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Dj Khaled – Good Man Lyrics

‘Cause I know when I look in the mirror, I know what I see
You peasants don’t deserve my presence
You portraying other individuals
Me, I’m just weighing my residuals
From where success is the bare minimal
You a rapper, I’m a criminal
I had money before they found y’all
That’s why I feel funny around y’all
Lord, bless those praying for my downfall
If I get too deep, don’t let me drown, y’all
Hearing ’em talking ’bout how to flip a key
Started moving that Daddy Kane and Nicky D
Had the whole YPD sick of me
Don’t sit, if you get tired, just pick a knee
Bet it all or bet it large
Now the coke or the pills or the crack, all these credit cards
I just laughed and I shrug at it
‘Cause the niggas with the money are the drug addicts
Kiss at the Soul Train Awards
The moral is all grace been driven
G wagons are bulletproof
The ones before me got snatched like bullet tooth
Tony nigga, only one left from the drug era
The jewelry weighs more in the drug mirror
Yeah, what you see when you look in the mirror, nigga? Haha
Yeah, I know who the f**k I am
Yuugh, tell me how you fit in
Was you a street nigga when Nas said it’s written
When Reasonable Doubt dropped, how was you living? DJ KHALEDGood Man Lyrics
[Pusha T:]
Yeah
[DJ Khaled:]
We The Best Music
DJ Khaled
[Pusha T:]
Please, Khaled, don’t pair me or compare me
Unless the said party is a rare breed
The stories I hear, they tend to mirror me
At this point now, rap is only therapy
President Push, I’m more Eric B
I ain’t no joke, check out my melody
Felony, felony, felony, that’s al they selling me
But 2 million in large bills is billing me
I was on the wrong side of the law
Like Pac was on the wrong side of the car
Like B.I.G. I was leading up the grinding in my kitchen
Getting work from Detroit like a piston
We was on a mission, stuffer than a Michelin
I could spend a year reminiscing
The length of your career, reminiscing
We can’t occupy the same space
We ain’t even running the same race
When it come to these bitches, it ain’t the same chase
Moynat versus lean, we ain’t the same taste
Therefore, it’s no comparison
To be mentioned with you niggas is embarrassing
I am one Joe blow, you know my narrative
Clear your sinus like Claritin
Push
[Jadakiss:]
When you look in the mirror, what do you see, nigga?

Lucie Silvas – Unbreakable Us Lyrics

LUCIE SILVASUnbreakable Us Lyrics
Just because it rains, just because it aches
Don’t mean a flood’s coming to carry us away
When it hurts the most, just because it’s cold
Don’t mean the summer ain’t gonna come again
This isn’t over yet
This isn’t all we get
Even a road of gold’s bound to get rough
Every stone rolls back
If you’re out of faith, take mine
Whatever it is, it ain’t strong enough
To break Unbreakable Us
Mmm…
You’re not made of stone, and I’m just skin and bones
But we’re like an army together that won’t back down
Everywhere I go, the only thing I know:
We can weather whatever comes around
And this isn’t over yet
And this isn’t all we get
Even a road of gold’s bound to get rough
And every stone rolls back
If you’re out of faith, take mine
Whatever it is, it ain’t strong enough
To break Unbreakable Us
Mmm…
Only me, only you
We must be bulletproof
Only me, only you
This isn’t over yet
And this isn’t all we get
Even a road of gold’s bound to get rough
Oh, every stone rolls back
If you’re out of faith, take mine
Whatever it is, it ain’t strong enough
To break Unbreakable Us
To break Unbreakable Us
Mmm…

Dorian Duta – Turn Around Lyrics

DORIAN DUTATurn Around Lyrics
You were there before I knew
And you also looked after my loved one, too
Life’s been tough on you since then, my dear
Filled you up with so much pain and fear
But there’s a time in life where you just gotta choose
What you wanna do
There are times in life where you might go the wrong way
But don’t you be afraid
You’ll eventually pick yourself up
Then you can go and turn around
You must now forgive yourself
Everything will be just fine
I’m sure you will find your way
So no need to cry
But there’s a time in life where you just gotta choose
What you wanna do
There are times in life where you might go the wrong way
But don’t you be afraid
You’ll eventually pick yourself up
Then you can go and turn around
Your friends laughed with you
Your friends talked with you
But they never really understood you
There’s no one there to help youbut you
There are times in life where you might go the wrong way
But don’t you be afraid
You’ll eventually pick yourself up
Then you can go back, you can go back, you can go back, you can turn around

