Тексты из музыки, песен, рифм..., слова, стихи, произведения... Опции

[JokkoS]

Выкладываем тексты, слова из слушаемых песенок...которые душу восхищают...

Пример:

ЮГ - "Три Хороших Девочки"

Три хороших девочки
Люба, Надя, Верочка
Все мертвы, их убили
Мы при этом были
Видели, как они кричали
Но молчали
Несмотря на то, что знали
Что прольётся кровь

Первой умерла Любовь - из них самая милая
Девочка - красавица, она всем нравилась
Как же плавилась жизнь страхом в её глазах
Пусть ей будет хорошо на небесах

Следущим мёртвым телом стала Вера
Та, которая своим теплом всех согреть хотела
Помогала каждому, кто чувствовал себя плохо
Из неё особенно жестоко выбивали душу

А последней умерла надежда, никогда прежде
Я не видел, чтобы человек так долго умирал
Будто тот, кто брал её душу себе, сомневался
Может лучше, если б этот смех весёлый продолжался

Но убили всех, никого не уцелело
Всё по прежнему, никому нет никакого дела
Мы позволили их убить, чтобы жить спокойно
Чтоб не верить, чтобы не надеяться и не любить

Девять дней прошло, сорок дней и так далее
Их могилы осквернили и затоптали мы
Потеряли трёх девчушек и не жалко нам
Что внутри пустота чёрная, мусорный хлам

Мы уже не верим словам, не любим больше людей
Не надеемся на лучшее в серых дней череде
Сами по себе без искры в глазах и пламени в душах
Молча водку глушим да деньги делаем

Продаём разделанные тела трёх замученных
Сурогатом веры стало ожидание удобного случая
Надежду заменили давно искусственным раем
А любовь с еботней местами переставляем

Сами знаем, что руки по локоть в крови, но лицемерим
Делаем вид, что верим, надеемся, любим, фильмы снимаем
Песни поём, книги пишем, трупным запахом дышим
Время колышем и криков умирающей совести не слышим

Мы спокойны, наша совесть чиста, мы никого не предали
Были в состоянии аффекта, что творим не ведали
Живём новыми победами, старыми бедами
Не вспоминая о прошлом, что хорошего будет в нашем будущем

Наше настоящее - это придуманное счастье
Дунешь - и развалится на части, как карточный дом
Нашими заботами стали мысли о том, как украсть побольше
Пожрать послаще да поспать по чаще

Только не хватает чего-то, внутри кошки скребутся
Учёные бьются, вокрешая из мёртвых троицу, знают, окупится сторицей
На идеалы нынче велик спрос (велик спрос)
Посмертно стали звёздами, да только поздно

Несерьёзно и глупо пытаться сделать живыми трупы
Никакими способами не вернуть их к жизни вновь
Вера, Надежда, Любовь, светлая вам память
В вашу честь, девочки, минута молчания

вот примерно так...хуже не делать...плюс минус не более..
модераторы не спят...хыхы

Сообщение отредактировал JokkoS - Jan 14 2007, 21:55

[DruGsy]

50 cent - Candy Shop (Feat. Olivia)[/size]
[Intro - 50 Cent]
Yeah
Uh huh
So seductive

[Chorus - 50 Cent]
I'll take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollipop
Go ahead girl, don't you stop
Keep going til you hit the spot, whoaa

[Chorus - Olivia (50 Cent)]
I'll take you to the candy shop (yea)
Boy, wanna taste what I got (uh huh)
I'll have you spending all you got (c'mon)
Keep going til you hit the spot, whoaa

[Verse - 50 Cent]
You could have it your way
How do you want it?
You gonna back that thing up or should I push up on it?
Temperature rising, ok
Let's go to the next level
Dance floor jam packed, hot as a tea kettle
I break it down for you now, baby it's simple
If you be a nympho, I'll be a nympho
In the hotel or in the back of the rental
On the beach or in the park, it's whatever you into
Got the magic stick, I'm the love doctor
Have your friends teaching you about how sprung I got you
When you show me what you working baby, No problem
Get on top, get your bounce around like a low rider
I'm a seasoned vet, when it come to this shit
After you work up a sweat, you could play with the stick
I'm trying to explain baby, the best way I can
I melt in your mouth girl, not in your hand (uh huh)

[Chorus - 50 Cent]
I'll take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollipop
Go ahead girl, don't you stop
Keep going til you hit the spot, whoaa

