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fabel · 27-ene-2007, 03:12

Black awita el video de Barnafiles,por si no lo has visto lo pongo aqui aver que os parece......

YouTube - Falsalarma - Barna

bLaCkShadOw · 28-ene-2007, 01:43

No sabia ni que existia esta cancion de Falsalarma tio xDD

Esta bastante guapa ahora que lo dices

Lloyd · 28-ene-2007, 03:28

hey me a ido bastante y eso que el español no me tira mucho, pero ta guapa, por cierto os gusta doble v?(violadores del verso)?, es un clasico, por cierto alguien conoce la cancion the game-the funeral se sale!xD

bLaCkShadOw · 28-ene-2007, 03:42

Yo no................ Violadores del verso tiene muchisimas canciones que te quedas aco**nado de lo bien que suenan xD

Fabel creo un post oficial en el que nadie posteo

y si lo hacemos ahora seria ya reflote

fabel · 28-ene-2007, 03:58

Si yo cree unos de ellos jeje.............no lo refloteis no merece la pen aya.

Blackshadow lo de barnafiles va a ser un disco recopilatorio de mc's de Barcelonan que sale en primavera y que va a caer en mis manos en cuanto salga XD.

bLaCkShadOw · 28-ene-2007, 04:56

Y en las mias, por supuesto

2pacShakur · 29-ene-2007, 01:51

Hombre muy guapo el post de Hip Hop, y como no, no seria un post del Hip Hop sin el Dios del Hip Hop, Tupac Amaru Shakur, que no esta muerto, que está en Mundogamers jejeje:
Aqui os dejo unas liricas de Tupac, una canción que me encanta, Until The End Of Time

Artista: 2Pac
Canción: Until the end of time
Discogràfica: Death Row Records

[2Pac]
Perhaps I was addicted to tha dark side
Somewhere inside my childhood i missed my heart die
And even though we both came from the same places
The money and the fame made us all change places
How could it be through the misery that came to pass
The hard times make a true friend afraid to ask, for currency
But you could run to me when you need me, I'll never leave
I just needed someone to believe in, as you can see
It's a small thang through and true
What could I do? Real homies help ya get through,
And coming new, he'd do tha same thang if he could
Cuz in the hood true homies make you feel good
And half the time we be acting up call tha cops
Bringing the cease to tha peace that was on my block
It never stop, when my mama ask me will I change
I tell her yeah, but it's clear I'll always be tha same
Until the end of time

[Chorus: RL]
So take, these broken wings
I need your hands to come and heal me once again
(Until the end of time)
So I can fly away, until the end of time
Until the end of time
Until the end of time

[2Pac]
Please Lord forgive me for my life of sin
My hard stare seem to scare all my sister's kids
So you know I don't hang around tha house much
This all night money making got me outta touch, shit
Ain't flashed a smile in a long while
An unexpected birth worst of the ghetto childs
My attitude got me walking solo
Ride out alone in my low-low
Watching the whole world move in slow-mo
For quiet times disappear listen to the ocean
Smoking Ports think my thoughts
Then it's back to coasting
Who can I trust in this cold world
My phony homey had a baby by my own girl
But I ain't trippin I'm a player I ain't sweating him
I sexed his sister, had her mo' good like a Mexican
His next of kin, No remorse it was meant to happen
Besides rapping the only thing I did good was scrapping
Until the end of time

[Chorus x2]

[2Pac]
Now who's to say if I was right or wrong?
To live my life as an outlaw all along
Remain strong in this planet full of playa haters
They conversate but Death Row full of demonstrators
And in tha end drinking henessy made all my enemies envy me
So cold when I flow eliminating easily
Fall to their knees, they plead for their right to breath
While beggin me to keep the peace (haha)
Well I can see close into achieve
In times of danger don't freeze time to be a g
Follow my lead I supply everything you need
An ounce of game and the trainin to make a g
Remember me, as an outcast outlaw
Another album out that's what I'm about, more
Gettin raw till the day I see my casket
Buried as a g while tha whole world remembers me
Until the end of time

[Chorus]

Paz aqui teneis el video, por si quereis escucharla

YouTube - until the end of time

2pacShakur · 29-ene-2007, 02:01

Esta es buenisima, es el gran maestro de NWA Eazy E, el gran jefecillo de Compton que saco la tira de discos con canciones geniales, el gangsta rap no seria lo mismo sin el, esta en concreto, pertenece a la batalla que tuvo con Dr Dre y Snoop Dogg, debido a que Dre acuso a Eazy que se llevaba mas dinero de NWA, cuando ambos estaban en el grupo.