Jarren Benton – The Break Up (feat. Bingx) (The Mink Coat Killa Lp)

Bitch, I ain’t doing bad, shit, I’m stackin’ new cheddar
I still wanna split the nigga’s wig
Don’t suck a nigga’s dick then go home and kiss the kids
Cause that’d be some real foul shit
I hope all ya teeth fall out ya mouth, bitch
Lord knows, I’m sorry I wasn’t loyal
Ya sister hate me but ya momma still [?]
I pray to god we find happiness
Aye, we deserve it, we carried a lot of baggages
Uh, I hope the kids are just swell
Don’t date no lames that wear sandals and neck shells
Time pass, we enjoyin’ our life
Aye, once upon a time I called you my wife
And now we out
[Chorus: Bingx] (x2)
She been mad ever since Monday
And it’s already Sunday
I mean tomorrow make a week of it
She don’t wanna speak of shit
But you don’t give a fuck about that, though
She don’t give a fuck about that, though
You don’t give a fuck about that, no, no, no
I know I made mistakes, I’m beggin’ you to stay, girl
But you don’t give a fuck about that [Verse 1: Jarren Benton]
We used to love each other now we argue, fuss and fight
Throwing dishes at a nigga, that ain’t fuckin’ right
I’m paranoid, I go to sleep I gotta tuck a knife
Cause she might take my life in the middle of the night
I shouldn’t have cheated, I’m sorry ’bout the side bitches
But I was cursed with a dick, baby, my mind’s twisted
Psych, that’s no excuse for the bullshit
But honestly I didn’t believe that you weren’t doin’ shit
Uh, and now she want me out the house
She tell a nigga "Bounce," she got me sleepin’ on the couch
And my kids like "Damn, the living room is dad’s home"
Dissin’ on that nigga loading his shows, you mad wrong
Damn, ain’t nothing like a broke heart
Threw my exclusive kicks and shit in the front yard
It gets major, four months later
She can’t stand a nigga drawin’ up divorce papers
[Chorus: Bingx]
She been mad ever since Monday
And it’s already Sunday
I mean tomorrow make a week of it
She don’t wanna speak of shit
But you don’t give a fuck about that, though
She don’t give a fuck about that, though
You don’t give a fuck about that, no, no, no
I know I made mistakes, I’m beggin’ you to stay, girl
But you don’t give a fuck about that

[Verse 2: Jarren Benton]
She moving on, now a nigga gettin’ jealous
Ass gettin’ fatter, did it for the new fella
Aye, newsletter, what the fuck can you tell her?

Jarren Benton – Ill Nigga (The Mink Coat Killa Lp)

[Verse 1: Jarren Benton]
Illest nigga breathin’ oxygen
Bitches injectin’ Collagen
And got the nerve to tell me she ain’t swallowin? Bitch please… errggh
Your favorite rapper’s a pipsqueak
Dumb as a sack of bricks, i met the bitch [?]
My kicks be, fly shit
Duck when the [?] speak
Overthrow the government they rulin’ with an iron fist
Heavy concentrated strains created by a scientist
Foot so far up in your ass i need me a podiatrist
Nuttin’ but fire shit, when Dirty Art Club is providin’ it-
[Hook]
We ill nigga…
Huh
Tell yo mama we fuckin’ ill nigga
Nuttin’ but the fire shit, Dirty Art is prividin’ it
We ill nigga…
Tell yo sister fuckin ill nigga.. [Verse #2: Jarren Benton]
Uh, Yeah
Shout out to Asian niggas that don’t like to use chopsticks
So fuckin high feel like i fell out the cockpit
You pussy, hide behind computers and pop shit
Preposterous, your sister got a neck like an ostrich
[To Be Continued]

Jarren Benton – Tears (feat. Big Cheeko) (The Mink Coat Killa Lp)