[Chorus - Olivia]
I'll take you to the candy shop
Boy, wanna taste what I got
I'll have you spending all you got
Keep going til you hit the spot, whoaa

[Bridge - 50 Cent (Olivia)]
Girl what we do (what we do)
And where we do (and where we do)
The things we do (things we do)
Are just between me and you, yea (oh yeah, yea)

[Verse - 50 Cent]
Give it to me baby, nice and slow
Climb on top, ride like you in a rodeo
You ain't never heard a sound like this before
Cuz I ain't never put it down like this
Soon as I come through the door, she get to pulling on my zipper
It's like a race, who can get undressed quicker
Isn't it ironic, how erotic it is to watch them thongs
Had me thinking about that ass after I'm gone
I touched the right spot at the right time
Lights on or lights off, she like it from behind
So seductive, you should see the way she wind
Her hips in slow mo on the floor when we grind
No she ain't stopping homie and I ain't stoppin
Dripping wet with sweat, man it's on and poppin
All my champagne campaign, bottle after bottle, it's on
And we gonna sip till every bubble an every bottle is gone

[Chorus - 50 Cent]
I'll take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollipop
Go ahead girl, don't you stop
Keep going til you hit the spot, whoaa

[Chorus - Olivia]
I'll take you to the candy shop
Boy, wanna taste what I got
I'll have you spending all you got
Keep going til you hit the spot, whoaa

[Chorus - 50 Cent]
I'll take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollipop
Go ahead girl, don't you stop
Keep going til you hit the spot, whoaa

[Chorus - Olivia]
I'll take you to the candy shop
Boy, wanna taste what I got
I'll have you spending all you got
Keep going til you hit the spot, whoaa


Window Shopper
[50 Cent]
Ohh!
The top feel so much better than the bottom
So much better

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Nigga youse a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
Nigga youse a window shopper
In the jewelry store lookin' at shit you can't buy
Nigga youse a window shopper
In the illest shit tryna get a test drive
Nigga youse a window shopper
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Summertime, white Porsche Carrera is milky
I'm on the grind, let my paper stack but I'm filthy
It's funny how niggaz get to screw-facin' at me
Anyhow they ain't got the heart to get at me
I'll get down, Southside's the hood that I come from
So I don't cruise through nobody 'hood without my gun
They know the kid ain't gon' for all that bullshit
Try and stick me, I'ma let off a full clip
It ain't my fault you done fucked up your re-up
At the dice game who told you put a G up?
Everybody mad when they paper don't stack right
But when I come around y'all niggaz better act right
When we got the tops...down you can hear the systems thump
Nigga when we rollin', rollin', rollin'
Shut ya block down, quick to put a hole in a chump
Nigga when we rollin', rollin', rollin'

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Nigga youse a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
Nigga youse a window shopper
In the jewelry store lookin' at shit you can't buy
Nigga youse a window shopper
In the illest shit tryna get a test drive
Nigga youse a window shopper
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Niggaz love me in L.A. as soon as I pop in
They come to scoop me up at L.A.X. and I hop in
Now when it comes to bad bitches you know I got them
Some from Long Beach, some from Watts and from Compton
You know a nigga wanna see how Cali girls freak off
After that five hour flight from New York
I start spittin G at a bitch like a pimp, mang
Tell her, "Meet me at the Mondrian so we can do our thang."
She can bring the lingerie with her, I sup-pose
Then we can go from fully dressed to just having no clothes
Then she can run and tell her best friend 'bout my sex game
Then her best friend could potentially be next, mayne
Listen mayne, shit...changed, I came up I'm doin my thang
Homey I'm holdin', holdin', holdin'
Oh shit mayne, the store owner watchin' you
Before somethin' get stolen, stolen, stolen

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Nigga youse a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
Nigga youse a window shopper
In the jewelry store lookin' at shit you can't buy
Nigga youse a window shopper
In the illest shit tryna get a test drive
Nigga youse a window shopper
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by

Akon - I wanna fuck youI see you windin n grindin up on that pole,
I kno you see me lookin' at you and you already kno
I wanna fuck you, you already know
I wanna fuck you, you already know

Money in the air as mo feel grad you by your coat tail take you to the motel, hoe sale,
dont tell, wont tell, baby said I dont talk dogg but she told on me, oh well,
take a picture wit me, what the flick gon do, baby stick to me & ima stick on u,
if you pick me then ima pick on you, d-o-double g and im here to put this dick on you,
I'm stuck on pussy n urs is right, wrip ridinin them poles and them doors is tight
and ima get me a shot for the end of the night cuz pussy is pussy and baby ur pussy for life.