Canción: Real Mothefuckin Gs/ Real Compton City Gs
Artista: Eazy E, Gangsta Dresta, BG Knocc Out
Discografica: Ruthless Records

COMPTON
COMPTON
COMPTON
COMPTON
COMPTON

[Eazy-E]
Hey yo Dr. here's another proper track and it's phat
Watch the sniper, time to pay the piper
And let the real shit provoke
See you's a wanna be loc and you get smoked and I hope that your
Fans understand when you talk about preyin' me
The same records that your makin' is payin' me
Muthafuck Dre, Muthafuck Snoop, Muthafuck Death Row
Yo and here comes my left blow
'Cause I'm the E-A-Z-Y-E and this is the season
To let the real Muthaphuckkin G's in
You're like a kid you find the poop when you open up your diaper
But tell me where the fuck you find that anorexic rapper
Talkin' about who you go squabble with and who you shoot
You're only 60 pounds when you're wet and wearin' boots

[Gangsta Dresta] Damn E they tried to fade you on Dre Day

But Dre Day only make Eazy's payday
All of a sudden Dr. Dre is a G-Thang
But on his old album covers he was a she thang.
So nigga please, nigga please, don't step to these
Muthaphuckkin Real G's

[Gangsta Dresta]
Every day it's a new rapper
Claimin' to be deffer than the Dresta
Smoother than a bitch, but betray the role of gangster
Ain't broke a law in your life
Yet every time you rap you yap about the guns and knives
Just take a good look at the
Nigga and you'll capture the fact that
The bastard is simply just an actor
Who mastered the bang and the slang and the mental
Of niggas in Compton, Watts, and South Central
Never ever once have ya ran with the turf
But yet in every verse claim ya used to do the dirf
But tell me who's a witness to ya fuckin' work
See ya never had no business so save the drama jerk
Niggas straight kill me knowin' that they pranksters
This is goin' out to you studio gangsters
See I did dirf but did work and many niggas can vouch that
So since I've got stripes I got the right to rap about that
But niggas like you, I kinda hate ya
Cause I'm just tired of so many niggas
Claiming that they come from projects
Knowin' you ain't seen no parts of the streets G
Think ya started trying to bang a rap
While ya tryin' to sign a peace treaty
Wearing khakis and mime while you rhyme
Little fag try to sag, but ya floodin' at the same time
And ya set don't accept ya
Scared to kick it with your homies
Cause ya know they don't respect ya
So nigga please check nuts before you step to these
Muthaphuckkin Real G's

[B.G. Knocc Out]
Well, It's the Knock out, definition original baby gangsta
I'll punch me like you hard muthafucka I'm a bank ya
Shank ya with my fuckin' shank if I hafta
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dogg are fuckin' actors
Pranksters, studio gangsters, busters
But this time you're dealing with some real muthafuckas
G's, nigga please, don't try to step cause if you do
Then a pink cap is all that would be left
See young niggas like me will break you of something
Claiming my city but Dre you ain't from Compton
Niggas like ya'll is what I call wannabes
And ain't shit compared to Real Muthaphuckkin G's

I never met an OG who never did shit wrong
Ya tried to dis the Eazy-E so now nigga it's on
You and your Doggy Dogg think that you're hogging shit
Both of you bitches can come and suck my doggy dick
Beatin' up a bitch don't make you shit,
But then again some niggas think it makes a man. . . Damn
It's a trip how a nigga could switch so quick
From wearing lipstick to smoking on chronic at picnics
And now ya think your bigger
But to me you ain't nothin' but a bitch ass nigga
That ain't worth a food stamp
And at Death Row I hear you're getting treated like boot camp
Gotta follow your sergeant's directions,
Or get your ass popped with the Smith & Wesson
Learn a lesson from the Eaze
Stay in your place and don't step to REAL MUTHAPHUCKKIN G'S

Boy you should've know by now, Eazy does it

YouTube - Real Compton City Gs [BaD-AzZ]

