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Nas - Nas is like
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| 1 | Nas - Nas is like | 378 lectures | ||||
| 2 | 50Cent | 162 lectures |
- Titre : 50Cent
- Année : 2007
Paroles :
(Intro)
Hahahaha...Yeah...
When I'm Out In NY
Boys, Blunts And Phillies...
When I'm Out In LA
Boys, Wraps And Swishes...
(2x)
Now Blood Walk To This
Now Crip Walk To This
Now Throw It Up, Raise It Up For This Gangsta Shit.
(Verse 1)
I'm In My Lambo Magget, My Fo-Fo Faggot
Doors Lift Up I'm Like Go-Go Gadget
See The Shit I Got On, Homie I'd Hate Too
My Teflon On, Boy My Goverment Issue
I Hit Your Vertebra, Bullets Rip Thru Tissue
Your Wife On The Futon Huggin' A Shih Tzu.
Homie Your A Bitch, U Got Feminine Ways
Heard U Got Four Lips, And Bleed For Seven Days
I Got Four Fifths, And Bananas On the K's
And Got More Whips, Than A Runaway Slave
Me And Yayo Go Back, Like Some High Top Fades
When I Made 50 Mill, Em Got Payd
When I Made 60 Mill, Dre Got Payd
When I Made 80 Mill, Jimmy Got Payd
I Aint Even Got To Rap, Now Life Is Made
I Said I Aint Eeven Got to Rap, I'm Filthy Mayne...
(Hook 4x)
(50 Cent) I'm Laughing Straight To The Bank Wit This
(Yayo) Ha-Ha-Hahaha-Ha, Ha-Ha-Hahaha-Ha
(Verse 2)
I Keep Nothin' But Hundred Dollar Bills In The Bank Roll
I Got The Kind Of Money That The Bank Can't Hold
Gottem Of The Street Moving Bunduce And Olds
Seven Three Caprice Old School When I Roll
Freeze Pass Wit The Heat Pass Fuck The Toll
No More Platinum, I'm Wearing Gold
I'm Internationally Known As The Kid Wit The Flow
That Brings Enough Dough, It's Never Enough Dough
Shit I Need More, New Shit Out The Store
Baby Blue Is Old, Fresh Of The Floor
Stash Box By The Dash Box In Case They Want War
Make The Purple Bring The Green Then Fuck The Law
I'm Oh So Raw, I'm Hot I'm Sure
I'm Like The Coolest Mothafucker Around The Globe Boy
I Set The Club On Fire, I Told Ya
I'm The General Salute Me Soldier
(Hook 4x)
(50 Cent) I'm Laughing Straight To The Bank Wit This
(Yayo) Ha-Ha-Hahaha-Ha, Ha-Ha-Hahaha-Ha
(Outro)
Now Work It Out Now,
Shorty Work It Out
I Wanna See U Brake It Down
Now Back It Up Now
U Know What I'm About
It's Like A Bank Job, I'm In And I'm Out
Now Work It Out Now,
Work It Out, Work It Out
Now Work It Out Now
Work It Out, Work It Out
Hahahaha...Yeah...
When I'm Out In NY
Boys, Blunts And Phillies...
When I'm Out In LA
Boys, Wraps And Swishes...
(2x)
Now Blood Walk To This
Now Crip Walk To This
Now Throw It Up, Raise It Up For This Gangsta Shit.
(Verse 1)
I'm In My Lambo Magget, My Fo-Fo Faggot
Doors Lift Up I'm Like Go-Go Gadget
See The Shit I Got On, Homie I'd Hate Too
My Teflon On, Boy My Goverment Issue
I Hit Your Vertebra, Bullets Rip Thru Tissue
Your Wife On The Futon Huggin' A Shih Tzu.
Homie Your A Bitch, U Got Feminine Ways
Heard U Got Four Lips, And Bleed For Seven Days
I Got Four Fifths, And Bananas On the K's
And Got More Whips, Than A Runaway Slave
Me And Yayo Go Back, Like Some High Top Fades
When I Made 50 Mill, Em Got Payd
When I Made 60 Mill, Dre Got Payd
When I Made 80 Mill, Jimmy Got Payd
I Aint Even Got To Rap, Now Life Is Made
I Said I Aint Eeven Got to Rap, I'm Filthy Mayne...