I live the life that these niggas just wanna rap about
Haters fold like money and keep they hands out
I got niggas locked down tryna stand out
You said you bossed up my nigga whats your plan ’bout
Free all my niggas from them cells when I make it out
Seen a nigga shot dead in my younger years
So when I’m cryin’ on a track, boy, these hunger tears
They sayin’ Biggie is back but now he backpackin’
And if your soul is dead I get it back crackin’
After laughter, comes tears
After laughter, comes tears

[Verse 3: Jarren Benton]
Uh
Niggas kill and tat a tear on his face
And then appear at the wake
And hug his enemy’s mama and didn’t break, damn
I need the rake, the money and tractor
Snakes and the bitches with the fat ass tits and small waists
Baby girl just wanna be a Kardashian, I ain’t mad at them
Lames getting lost in that pussy just like a labyrinth
Girl, that shit hot, she probably burn down the Vatican
Lord Benton in that Benz wagon, looking ravishing, nigga
Cartier frames cover his pain
Bodies on that pistol, serial got scuffed from the paint
Another black death, heard he caught a slug to his brain
After his death, his brother wasn’t the same
Ain’t no love in this game
Cried so much he dried his tear ducts up
Now he want revenge, lurkin’ with the AR tucked
It’s on sight, like Blaow, bout to spray y’all up
Ay why the devil always prey on us? It’s more tears, nigga
After laughter, comes tears
After laughter, comes tears
(After laughter comes tears)
I’ll try to hold back my, my, my tears
But they keep saying
(After laughter comes tears)
After your laughter oh, oh, oh
I’ll try to hide, hide my sorrow
I wonder, can I hold them till tomorrow After laughter, comes tears
After laughter, comes tears
[Verse 1: Jarren Benton]
Uh, Yeah
Shed tears for my niggas that perished
Sippin’ red wine in Paris, get topped on a terrace
Spent a night on the carouse
These bitches flock when you wear it
Faggots knockin’ your marriage
Then go and plot with a sheriff
Rats, blowin’ kush in a Cubano Cigarillo
If the pussy good I let the bitch go buy a few stiletto’s
It’s the god, bon voyage niggas is frauds
You ain’t hard, I’ll pull up, take a shit in your yard
These faggots yappin’ with the captain and Sarge’
The killas pull up with the straps and then they clap at your car
It’s a homicide, likely you traumatized
God bless the kid that really lived that shit that you personify
Started lord’s best work through a sonogram
Murder rappers, the Son of Sam
I put ’em under the sand, ugh
Niggas passing and we pour more beers
Still grieving so we pour more tears
What the fuck? After laughter, comes tears
After laughter, comes tears
[Verse 2: Big Cheeko]
Yo, Yo, uh
Niggas forget to mention when you break em off with digits
Put ’em up in position, get ’em high as a ceilin’
I’mma chase the feelin’
And I won’t let up on these niggas till I count a million
I won’t be specific
See I came from the bottom I ain’t seen enough
Bitches further on my dick when I clean it up
This the mind call me ‘papa’ is you in or what?

Jarren Benton – The One (feat. Demrick) (The Mink Coat Killa Lp)