2pacShakur · 29-ene-2007, 02:07

Tremenda canción de batallas de Tupac, la mejor de la historia, se dice que por esta canción le mataron, es Hit Em Up, junto a los Outlawz, pertenece a la batalla de Tupac contra Biggie Smalls, la que desencadeno la lucha Este-Oeste, y que acabo con la muerte de mabos raperos, 2pac y Biggie.
Si sabeis ingles traducid la canción y vereis lo que Pac le dice:

Canción: Hit Em Up
Artista: Tupac ft Outlawz
Discografica: Death Row

[Tupac]

I ain't got no mutha fuckin friends
Thats why I fucked your bitch
You fat mutha-fucka {Take Money}
West Side
Bad Boy Killers {Take Money}
You know who the realist is
niggas we bring it to {Take Money}
(ha ha, that's alright)

First off, fuck your bitch
And the click you claim
West side when we ride
Come equipped with game
You claim to be a playa
But, I fucked your wife
We bust on Bad Boys
niggas fuck for Life
Plus Puffy tryin' to see me weak
Hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia
Some mark ass bitches
We keep on coming
While we running for yah jewels
Steady gunning
Keep on busting at them fools
You know the rules
Little Ceasar go ask you homie
How i'll leave yah
Cut your young ass up
See yah in pieces
Now be deceased
Little Kim,
Don't fuck around with real G's
Quick to snatch your ugly ass, off the streets
So fuck peace
I'll let them niggas know
It's on for Life
Don't let the west side
Ride the night (ha ha)
Bad Boys murdered on Wax and kill
fuck with me
And get your caps peeled
You know, See

[Chorus]

Grab your glocks when you see 2pac
Call the cops when you see 2pac, Uhh
Who shot me,
But, your punks didn't finish
Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
nigga, I hit 'em up

Check this out
You mutha-fuckas know what time it is
I don't know why I'm even on this track
Y'all niggas ain't even on my level
I'm going to let my little homies
Ride on yah
bitch made ass Bad Boys bitches
{ahh yo, yo, hold the fuck up}

Get out the way yo
Get out the way yo
Biggie Smalls just got dropped
Little move pa*s the mac
And let me hit 'em in his back
Frank White needs to get spanked right
For setting up traps
Little accident murderers
And I ain't never heard of yah
Poise less gats attack when I'm serving yah
Spank the shank
Your whole style when I gank
Guard your rank
Cause I'm a slam your ass in a pang
Puffy weaker than a fuckin' block
I'm running through nigga
And I'm smoking Junior Mafia
In front of yah nigga
With the ready power
Tucked in my Guess
Under my Eddie Bower
Your clout petty sour
I push packages ever hour
I hit 'em up

[Chorus]

Grab your glocks when you see 2pac
Call the cops when you see 2pac, Uhh
Who shot me,
But, your punks didn't finish
Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
nigga, We hit 'em up

Peep how we do it
Keep it real
Its penitentiary steel
This ain't no freestyle battle
All you niggas getting killed
With your mouths open
Tryin' to come up off of me
You and the clouds hoping
Smoking dope
It's like a Shermine
niggas think they learned to fly
But they burn mutha-fucka you deserve to die
Talking about you Getting Money
But its funny to me
All you niggas living bummy
While you fucking with me?
I'm a self made Millionaire
Thug livin', out of prison
Pistols in the Air {Air} (Ha Ha)
Biggie remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch
And beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house
Now its all about versace
You copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me
I took it and smiled
Now I'm back to set the record straight
With my A-K
I'm still the thug that you love to hate
Mutha-fucka I'll Hit 'Em Up

I'm from N E W Jers.
Where plenty of murder occurs
No points to come
We bring drama to all you herds
Now go check the scenerio
Little Ceas'
I'll bring you fake G's to yah knees
Copin' pleas with these
Little Kim is yah
Coked up or doped up
Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up
What the fuck?
Is you stupid?
I take money,
crash and mash through Brooklyn
With my click looting, shooting, and polluting your block
With fifteen shot,
Cocked glock to your knot
Outlaw Mafia click moving up another notch
And your Pop stars popped and get dropped and mopped
And all your fake ass east coast props
Brainstormed and locked