(Hook 4x)
(50 Cent) I'm Laughing Straight To The Bank Wit This
(Yayo) Ha-Ha-Hahaha-Ha, Ha-Ha-Hahaha-Ha
(Verse 2)
I Keep Nothin' But Hundred Dollar Bills In The Bank Roll
I Got The Kind Of Money That The Bank Can't Hold
Gottem Of The Street Moving Bunduce And Olds
Seven Three Caprice Old School When I Roll
Freeze Pass Wit The Heat Pass Fuck The Toll
No More Platinum, I'm Wearing Gold
I'm Internationally Known As The Kid Wit The Flow
That Brings Enough Dough, It's Never Enough Dough
Shit I Need More, New Shit Out The Store
Baby Blue Is Old, Fresh Of The Floor
Stash Box By The Dash Box In Case They Want War
Make The Purple Bring The Green Then Fuck The Law
I'm Oh So Raw, I'm Hot I'm Sure
I'm Like The Coolest Mothafucker Around The Globe Boy
I Set The Club On Fire, I Told Ya
I'm The General Salute Me Soldier
(Hook 4x)
(50 Cent) I'm Laughing Straight To The Bank Wit This
(Yayo) Ha-Ha-Hahaha-Ha, Ha-Ha-Hahaha-Ha
(Outro)
Now Work It Out Now,
Shorty Work It Out
I Wanna See U Brake It Down
Now Back It Up Now
U Know What I'm About
It's Like A Bank Job, I'm In And I'm Out
Now Work It Out Now,
Work It Out, Work It Out
Now Work It Out Now
Work It Out, Work It Out
- Titre : Nas - Nas is like
- Album : I am...
- Année : 2007
Paroles :
__________________________
"Nas is . . ." - [Nas (7x)]
[Nas]
Freedom or jail, clips inserted, a baby's bein born
Same time my man is murdered, the beginning and end
As far as rap go, it's only natural, I explain
My plateau, and also, what defines my name
First it was Nasty, but times have changed
Ask me now, I'm the artist, but hardcore, my science for pain
I spent time in the game, kept my mind on fame
Saw fiends shoot up, and do lines of cocaine
Saw my close friends shot, flatline am I sane?
That depends, carry Mac-10's to practice my aim
On rooftops, tape cd covers to trees
Line the barrel up with your weak picture then squeeze
Street scriptures for lost souls, in the crossroads
To the corner thugs hustlin for cars that cost dough
To the big dogs livin large, takin it light
Pushin big toys, gettin nice, enjoyin your life
is what you make it, suicide, few try to take it
Belt tied around they neck in jail cells naked
Heaven and hell, rap legend, presence is felt
And of course N - A - S are the letters that spell . . .
NAS, NAS
[Chorus: scratching by DJ Premier (2X)]
"Nas is like life or death.. I'm a rebel.. "
"My poetry's deep, I never fell.."
"Nas is like.. half man half amazing.."
"No doubt.."
[Nas]
"Nas is like.." Earth Wind & Fire, rims and tires
Bulletproof glass, inside is the realest driver
Planets in orbit, line em up with the stars
Tarot cards, you can see the pharaoh Nas
"Nas is like.." Iron Mike, messiah type
Before the Christ, after the death
The last one left, let my cash invest in stock
Came a along way from blastin, techs on blocks
Went from Seiko to Rolex, ownin acres
From the projects with no chips, to large cake dough
Dimes, givin fellatio, siete zeros
Bet my nine spit for the pesos
But what's it all worth, can't take it when you under this Earth
Rich men died and tried, but none of it worked
They just rob your grave, I'd rather be alive and paid
Before my number's called, history's made
Some'll fall, but I rise, thug or die
Makin choices, that determine my future under the sky
To rob steal or kill, I'm wondering why
It's a dirty game, is any man worthy of fame?
Much to success to ya, even if you wish me the opposite
Sooner or later we'll all see who the prophet is
[Chorus]
[Nas]
"Nas is like.." Sex to a nympho, but nothin sweet
I'm like beef, bustin heat through your windows
I'm like a street sweeper, greenleaf reaper
Like Greeks in Egypt, learnin somethin deep from they teachers
I'm like crime, like your nine, your man you would die for
Always got you, I'm like Pop Duke you would cry for
I'm like a whole lot of loot, I'm like crisp money
Corporate accounts from a rich company
I'm like ecstasy for ladies, I'm like all races
combined in one man; like the '99 summer jam
Bulletproof Hummer man
I'm like being locked down around new faces, and none of em fam'
I'm the feelin of a millionaire spendin a hundred grand
I'm a poor man's dream, a thug poet
Live it, and I write down and I watch it blow up
Y'all know what I'm like, y'all play it your system every night
Now..
[Chorus]
[Nas]
Freedom or jail, clips inserted, a baby's bein born
Same time my man is murdered, the beginning and end
As far as rap go, it's only natural, I explain
My plateau, and also, what defines my name
First it was Nasty, but times have changed
Ask me now, I'm the artist, but hardcore, my science for pain
I spent time in the game, kept my mind on fame
Saw fiends shoot up, and do lines of cocaine
Saw my close friends shot, flatline am I sane?