I see you windin n grindin up on that pole,
I kno you see me lookin' at you and you already kno
I wanna fuck you, you already know
I wanna fuck you, you already know

Shorty I can see you aint lonely handfull of niggas n they all got cheese,
so you lookin at me now whats it gonna be just another tease far as I can see,
tryin get you up out this club if it means spendin' a couple dubs,
throwin bout 30 stacks in the back make it rain like that cuz I'm far from a scrub,
u kno my pedigree, ex-deala use to move phetamines,
girl I spend money like it dont mean nuthin n besides I got a thing for u.

I see you windin n grindin up on that pole,
I kno you see me lookin' at you and you already kno
I wanna fuck you, you already know
I wanna fuck you, you already know

Mobbin' through club in low pressin im sittin in the back in the smokers section (just smokin),
birds eye, I got a clear view, you cant see me but I can see you (baby I see u),
its cool we jet the mood is set,
your pussy is wet you rubbin your back and touchin your neck,
ur body is movin' you humpin' n jumpin' ur titties is bouncin' you smilin' n grinin' n lookin at me.

Girl n while your looking at me im ready to hit the caddy right up on the patio move the patty to the caddy,
baby you got a phatty the type I like to marry wantin to just give you everythin n thats kinda scary,
cuz I'm lovin the way you shake your ass, bouncin', got me tippin' my glass,
lil' mully dont get caught up to fast but I got a thing for you.

I see you windin n grindin up on that pole,
I kno you see me lookin' at you and you already kno
I wanna fuck you, you already know
I wanna fuck you, you already know

I see you windin n grindin up on that pole,
I kno you see me lookin' at you and you already kno
I wanna fuck you, you already know
I wanna fuck you, you already know


Wisin Y Yandel- Rakata [size="3"]
Salte... ('W', con!)
Si no estas bailando con ella
Salte... ('Y', Yandel!)
Si no estas perreando con ella
Salte... (Luny! Medio millón de copias, obligao'!)
Si no estas bailando con ella
Salte... (El dúo de la historia!)
Para hacerle... (En \"Mas Flow 2\"!)
(Zumba!)

Rakata, rakata
Si se me pega voy a darle
Rakata, rakata
Esta noche quiero hacerle
Rakata, rakata
Si se me pega voy a darle
Rakata, rakata
Eeeeeh...
(Me toca a mi!)

Capicu, llego el frontú
No trates de apagarme
Porque te apagas tú
'W', apagale la luz
Mami, acelera duro ese cucu
Tiene veinte enemigas
Dos amigas
Pantalla en la barriga
Tatuaje en la vejiga
En el culipandeo ella mata la liga
Siga... (Siga, siga!)

Para hacerle...
Rakata, rakata
Si se me pega voy a darle
Rakata, rakata
Esta noche quiero hacerle
Rakata, rakata
Si se me pega voy a darle
Rakata, rakata
Eeeeeh...
(Nelly, nos vamos)

Le gusta que Wisin la jale por el pelo
Gritalo... (Papi, dame lo que quiero!)
Siente la presión del callejero
Gritalo... (Papi, dame lo que quiero!)
Bizcochito, dame un beso con sabor a caramelo
Gritalo... (Papi, dame lo que quiero!)
Cielo, ese trago le hace falta hielo
Gritalo... (Papi, dame lo que quiero!)
Pues tenga lo suyo, sin orgullo
Yo tengo el agua pa ese capullo
(Ssssss...) Mami, deja el murmullo
Cogelo, que es tuyo

Para hacerle...
Rakata, rakata
Si se me pega voy a darle
Rakata, rakata
Esta noche quiero hacerle
Rakata, rakata
Si se me pega voy a darle
Rakata, rakata
Eeeeeh...

Luny!
Ahora hay que trabajar!
De medio millón pa' arriba!
Tu sabes!
El dúo de la historia
'W', el sobreviviente!
Con Yandel!
Ellos lo saben!
\"Mas Flow 2\"!
El que para ventas!
Este disco no hay quien lo supere!
Matando la liga, el arma secreta, sin miedo!
Nelly!
\"Mas Flow 2\"!
'W', el sobreviviente!
Con Yandel!
El dúo dinámico!