You'se a beat biter
Pac style taker
I'll tell you to face, you ain't nothing shit but a faker
So fill the Alize with a chaser
'bout to get murdered for the paper
E.d.i I mean post the scene of the caper
Like a loc, with little Ceas' in a choke (uhh)
Toting smoke, we ain't no mutha-fuckin' joke
Thug Life, niggas better be known
Be approaching
In the wide open, gun smoking
No need for hoping
It's a battle lost
I gottem crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off
nigga, I hit 'em up

Now you tell me who won
I see them, they run (ha ha)
They don't wanna see us
Whole Junior Mafia click
Dressing up to be us
How the fuck they gonna be the Mob?
When we always on out job
We millionaire's
Killing ain't fair
But somebody got to do it

Oh yah Mobb Deep (uhh)
You wanna fuck with us
You Little young ass mutha-fuckas
Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something
You fucking with me, nigga ?
You fuck around and catch a seizure or a heart-attack
You better back the fuck up
Before you get smacked the fuck up
This is how we do it on our side
Any of you niggas from New York that want to bring it,
Bring it.
But we ain't singing,
We bringing drama
fuck you and your mother fucking mama.
We gonna kill all you mother fuckers.
Now when I came out, I told you it was just about biggie.
Then everybody had to open their mouth with a mother fuckin opinion
Well this is how we gon' do this:
fuck Mobb Deep,
fuck Biggie,
fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label, and as a mother fuckin crew.
And if you want to be down with Bad Boy,
Then fuck you too.
Chino XL, fuck you too.
All you mother fuckers,
fuck you too.
(take money, take money)
All of y'all mother fuckers,
fuck you, die slow mother fucker.
My fo' fo' (.44 magnum) make sure all yo' kids don't grow.
You mother fuckers can't be us or see us.
We mother fuckin' Thug Life riders.
West Side till' we die.
Out here in California, nigga
We warned ya'
We'll bomb on you mother fuckers.
We do our job.
You think you the mob, nigga, we the mother fuckin' mob
Ain't nuttin' but killers
And the real niggas, all you mother fuckers feel us.
Our shit goes triple and four quadruple
You niggas laugh cuz our staff got guns under they mother fuckin' belts
You know how it is and we drop records they felt
You niggas can't feel it
We the realist
fuck 'em.
We Bad Boy killas.

YouTube - Hit Em Up (Uncensored)

Paz

El Ninja · 29-ene-2007, 02:21

Gracias por las liricas tio,asi podre segiur la letras de las canciones y ver como es,pues estas canciones las tengo y estan guapas.La mas brutal,Hit em up :-)

2pacShakur · 29-ene-2007, 07:34

De nada, dentro de poco pondre mas de los clásicos del hip hop

bLaCkShadOw · 29-ene-2007, 10:08

Estooo...... aver, hay un post oficial de 2pac, si quieres buscalo en el buscador.. intenta borrar de aqui estas canciones y ponerlas en aquel topyc, esque si por ejemplo a mi y a fabel nos da tambien por poner las canciones que nos gusten este post estaria todo petado..

Intenta editar los mensajes y ponerlos en el otro post

Gracias!!

2pacShakur · 30-ene-2007, 01:47

No veo que hay de malo, no solo voy a poner de 2Pac, también de otros clasicos del Hip Hop, no solo americano si no de canciones guapas que todos hemos escuchado alguna vez, al menos si te consideras fan de Hip Hop, con sus liricas y respectivo video en Youtube.
Me parece una buena iniciativa colega no se que le ves de malo men, y si tu quioeres poner liricas también adelante, no te cortes.

2pacShakur · 30-ene-2007, 01:56

Bueno esta canción es simplemente genuina, son los NWA, Niggas With Attitud, negros con actitud, panda de raperos que practicamente invento el Rap Gangsta, con raperos de la talla de Dr Dre, Ice Cube, MC Ren o el legendario Eazy-E, esta canción no solo es una protesta de NWA hacia la policia, si no el quejido de barrios como Compton, Inglewood, en los cuales la brutalidad policial está al orden del día:

Canción: Fuck Tha Police
Artista: NWA (Mc Ren, Dr Dre, Ice Cube, Eazy-E)
Discografia: Ruthless Records

Right about now, nwa court is in full effect.
Judge dre presiding in the case of nwa versus the police department.
Prosecuting attourneys are mc ren, ice cube, and eazy muthafuckin e.
Order, order, order. ice cube, take the muthafuckin stand.
Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth
And nothin but the truth so help your black ass?
<youre goddamn right!>
Why dont you tell everybody what the fuck you gotta say?