That depends, carry Mac-10's to practice my aim
On rooftops, tape cd covers to trees
Line the barrel up with your weak picture then squeeze
Street scriptures for lost souls, in the crossroads
To the corner thugs hustlin for cars that cost dough
To the big dogs livin large, takin it light
Pushin big toys, gettin nice, enjoyin your life
is what you make it, suicide, few try to take it
Belt tied around they neck in jail cells naked
Heaven and hell, rap legend, presence is felt
And of course N - A - S are the letters that spell . . .
NAS, NAS
[Chorus: scratching by DJ Premier (2X)]
"Nas is like life or death.. I'm a rebel.. "
"My poetry's deep, I never fell.."
"Nas is like.. half man half amazing.."
"No doubt.."
[Nas]
"Nas is like.." Earth Wind & Fire, rims and tires
Bulletproof glass, inside is the realest driver
Planets in orbit, line em up with the stars
Tarot cards, you can see the pharaoh Nas
"Nas is like.." Iron Mike, messiah type
Before the Christ, after the death
The last one left, let my cash invest in stock
Came a along way from blastin, techs on blocks
Went from Seiko to Rolex, ownin acres
From the projects with no chips, to large cake dough
Dimes, givin fellatio, siete zeros
Bet my nine spit for the pesos
But what's it all worth, can't take it when you under this Earth
Rich men died and tried, but none of it worked
They just rob your grave, I'd rather be alive and paid
Before my number's called, history's made
Some'll fall, but I rise, thug or die
Makin choices, that determine my future under the sky
To rob steal or kill, I'm wondering why
It's a dirty game, is any man worthy of fame?
Much to success to ya, even if you wish me the opposite
Sooner or later we'll all see who the prophet is
[Chorus]
[Nas]
"Nas is like.." Sex to a nympho, but nothin sweet
I'm like beef, bustin heat through your windows
I'm like a street sweeper, greenleaf reaper
Like Greeks in Egypt, learnin somethin deep from they teachers
I'm like crime, like your nine, your man you would die for
Always got you, I'm like Pop Duke you would cry for
I'm like a whole lot of loot, I'm like crisp money
Corporate accounts from a rich company
I'm like ecstasy for ladies, I'm like all races
combined in one man; like the '99 summer jam
Bulletproof Hummer man
I'm like being locked down around new faces, and none of em fam'
I'm the feelin of a millionaire spendin a hundred grand
I'm a poor man's dream, a thug poet
Live it, and I write down and I watch it blow up
Y'all know what I'm like, y'all play it your system every night
Now..
[Chorus]
__________________________
la moto, la musique, la vie, tout sa sa fait un putin de SkyBLOG !
Moteur :
750 cm3, 4 temps, 4 cylindres en ligne, alésage 70 mm x course 48,7 mm, refroidi par eau, 2 ACT et 16 soup./cyl., injection électronique, 6 vitesses, démarreur électrique, transmission par chaîne.
Version libre : puissance 150 ch. (110,3 kW) à 13 200 tr/min, couple 8,6 daN.m à 11 200 tr/min
Version française : puissance 106 ch. à 12 500 tr/min, couple 7,3 daN.m à 9 500 tr/min
Partie cycle :
cadre périmétrique alu, fourche hydraulique inv. diam. 41 mm et mono-amortisseur entièrement réglables (avec compression rapide et lente pour l'AR), freins AV 2 disques diam. 310 mm / étriers radiaux 4 pistons - AR 1 disque diam. 220 mm / étrier 2 pistons, pneus AV 120/70 x17 - AR 180/55 x 17
Gabarit :
empattement 1 390 mm, chasse 97 mm / angle 23,8 °, hauteur de selle 810 mm, réservoir 16,5 litres (réserve 3,5 l.), poids à sec 163 kg
Que DUUU bonheur de lire sa pour ceux qui si connaissent ! :P
750 cm3, 4 temps, 4 cylindres en ligne, alésage 70 mm x course 48,7 mm, refroidi par eau, 2 ACT et 16 soup./cyl., injection électronique, 6 vitesses, démarreur électrique, transmission par chaîne.
Version libre : puissance 150 ch. (110,3 kW) à 13 200 tr/min, couple 8,6 daN.m à 11 200 tr/min
Version française : puissance 106 ch. à 12 500 tr/min, couple 7,3 daN.m à 9 500 tr/min
Partie cycle :
cadre périmétrique alu, fourche hydraulique inv. diam. 41 mm et mono-amortisseur entièrement réglables (avec compression rapide et lente pour l'AR), freins AV 2 disques diam. 310 mm / étriers radiaux 4 pistons - AR 1 disque diam. 220 mm / étrier 2 pistons, pneus AV 120/70 x17 - AR 180/55 x 17
Gabarit :
empattement 1 390 mm, chasse 97 mm / angle 23,8 °, hauteur de selle 810 mm, réservoir 16,5 litres (réserve 3,5 l.), poids à sec 163 kg
Que DUUU bonheur de lire sa pour ceux qui si connaissent ! :P