[Intro
*Sample*
[Verse 1: Jarren Benton]
Yeah, bitches, the king grimy like i’m prince akeem [?]
These niggas talk sideways like they gon’ lynch my team
Bitches throw the pussy thinking they gon’ spend my CREAM. I got money to make, bitch, you better grab you a cab
Salute to stat and i be [?} in my army jacket lining
Grim reaper marking all these corny faggots rhyming, Motherfucker
[Hook: Demrick]
[?]
No mercy for those who wanna see they enemy
Head is the bread it’s the perfect recipe
Count my blessing every night before i sleep
Cause i’m the one
*Scratches* I’m the one
*Scratches* I’m the one
*Scratches* I’m the one
[Verse 2: Jarren Benton]
Ladies, rub your titties if you love hip-hop
I give a bitch the world if she know how to ride a stiff cock
Gucci ski-mask i make the coward run his wristwatch
OG Kush inside the ziplock we ’bout to twist Pac’ Grady baby, poverty make me crazy
Loan and disabilities mama could hardly raise me
My niggas like a chemist in the kitchen
These bitches acting different and they feelings you don’t fuck with Mr.Benton
Expensive mix, puking liquor in the kitchen sink
Gold on my teeth. I make these peasants kiss these feet Everything i drop is fire i don’t miss a beat
I’m out in Cali with my nigga Flick, Twist and Keith
My niggas hustle cuz’ they job is ‘Care for family’ [?]
“I’m with your BM in the Caiman Islands parasailing
Gold on me like Rick the Ruler i get the Moolah
Niggas [?] Wool loco on the front of my hoodie
Boogeyman benton, rappers better run from the bully
Click, click, blaow, Told that nigga to catch me outside
I’m Negan with Lucille, i’m bout’ to bash out his eyes
Still Eastside, drugs got my brain refried
It’s that Wu killer shit swarming out the beehive
I bring the motherfucking rockets, let the stainless touch ’em. These niggas softer than the center of a danish muffin
[Hook: Demrick]
[?]
No mercy for those who wanna see they enemy
Head is the bread it’s the perfect recipe
Count my blessing every night before i sleep
Cause i’m the one
*Scratches* I’m the one
*Scratches* I’m the one
*Scratches* I’m the one These hoes can’t even get the lint that’s sitting in my jeans
Tec In The church
I bet they want, the second it burst
My white bitch a dead head so i get neck in the hearse, Get it? Such into hootie swag pistol in the Gucci bag
[?] handle covered up with the Louie rag
Praise the lord benton 911 porsche spinnin
Wine from Italy pop corks with divorced women
Send a prayer to all incarcerated Scarfaces
Niggas turn to tracks star winning Narcs’ chase us
God shining like for brothers stuck in dark places
[?] Get shanked up with sharp razors
Gators’ fit me like the pimp of the year
I throw a nigga off the plane and watch him flip from the [?]
Labels raping niggas, started waking niggas, bitch, i came for dinner
I watch these rappers turn to bitches like they Kaitlyn Jenner
I need a bitch with a Kardashian ass
Hit that ass flat she better have Kardashian cash
When i smash, why these bitches wanna crash in the pad?

Jarren Benton – $30K Mink (The Mink Coat Killa Lp)

Do something with yourself you funky dog-faced bitch
Lord Benton
Church Verse 1
Yeah, uh
Too many dickriders, not enough trendsetters, I spend cheddar
On Coogi men sweaters, rugers for the vendettas
These niggas been hatin’ so pussy they menstruating
Fly nigga with thin patience, Ben Franklins
Rain on bitches when they droppin’ their thongs
It’s the god, when they play this, Flex drop me a bomb
Never joined a band but I went and got me a drum
Hunnid rounds to your face when the ox in my palm
Salute to statin’, If they ain’t heard of Benton, you should slap ’em. Man, woman and child go buy the fucking album
Sneaker addict, I stay killing shit, Grim Reaper at it
Pardon me, don’t mean to be dramatic
Y’all niggas fake like the easter rabbit
A line of coke will make me see sporadic
Detail the whip tell ’em to clean the fabric
Uhh, I’m going back to Cali
She too ghetto for that five star, took that hoe to Rallys
I got that bitch the number 2
Mink Coat Killa tell them pussy ass niggas that they summer’s through
I might perform at bonnaroo
Ooh, Piss on your grave, real niggas will never honor you
Blaow, Sarah connor let the llama loose
Ay rest in peace niggas salute pour out 100 proof
Interlude
Yeah, I’m just talking my shit, fuck this shit, let me go again

Verse 2
My goons rip the draco
Blunts top me off a Winnebago
I take my bitch shoe shopping on Rodeo
It’s all about the pesos, money talks case closed
Real niggas never break O’s
Death threats will make ’em holler’ peace
Tommy wearing breakers cream wallabies
Fuck y’all apologies
Bullets in the back of the king’s head
I don’t respect a nigga that would steal from his family because he need bread
The people still need water in Flint
And they worry bout’ the border, nigga, Karma’s a bitch
Bless the kid that gotta grow up like, "My father’s a snitch."
King Benton, I probably got your broad on my dick
Ugh, I’m slick like Micheal Jackson’s loafers
Mud on my kicks this motherfucking sofa
I walk out the crib like "Where the fuck the chauffeur?"
[?] and hold a pistol like motherfuck the holster, nigga
Outro
Goddamn man
I’m just talkin’ my shit, man
Mink Coat Killa man
I appreciate y’all niggas for tuning in
8Track on the beat
Spitzwell on the muthafuckin buttons and shit
It’s the God baby
You see the way this muthafuckin mink fit
And you never met a nigga with hundred thousand dollar minks on his bad bitch
30 thousand dollar minks bitch
You know what I’m saying, bitch?