[Ice Cube]
Fuck tha police
Comin straight from the underground
Young nigga got it bad cuz Im brown
And not the other color so police think
They have the authority to kill a minority

Fuck that shit, cuz I aint tha one
For a punk muthafucka with a badge and a gun
To be beatin on, and throwin in jail
We could go toe to toe in the middle of a cell

Fuckin with me cuz Im a teenager
With a little bit of gold and a pager
Searchin my car, lookin for the product
Thinkin every nigga is sellin narcotics

Youd rather see me in the pen
Then me and lorenzo rollin in the benzo
Beat tha police outta shape
And when Im finished, bring the yellow tape
To tape off the scene of the slaughter
Still cant swallow bread and water

I dont know if they fags or what
Search a nigga down and grabbin his nuts
And on the other hand, without a gun they cant get none
But dont let it be a black and a white one
Cuz they slam ya down to the street top
Black police showin out for the white cop

Ice cube will swarm
On any muthafucka in a blue uniform
Just cuz Im from the cpt, punk police are afraid of me
A young nigga on a warpath
And when Im finished, its gonna be a bloodbath
Of cops, dyin in la
Yo dre, I got somethin to say

Fuck the police (4x)

<example of scene one:
<pull your goddamn ass over right now.>
<ah shit, what the fuck you pullin me over for? >
<cuz I feel like it. just sit your ass on the curb and shut the fuck up.>
<man, fuck this shit.>
<alright smartass, Im takin your black ass to jail.>
M. c. ren, will you please give your testimony to the jury about this fucked up incident.>

[MC Ren]
Fuck tha police and ren said it with authority
Because the niggaz on the street is a majority.
A gang, is with whoever Im stepping
And the motherfuckin weapon
Is kept in a stash box, for the so-called law
Wishin ren was a nigga that they never saw

Lights start flashin behind me
But theyre scared of a nigga so they mace me to blind me
But that shit dont work, I just laugh
Because it gives em a hint not to step in my path

To the police Im sayin fuck you punk
Readin my rights and shit, its all junk
Pullin out a silly club, so you stand
With a fake assed badge and a gun in your hand

But take off the gun so you can see whats up
And well go at it punk, ima fuck you up

Make ya think Im a kick your ass
But drop your gat, and rens gonna blast
Im sneaky as fuck when it comes to crime
But Im a smoke em now, and not next time

Smoke any muthafucka that sweats me
Or any assho that threatens me
Im a sniper with a hell of a scope
Takin out a cop or two, they cant cope with me

The muthafuckin villian thats mad
With potential to get bad as fuck
So Im a turn it around
Put in my clip, yo, and this is the sound
Ya, somethin like that, but it all depends on the size of the gat

Takin out a police would make my day
But a nigga like ren dont give a fuck to say

Fuck the police (4x)

<yo, man, what you need?
Police, open now. we have a warrant for eazy-es arrest.
Get down and put your hands up where I can see em.
Just shut the fuck up and get your muthafuckin ass on the floor.
[huh? ]>

<yo eazy-e, why dont you step up to the stand
And tell the jury how you feel abou this bullshit.>

[Eazy-E]
Im tired of the muthafuckin jackin
Sweatin my gang while Im chillin in the shackin
Shining tha light in my face, and for what
Maybe its because I kick so much butt

I kick ass, or maybe cuz I blast
On a stupid assed nigga when Im playin with the trigga
Of any uzi or an ak
Cuz the police always got somethin stupid to say

They put up my picture with silence
Cuz my identity by itself causes violence
The e with the criminal behavior
Yeah, Im a gansta, but still I got flavor

Without a gun and a badge, what do ya got?
A sucka in a uniform waitin to get shot,
By me, or another nigga.
And with a gat it dont matter if hes smarter or bigger
[mc ren: sidle him, kid, hes from the old school, fool]

And as you all know, es here to rule
Whenever Im rollin, keep lookin in the mirror
And theres no cue, yo, so I can hear a
Dumb muthafucka with a gun

And if Im rollin off the 8, hell be tha one
That I take out, and then get away
And while Im drivin off laughin
This is what Ill say

