll bomb on you motherfuckers We do our job You think you mob, nigga we the motherfuckin mob Ain't nuttin but killers and the real niggaz All you motherfuckers feel us Our shit's going triple and four-quadruple (take money) You niggaz blast as our staff got guns at they motherfuckers back, you know how it is When we drop records they feel it You niggaz can't feel it We the realest, FUCK EM, we Bad Boy killin *echoes* Etiketler: 2pac tupac shakur hit em up outlawz rap us weastcoat |
KAT-TUN - DON'T U EVER STOP [OFFICIAL PV]
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KAT-TUN - DON'T U EVER STOP Official PV Lyrics : Shivers of fear might come in the night Just let it go, you'll be fine Moments of sadness might bring you down, Remember the word: STOP! (A) Daremo shiranai story (what) Hanashite yo slowly (haa) Umaku ienai kedo Hitori ja nai (K) Wasurerarenai omoi Sono mayoi Ore ga zembu daite Dekakeyou (N) Uragiri no machikado ni Saita kimi no hana (T1) Kanjita yoru wa shoujiki ni Hoshigatte (All) DON'T U EVER STOP Wakatteru Don’t stop Unmei wa Don’t stop Dare mo minna kamishimeteiru STOP (STOP) Kizutsuite GO (GO) Kono machi ni akogarete Mayoi konda (AK) Futari yoru kazoete Koko de ikitekita Korega saigo no koi dakara Massugu ni mitsumete DON'T U EVER STOP (U) I wanna tell you secrets Ichido kiri no party hajimaru tonight tonight (T2) Ushinau mono naize Modorenaize subete wo kakete Let the show begin (A) Tamerai no roji ura ni Yureru kimi no hana (AK) Wakatteru koto wa Iwanai de Munashii dake (All) DON'T U EVER STOP Wakatteru Don’t stop Unmei wa Don’t stop Dare mo minna kamishimeteiru STOP (STOP) Kizutsuite GO (GO) Tabidatta ano hi kara DON'T U EVER STOP Wakatteru DON'T STOP Unmei wa DON'T STOP Dare mo minna kamishimeteiru STOP (STOP) Kizutsuite GO (GO) Massugu ni mitsumete DON'T U EVER STOP Are you ready? (A) Ha ha ha HELL YEAH! (T2) From Chiba, saikou rappaa naize hanpa Kyou mo No.1 wa yappa wakare Answer Po Po tometemina narasu sairen Honmono katazunomi unarasu Silent Yeah hi no maru seoi Lock on ikiru Rock michi Gaki no koro kaiteta dasai otona ni STOP~ x4 (All) DON'T U EVER STOP Wakatteru Don’t stop Unmei wa Don’t stop Dare mo minna kamishimeteiru STOP (STOP) Kizutsuite GO (GO) Tabidatta ano hi kara DON'T U EVER STOP (DON'T U EVER STOP) Massugu ni mitsumete DON'T U EVER STOP (T2) STOP!! Etiketler: kat tun don't u ever stop kattun kat-tun Jpop PV you |
Tupac Shakur - If My Homies Call (Live)
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Tupac - If My Homies Call (Live) Verse one: Ever since you was a pee-wee, down by my knee with a wee-wee We been coochie-coo all through school, you and me G Back in the days we played practical jokes on everybody smoked with they locs and the yolks on All through high school, girls by the dozens Sayin we cousins, knowin that we wasn't But like the old saying goes, I had a fuck since i was 6 Times goes on, and everybody grows Grew apart, had to part, went our own ways You chose the dope gaaaane, my microphone pays In many ways we were paid in the old days So far away from the crazies with AK's And though I been around clowning with the Underground I'm still down with my homies from the hometown And if you need, need anything at all I drop it all for y'all, if my homies call Verse Two: It's a shame, you chose the dope game Now you slang cane on the streets with no name It was plain that your aim was mo' cane You got game now you run with no shame I chose rappin tracks to make stacks In fact I travel the map with raps that spray cats But now I don't wanna down my homie No matter how low you go you're not lowly And I, hear that you made a few enemies But when you need a friend you can depend on me, call If you need my assistance there'll be no resistance I'll be there in an instant Who am I to judge another brother, only on his cover I'd be no different than the other H-to-the-O-to-the-M-to-the-I-to-the-E I'm down to the E-N-D Cause it's a fall in no time at all I'm down for y'all, when my homies call Word, if my homies call Verse Three: Well it's ninety-one and I'm livin kinda swell now But I hear that you're going through some hell pal But life makin records ain't easy It ain't what I expected it's hectic it's sleazy But I guess that the streets is harder Trying to survive in the life of a young godfather My homies is making it elsewhere Striving, working nine to five with no health care We both had dreams of being great But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shaped It's fate, it wasn't my choice to make To be great, I'm giving it all it takes Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes I gotta take, my place or fall from grace The foolish way, the pace is quick and great Smiling face, to hide the trace of hate But my homie would never do me wrong That's why I wrote this song, if you ever need me it's on No matter who the foe they must fall Us against them all I'm down to brawl if my homies call Etiketler: tupac shakur 2pac pac |
GÜDÜLLÜ ERGÜN 2007
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