Jarren Benton – C.R.E.A.M. ’17 (feat. Nick Grant) (The Mink Coat Killa Lp)

[Intro: Jarren Benton]
Yeah
Uh
Cash rule everything around me
[Verse 1: Jarren Benton]
My momma must have did crack in the 80’s
Came out the pussy hole acting this crazy
Shit they put you in the pages for smackin’ your babies
Keep starin’ I draw the weapon like Keith Haring
It’s apparent these niggas wildin’ they need parents
Bitch I’m ruthless, I’m fucked and I make excuses
Then throw the deuces I told you bitches we ain’t exclusive
I’ma black activist on Actavis your math don’t add up
These niggas bad at calculus I never close the Maybach curtains
Wipe the prints off the cage that merked ’em
Circle the block and hit the lane that’s smirkin’
Ain’t nothing funny ay
Money talks and niggas is dummies
It’s a wrap, the stick left you stiff as a mummy
These niggas bleedin’, don’t front like your ass is Christopher Reeves
Ain’t no fuck this Superman you get wet up in your jeans (erghh)
I can’t sleep cuz I ain’t count a billion yet
I got killas on payroll, let me feelin’ a check ay
How you broke when you just had a million net
They say black’s bad with money can’t get rid of his debt
Damn
Pistol on me
Marinara with rigatoni
I eat like Tony Soprano
Don’t front you niggas know me
You can’t win when you got haters on the team
They did that nigga Eric Garner like he Radio Raheem (blerghhh)
No D batteries they train ’em at academies
No empathy for niggas just wet up their whole anatomy
Sadly another casualty
Too many niggas wanna be rappers, trappers, and athletes

[Verse 2: Nick Grant]
Okay I’m back in business
But never slack I’m stuck in the era of trap pretenders
Who would’ve known the underworld was filled with Master Splinters
Life is a bitch
My biggest distraction, the baddest women
My momma told me, "Nigga focus on academics"
I’m pistol totin’ the biggest bang could slap a chemist
I’m Maury Povich, Mama cryin’ cuz Daddy missin’
I’m back with vengeance the label gave me no rapper image
I’m too authentic, I’m too much for the avid listener
The back, the center, stick up niggas like Robin Givens
I’m from the city, they blow out brains, we optimistic
No competition, I’m droppin’ wisdom, the hottest nigga
I’m ridin’ Phantom with your bitch, that’s a Goblin visit
I went from no pot to piss in to a pile of vicious
It feel like a [?] of princes with a pinch of Catholicism
The modern Jigga, the Nas, mixed with the album Thriller
You dancin’ with the stars, the cosmos are outta rhythm
These niggas hatin’, my patience thin as these model bitches
I balls out, my cash straight, I’m Skylar Diggins
I balls out, cash straight, you gotta dig it
I’m hotter than a lot of niggas, fuck it, all ’em niggas
I’m going nuts George Carver nigga pause a nigga
Fresh like a Harlem nigga man what’s wrong with niggas
Tell your baby mama she should call an awesome nigga
Ferrari Spider shit just looks like it’s crawlin’ nigga
I’m the man, did that shit with no father figure
My shooter cold with the Tommy like watchin’ Martin nigga
I’m so for real, my jokes are deep, the sharks’ll giggle
I’m talkin’ riddles, the game’s a jungle I’m Robin Williams
What’s poppin’ Benton we eatin’ it’s time to starve them niggas
We eatin’ it’s time to starve them niggas
If niggas won’t smoke we gon get to coughin’ nigga

Jarren Benton – The God Intro (The Mink Coat Killa Lp)