Fuck the police (4x)

<the verdict.
The jury has found you guilty of bein a redneck,
Whitebread, chickenshit muthafucka.
Wait, thats a lie. thats a goddamn lie.
I want justice! I want justice!
Fuck you, you black muthafucka!>

Fuck the police (3x)

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2pacShakur · 30-ene-2007, 02:00

Genial canción d euno de los MC que rediseño el Funky hacia el Hip Hop, Big Daddy Kane, uno de los mejores antiguos raperos del Este, probablemente concozcais está canción porque sale en San Andreas:

Canción: Warm It Up Kane
Artista: Big Daddy Kane
Discográfica: Ni puta idea XD

Come, get some, you little bum
I take the cake but you can't get a crumb
from the poetic, authentic, superior
Ultimate - and all that good shit
I'm the original, Asiatic, acrobatic
There you have it, now get dramatic
Creatin drama when I'm on the scene
And I pack em in mean, like Bruce Springsteen
I profile a style that's mild and meanwhile
put on trial a rap pile to exile
Make you tumble and stumble, in a rumble just CRUMBLE
And I'm still calm and humble
You need another helpin hand to swing on
I stand alone, but still you gotta bring on
your Batman and Robin, Cagney and Lacey
Starsky and Hutch, but they still can't face me
And if may make this one thing here clear
that's for you not to come near, PERIOD
So I ain't buggin or delirious
My swift tongue's like a sword, that's how severe it is
And I can slice and dice a Fisher Price MC
that thought he was nice into Minute Rice
Single-handed, I ain't with that band stuff
Cause Cee'll scratch a record like flakes of dandruff
And the mic I ravage, not like a savage
but in my own way of doin damage
As I design the genuine line
Now who flattop rules in eighty-nine?

Warm it up, Kane (16X)

Take two other men with soul that you probably know
Deadly as Scarface, but bright as the Cosby show
Don't attack rappers, but make everyone hush
They step to me, but can't stop the bumrush
I make material, rich and imperial
The unique technique I speak is all original
You like to sag and drag and gag
Same old same old, but Poppa's Got a Brand New Bag
So put the mic down boy, you can't work it
Due to wack lyrics, it's bout to short circuit
So toss the sauce across to the boss, no remorse
You lost, with force, of course, a holocaust
First I caught ya, then put ya through torture
You moved wrong my son, so I taught ya
Just like a guardian, that put your body in
the mood to groove with the smoove way that I'm partyin
Competition may find it spectacular
Scheme and fiend to take a bite like Dracula
and waste the taste, cause ain't no sugar here
So come near if you dare, you BOOGA BEAR
You start hallucinatin like Magic
The wrath gets tragic, but Kane won't have it
Cause you tried to juice me when you're bluffin
Slowed the pace, so I had to start rushin
So pick a VC date, cause you're history
Here comes Kane Scoob Scrap Jay and Mister Cee
And this is one thing to us we ain't new to
The crew'll cast a spell on the crowd just like voodoo
I'm the man you can't hold back
and all competition appears to be weak
I meant to say wack, a vision of blur
Just them thinkin I'm competitin, I say, "Huh!"

Warm it up, Kane (16X)

Genuine for eighty-nine, you know what I'm sayin?
As I give a shout out to my man Tony A
Tony P, Sally Sal and the whole Libra Digital posse
Can't forget my man Yawnski
and Smooth the Barber, you know what I'm sayin?
Also, I gotta say whassup to Born True, B-Boy,
and my man big Jay Cee
The whole rest of the crew, Scoob Lover my brother
Scrap Lover, and DJ Mister Cee
Can't forget Supreme, Abu, MelQuan and Shabazz
Wally D, and the rest of the brothers
and of course my little brother the Little Daddy Shane
Manditory end of the story, you know what I'm sayin?
Peace!

2pacShakur · 30-ene-2007, 02:04

Este hombre simplemente es mi idolo, me encnata y quiero ser como el de mayor,es el gran Will Smith con su adorable esposa Jada Pinkett Smith, gran amiga de Tupac por cierto, una d esus mejores canciones de hip hop, 1000 Kisses.