[Verse 1]
It’s East Side until my ashes in a gold vase
Ride downtown in my city bumpin’ Ghostface
Fuck the police, bitch
I feel like I’m O’Shea
Mental health problems nigga I know I’m not okay
Spillin’ Pinot Grigio while I count up this bread
I like my bitches pussy bald and my presidents dead
I shit in the booth, these hoes gon’ lick my dick in the coupe
I got these niggas scared to drop like that Bishop in Juice
I wear the mask with the butterfly knife don’t let me fuck up your life
I put your heart in a bucket of ice
I might be in a five star with a couple of dykes
It’s Lord Benton, ill nigga cuffin’ the mic
Niggas get shot everyday
He be aight, B
Gold Jesus piece hid over the polo white fleece
Fly niggas stay laced in vintage Versace
Need a stronger aerosol to mask the scent of the body
It’s the God nigga
[Verse 2]
Money over bitches
Power over cowards
Niggas plottin’ so I bathe with the shotty in the shower
Homicide investigate a body every hour
Paranoid like smoke’ll prolly buy an 8th of sour
The soundtrack to a killa’s last breath
Up at Follies blowin’ bread ’til ain’t no fuckin’ cash left, nigga
Never let no wet pussy fuck your dough up
Toast to the dead niggas, pour up
Blood money in the ziplock so it don’t mold up
I feel like Mitch in the cherry red Beamer bumpin’ Cold Crush
Second childhood, niggas grow up
The God in [?] bitches go nuts
I’m stuntin’ like Money Mayweather
The cash is way better than being broke
Get topped in the back of the grey Tesla
Lord have mercy the wolves are hungry and thirsty
Screw the barrel on the mouth of the 30, arrivederci
It’s the God, nigga

Crooked Colours – Perfect Run (Vera Album)

[Verse 1]
It’s breaking my heart
Every time you’re coming through
Falling apart
Didn’t think that I could lose
I wouldn’t really care for something more
But you woke me up, yes, you woke me up
And I don’t need myself to start a storm
I just need you, you
[Verse 2]
You’re breaking my heart
Every time you’re coming through
You pull me apart
Everytime your love breaks through
And we’ll hit the mart, doing smething tragic
I know where to start, we’ll find some magic there
We’ll find some magic there
[Outro]
Walk with me, take my hand
These colours will never stray, so, understand
It’s a perfect run straight through the tar
And we’re almost done, but we’ll never stop
It’s a perfect run straight through the tar
And we’re almost done, but we’ll never stop

Crooked Colours – Show Me (Vera Album)

It’s crazy, all this ghost shit
Oh my god, I’m still lit
[Chorus 2]
Show me how to, show me how to, show me how to
Show me how to, show me how to, show me how to
Show me how to [Interlude]
Come on, won’t you show it? I don’t think you’ve got to go
Can you stay with me tonight, can you stay with me and drink this bottle? Don’t you think I know it? Tell me, babe, I’ve got to know
Can you show me how to, can you show me how to? Tell me, babe, I’ve got to know
[Chorus 1]
Show me how to, show me how to
Show me how to, show me how to
Show me how to, show me how to
[Verse 2]
Tell me, babe, I’ve got to know
Can you show me how to move, can you show me how to move and shuffle? [Verse 1]
Tell me, babe, I’ve got to know
Can you show me how to, can you show me how to?

Crooked Colours – All Eyes (Vera Album)

[Verse 1
I know the deal you gotta do
Something that’s real, that only you can do
I hope you go into that storm
I’m sad I gotta stay and watch you fly alone
[Verse 2]
I’ll be right here, I won’t look down
[?] make it worse [?]
We can’t turn back, we can’t rewind
Well baby now we’re closer to the other side
[Chorus 1]
You want it now
So, I want you for it
All this time
So, I want you for it
[Refrain 1]
I’m all eyes, I wanna see you more
And realise what this is gonna do
[Verse 2]
I’ll be right here, I won’t look down
[?] make it worse [?]
We can’t turn back, we can’t rewind
Well baby now we’re closer to the other side

[Refrain 2]
Stay on the line, make a move
Call the shots, make up your mind
[Chorus 1]
You want it now
So, I want you for it
All this time
So, I want you for it
[Chorus 2]
[?]
So, I want you for it
All this time
So, I want you for it
[Refrain 2]
Stay on the line, make a move
Call the shots, make up your mind
[Refrain 1]
I’m all eyes, I wanna see you more
And realise what this is gonna do
[Refrain 2]
Stay on the line, make a move
Call the shots, make up your mind

Vezi ti de inima mea – Bambi versuri

Eu vreau sa ma vrei a ta. Versuri Bambi – Vezi ti de inima mea
Te uiti la mine cum te uiti la Soare. Nu te vad bine pe tine, tine, tine. Vreau sa-ti asumi iubirea pan’ la capat. Eu vreau sa ma vrei a ta. Daca iubesti sa nu iubesti in treacat.(vezi ti de inima mea)
Mi se pare, mi se pare,
De cand esti cu mine ai mai prins culoare. Te trec prin toata starile de-o luna. Nu te vad bine pe tine, tine, tine. Zambesti de parca ai spune ceva tare. Nu te vad bine fara mine. Cu mine viata ta-i o aventura. Nu te vad bine pe tine, tine, tine. (x2)
Versuri Bambi
Video inima mea Eu vreau sa ma vrei a ta. Mi se pare, mi se pare,
De cand esti cu mine ai mai prins culoare. (x2)
Vezi-ti de inima mea. Eu vreau sa ma vrei a ta. Langa mine viata ta e o sarbatoare. Vezi-ti de inima mea. Nu te vad bine pe tine, tine, tine. Vezi-ti de inima mea. Vezi ti de inima mea. Nu te vad bine fara mineee. Nu te vad bine fara mine. Versuri-lyrics.info
Ne potrivim ca nuca in perete. Dar amandoi iubim fara regrete. Langa mine viata ta e o sarbatoare. Nu ti se pare. Nu ti se pare. Nu te vad bine fara mine.

Old Crow Medicine Show – Deportee (plane Wreck At Los Gatos) Lyrics

Is this the best way we can grow our good fruit? The radio says, “They are just deportees”
Is this the best way we can grow our big orchards? To fall like dry leaves to rot on my topsoil
And be called by no name except “deportees”? OLD CROW MEDICINE SHOWDeportee (plane Wreck At Los Gatos) Lyrics
The crops are all in and the peaches are rott’ning,
The oranges piled in their creosote dumps;
They’re flying ’em back to the Mexican border
To pay all their money to wade back again
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye, Rosalita,
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria;
You won’t have your names when you ride the big airplane,
All they will call you will be “deportees”
My father’s own father, he waded that river,
They took all the money he made in his life;
My brothers and sisters come working the fruit trees,
And they rode the truck till they took down and died. The sky plane caught fire over Los Gatos Canyon,
A fireball of lightning, and shook all our hills,
Who are all these friends, all scattered like dry leaves? We died ‘neath your trees and we died in your bushes,
Both sides of the river, we died just the same. We died in your hills, we died in your deserts,
We died in your valleys and died on your plains. Some of us are illegal, and some are not wanted,
Our work contract’s out and we have to move on;
Six hundred miles to that Mexican border,
They chase us like outlaws, like rustlers, like thieves.

Inner Circle – Tenement Yard Lyrics

Hear dem say…ah ah ah! Too much informer….. Dreadlocks can’t live in a…tenement
Dreadlocks can’t live in a tenement yard
Dreadlocks can’t live in a tenement yard
Too much su-su su-su su-su, too much watchie watchie
you
Too much su-su su-su su-su, too much watchie what you
are
Dreadlocks can’t live in privacy
Anything him do, old nigga see
Too much watchie watchie watchie, too much su-su su-su
su
Too much watchie watchie watchie, too much su-su su-su
su
Dreadlocks can’t smoke him pipe in peace
Too much informers and too much fears
Too much watchie watchie watchie, too much su-su su-su
su
Too much watchie watchie watchie, too much su-su su-su
su
Dreadlocks can’t live in a tenement yard
Dreadlocks can’t live in a tenement yard
Can’t penetrate in a tenement yard
Can’t penetrate in a tenement yard
Dreadlocks can’t live in a tenement yard
Dreadlocks can’t live in a tenement yard
Too much su-su su-su su-su, too much watchie watch you
Too much su-su su-su su-su, too much watchie what you
are
Dreadlocks can’t penetrate the rent man
All him a do is sell Jah Jah land
Too much watchie watchie watchie, too much su-su su-su
Can’t penetrate in a tenement yard
Can’t penetrate in a tenement yard
Dreadlocks can’t lick him pipe in peace
Too much informers and too much fears
Too much watchie watchie watchie, too much su-su su-su
su
Too much watchie watchie watchie, too much su-su su-su
Can’t I-ditate in a tenement yard
Can’t I-ditate in a tenement yard
Dreadlocks can’t lick him pipe in peace
Too much Babylon and too much laws
Too much…. INNER CIRCLETenement Yard Lyrics
Right-o!