Canción: 1000 Kisses (One thousand Kisses)
Artista: Will Smith ft Jada Pinkett

[Will]
Uh
Ha ha
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Uh
Ha ha
Yo yo
Uh
Whoo
A one two a one two

[Will]
I-I-I-I woke up this morning
Looked at ya picture
Think about when I'm a get wit'cha
Hit ya on the two-way simply to say I gotta see you today
They say love is a gamble and if so, I'm the Bilagio I can't lose
And I guess that make you the mirage
Wait you more exotic than that you like the Taj Mahal momma
You a treasure to me life with you is a plesure to me
And I'm a make sure no man ever measure to me
Like Run and D you and me are together forever
I got an interview to do (whoo)
Then to the plane, that too (whoo)
Uh wear that black dress boo (whoo)
Then close your eyes and open your heart and I'm a give you

All my love
A thousand kisses from you is never to much
All my love
Never too much never too much never too much
Uh huh uh huh
And I just don't wanna stop
Never too much mever too much

[Jada]
Woke up this morning to invite and couldn't wait to write you
I hit you back then kissed three little kids that look just like you
Love is magic can't explain and sometimes it just happens
Saw your picture you're so silly boy you keep me laughing
I've got a photo shoot can't concentrate my mind is roamin'
Because it's 4 o'clock and at 5:15 you are comin' home and
You know my heart you know my thoughts so ruffneck yet you're tender
The only person ever locked up safe was to surrender

All my love (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
A thousand kisses from you is never to much
All my love
Never too much never too much never too much
Uh huh uh huh
Cause I just don't wanna stop
Never too much mever too much

[Will]
The way you walk wanna make me say (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
[Jada]
The way you love me make me wanna say (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
[Will]
Girl the way you look wanna make me say (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
[Jada]
Just so you all wanna make me say (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
[Will]
Yo yo me and more it's like a Picasso painted your ora
It's like Beehtoven composed your vocal tones
Wrote band inspired hand sculpted you the desire of man (uh)
Michel Angelo grieves inside you
Seeds of my wildest dreams fertilized in your eyes
Your compationate and your passion is how you ration it
That makes me swear you was trained how to take me there
Rarely I seen faith be fared
We got a stroke of grace
Remember you was countin me out?
It's crazy we had times of doubt right?
And since the dawn of time written history
Better men better poet than me
Have tried to set verse to the love they knew
Dead to words judge what I do when I give you

A thousand kisses from you is never to much
All my love
Never too much never too much never too much
Uh huh uh huh
And I just don't wanna stop
Never too much mever too much

Big Will
Lil' Jaden
Ha ha
2002
Tra-Knox
What?
All my love
Everything I got baby

[Jaden:] Mommy I love you
[Jada:] Aww I love you sweetie
[Jaden:] I love you too. All the way to the moon
[Jada:] I love you to the moon
[Jaden:] Huh?

YouTube - Will Smith and Jada Pinkett Smith - 1000 Kisses

Paz

2pacShakur · 30-ene-2007, 02:10

Genial canción del siempre genial Dr Dre y Snoop Doggy Dog, por cuando aun no eran los jefazos que son ahora, recien salido de NWA, ataca a Eazy-E con esta canción, a la que Eazy respondio con Real Compton City Gs, que la teneis arriba.

Canción: Fuck wit Dre day/ Fucking with dre Day
Artista: Dr Dre ft Snoop Doggy Dogg
Discografica: Death Row Records

[Intro: Dr. Dre]

Ha, yeah, hell yeah, ha knowhatI'msayin
(Sssss)

[Verse One: Dr. Dre]

Yeah, Mista Busta, where the fuck ya at?
Can't scrap a lick, so I know ya got your gat
Your dick on hard, from fuckin your road dogs
The hood you threw up with, niggaz you grew up with
Don't even respect your ass
That's why it's time for the doctor, to check your ass, nigga
Used to be my homey, used to be my ace
Now I wanna slap the taste out yo mouth
Nigga bow down to the row
Fuckin me, now I'm fuckin you, little hoe
Oh, don't think I forgot, let you slide
Let me ride, just another homicide
Yeah it's me so I'ma talk on
Stompin on the 'Eazy'est streets that you can walk on
So strap on your Compton hat, your locs
And watch your back cause you might get smoked, loc
And pass the bud, and stay low-key
B.G. cause you lost all your homey's love
Now call it what you want to
You fucked wit me, now it's a must that I fuck wit you