Webb Pierce – Those Wonderful Years Lyrics

WEBB PIERCEThose Wonderful Years Lyrics
Anytime you need me I’ll come running back to you
Even though you left me I’ll hide my cry to be with you
I throw back my head just to hold back my tears
For I’ll never forget those wonderful years
I’ll never forget those wonderful years
(Should you meet someone to tell you you were right for leaving me
Tears don’t keep me waiting I’ll tell you to our eternity)
Yes I throw back my head…
(I throw back my head just to hold back my tears)
I’ll never forget those wonderful years
I’ll never forget those wonderful years

Don Moen – I Will Celebrate Lyrics

DON MOENI Will Celebrate Lyrics
I will celebrate,
sing unto the Lord
I will sing to Him a new song
I will celebrate,
sing unto the LordI will sing to Him a new songI will
praise Him, I will sing to Him a new songI will praise
Him, I will sing to Him a new song
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelu, hallelujahHallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah,
hallelujah
Hallelu, hallelujah!

Nilsson – Mr. Richland’s Favorite Song Lyrics

For most of the fans were married by then, so they had to be in by One. I think it’s great you still remember his name. And he never grew tired of singing his song, and the fans still called his name. Two can be as bad as one, it’s the lonliest number since the number One. “The time has come,” the Walrus said, “to speak of other things.”
Like a fallen star who works in a bar where yesterday is king. Scat out… I think it’s great your going through a phase. They’d leave at the end of the third show, go home to talk of the fun… Richland’s Favorite Song Lyrics
When he was young he sang in a band and the fans all looked the same. The fans he had were younger than he and they loved to scream his name. Well the calendar changed and the pages fell off, but the singer remained the same. Well isn’t nice the parents would say, well isn’t nice you’ve got someone,
Someone to idolize, he must look twice his size. who used to look twice his size. “One is the loneliest number that you’ll ever do… And I’ll bet if he knew you were there for the show,
He’d be awfully glad you came. And I’m awfully glad it will all be over in a couple of days. NILSSONMr. The fans all come for an hour or so, they still remember his fame,
But the time has come the Walrus said, to call your fans by name. I’m awfully glad the husbands would say, I’m awfully glad you got someone
Someone I realize… They’d leave at the of the second show, go home to talk of the fun.

Meek Mill Slams Nicki Minaj Says She Has Fake Everything

Meek Mill has since deleted the post but the damage is already done. fake ass … fake mileage … fake nails…. “When they gone come out wit a cd about all these fake b**ches be doing?,” the Philly rapper wrote. Meek Mill thinks that Nicki Minaj is fake down to the friends that she associates herself with. fake friends etc … can somebody speak up. “fake skin color … fake weaves…. Seems he is still feeling salty about his split with the Trinidadian rapper back in December. Since JAY-Z drop his new album 4:44 there has been a lot of reaction from the hip hop community on social media. when you finally see them without everything on ni**as be sick forreal #dontmakeme #youknowimsavage #howdareyou.”
Perhaps Meek Mill should take up the task of dropping a new album dedicated to Nicki Minaj or any other “fake b**ches” he ever came across. He probably should do it before Nicki released an album about his package size since she already dropped one for her ex-boyfriend Safaree Samuels. Last month, Meek and his crew attacked Safaree Samuels in Los Angeles and even threatened that they are not finish with him. Meek Mill made his feelings very clear and Nicki Minaj was on his mind when he was sharing those feelings on Instagram last weekend.