[Interlude: Dr. Dre]

Yeah, that's what the fuck I'm talkin about
We have your motherfuckin record company surrounded
Put down the candy and let the little boy go
You knowhatI'msayin, punk motherfucker
(We want Eazy, we want Eazy)

[Verse Two: Snoop Doggy Dogg]

Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Doggy Dogg's in the motherfuckin house
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Death Row's in the motherfuckin house
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
The sounds of a dog brings me to another day
Play with my bone, would ya Timmy
It seems like you're good for makin jokes about your jimmy
But here's a jimmy joke about your mama that you might not like
I heard she was the 'Frisco dyke
But fuck your mama, I'm talkin about you and me
Toe to toe, Tim M-U-T
Your bark was loud, but your bite wasn't vicious
And them rhymes you were kickin were quite bootylicious
You get with Doggy Dogg oh is he crazy?
With ya mama and your daddy hollin' Bay-Bee
So won't they let you know
That if you fuck with Dre nigga you're fuckin wit Death Row
And I ain't even slangin them thangs
I'm hollin' one-eight-seven with my dick in yo mouth, beeyatch

[Interlude: RBX]

Yeah nigga, Compton and Long Beach together on this motherfucker
So you wanna pop that shit get yo motherfuckin cranium cracked nigga
Step on up. Now, we ain't no motherfuckin joke so remember the name
Mighty, mighty D-R. Yeahhh, MOTHERFUCKER!

[Verse Three: Dr.Dre and Snoop Doggy Dogg]

Now understand this my nigga Dre can't be touched
Luke's bendin over, so Luke's gettin fucked, busta
Musta, thought I was sleazy
Or though I was a mark cause I used to hang with Eazy
Animosity, made ya speak but ya spoke
Ay yo Dre, whattup, check this nigga off loc
If it ain't another ho that I gots ta fuck with
Gap teeth in ya mouth so my dick's gots to fit
With my nuts on ya tonsils
While ya on stage rappin at your wack-ass concerts
And I'ma snatch your ass from the backside
To show you how Death Row pull off that who-ride
Now you might not understand me
Cause I'ma rob you in Compton and blast you in Miami
Then we gon creep to South Central
On a Street Knowledge mission, as I steps in the temple
Spot him, got him, as I pulls out my strap
Got my chrome to the side of his White Sox hat
You tryin to check my homey, you better check yo self
Cause when you diss Dre you diss yourself, MOTHERFUCKER
Yeah nigga...

[Outro: Snoop Doggy Dogg]

Yeah, nine-deuce
Dr. Dre, dropin chronic once again
It don't stop, Punishing punk motherfuckers real quick like
Compton style nigga,
Doggy Dogg in the motherfuckin house, yeah
Long Beach in the motherfuckin house, yeah
Yeah, straight up, really doe
Breakin all you suckaz off somethin real proper like
YouknowhatI'msayin?
All these sucka ass niggaz can eat a fat dick
Yeah, Eazy-E Eazy-E Eazy-E can eat a big fat dick
Tim Dog can eat a big fat dick
Luke, can eat a fat dick, yeah...

YouTube - Dr. Dre, Snoop Dogg - Fuck Wit Dre Day

(Una cosa, la canción puede variar de la versión de video a la de canción)

bLaCkShadOw · 30-ene-2007, 07:35

Aver tio imaginate que cada uno de nosotros se pone a hacer copy/paste de canciones como tu haces... este foro ya no seria de hiphop, sino de letras de hiphop.. esta bien que pongas una, pero no 7 como has puesto..

Edita tus mensajes o me vere obligado a avisar a un moderador.

Gracias.

fabel · 30-ene-2007, 07:37

La verdad esque Blackshadow tiene razon,que no te digo que sean malas ni nada de eso y que has hecho una buena aportacion pero esto me parece que aqui sobra.........abre un nuevo tema que lo veo mas acertaddo que llenar este foro de letras de canciones.

bLaCkShadOw · 30-ene-2007, 07:40

Por eso... es que al final es topyc esta lleno de canciones que le gustan a cada usuario. La verdad es que alguna de las que has puesto esta bien, pero imaginate que pasaria si yo me pongo a meteros aqui las 50 canciones que mas me molan de flow...

Create un nuevo topyc para eso o borra los mensajes.

Gracias!