I just wanna make you sweat , gal speju :D Nes kai daug kartu tas pats kartojasi dainose tai ir pavadinimas buna toks pats arba bent jau panasus..

Snoop Dogg feat David Guetta - Sweat

This is my excuse to testify been a beaten down boy
And I don't know why that's alright, that's alright

Well the truth was a lie and I don't know
How it got me to follow and it's true that the lie that was
Sold me will never let me go

What I needed you to say
Was hidden far away
This is why i've had to justify,
My head is shaken, yeah but that's alright
What I needed to believe was hidden far from me
That's alright 'cause I believe you

Take advantage of a malleable mind been a weakened sucker boy without a spine
That's alright, that's alright

Tell me that I've got to fight your fights, and now I'm a bleeding
Boy without a life but that's alright, that's alright

Well the truth was a lie and I don't know
How it got me to follow and it's true that the lie that was
Sold me will never let me go

What I needed you to say
Was hidden far away
This is why I've had to justify,
My head is shaken, yeah but that's alright
What I needed to believe was hidden far from me
That's alright 'cause I believe you

Don't feel bad because I won't cry
I'll do your will
And not ask why,
But that's alright because I believe you

What I needed you to say
Was hidden far away
This is why I've had to justify,
My head is shaken, yeah but that's alright
What I needed to believe was hidden far from me
That's alright, that's alright

What I needed you to say was hidden far away
This is why I've had to justify,
My head is shaken, yeah but that's alright
What I needed to believe was hidden far from me
That's alright 'cause I believe you

That's alright, 'cause I believe you
That's alright, that's alright






Try this one :)

Celldweller - I Believe You :)

It's my red star
It's my red star (can't let go)

Best of cruel intentions
Binding what they fail to mention
No truth
All pretension
Raise your hand to give attention

You'd give it
We'd take it
You'd build it
We'd break it
You sign and we erase it
You'd feel it
We'd fake it

It's my red star (steal it)
It's my red star (can't let go)
It's my red star (conceal it)
It's my red star
Oh no...

Wasted education
Celebrating imitation
Misplaced admiration
Speaking for a generation

You'd give it
We'd take it
You'd build it
We'd break it
You sign and we erase it
You'd feel it
We fake it

It's my red star (steal it)
It's my red star (can't let go)
It's my red star (conceal it)
It's my red star
Oh no...


Tikiuosi daug kas zino :)

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I ain't got no mother*ing friends
That's why I *ed your bitch
You're fat mother*er {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, * your bitch
And the click you claim
West side when we ride
Come equipped with game
You claim to be a player
But I *ed your wife
We bust on Bad Boys
niggas * 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 your jewels
Steady gunning
Keep on busting at them fools
You know the rules
Little Ceasar go ask you homie
How I'll leave you
Cut your young ass up
See you in pieces
Now be deceased
Little Kim,
Don't * around with real G's
Quick to snatch your ugly ass, off the streets
So * 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
* 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, uh
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 mother*ers know what time it is
I don't know why I'm even on this track
You all niggas ain't even on my level
I'm going to let my little homies
Ride on you
bitch made ass Bad Boys bitches
{ah yo, yo, hold the * up}

Get out the way yo
Get out the way yo
Biggie Smalls just got dropped
Little move pass 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 you
Poise less gats attack when I'm serving you
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 *in' block
I'm running through nigga
And I'm smoking Junior Mafia
In front of you nigga
With the ready power
Tucked in my Guess
Under my Eddie Bauer
Your clout petty sour
I push packages ever hour
I hit 'em up

[Chorus]

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 Sherm high
niggas think they learned to fly
But they burn mother*er you deserve to die
Talking about you Getting Money
But it's funny to me
All you niggas living bummy
While you *ing 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 it's 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
Mother-*er 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 scenario
Little Ceas'
I'll bring you fake G's to your knees
Coppin' please with these scenario
Little Kim is you
Coked up or doped up
Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up
What the *?
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're a beat biter
Pac style taker
I'll tell you to face, you ain't nothing * 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 (uh)
Toting smoke, we ain't no mother*in' 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 trying to be us
How the * 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 (uh)
You wanna * with us
You Little young ass mother*ers
Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something
You're *ing with me, nigga?
You * around and catch a seizure or a heart-attack
You better back the * up
Before you get smacked the * 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
* you and your mother *ing mama.
We're gonna kill all you mother *ers.
Now when I came out, I told you it was just about biggie.
Then everybody had to open their mouth with a mother *ing opinion
Well this is how we gonna' do this:
* Mobb Deep,
* Biggie,
* Bad Boy as a staff, record label, and as a mother *ing crew.
And if you want to be down with Bad Boy,
Then * you too.
Chino XL, * you too.
All you mother *ers,
* you too.
(take money, take money)
All of y'all mother *ers,
* you, die slow mother*er.
My four four (.44 magnum) make sure all your kids don't grow.
You mother*ers can't be us or see us.
We mother *in' Thug Life riders.
West Side till' we die.
Out here in California, nigga
We warned ya'
We'll bomb on you mother *ers.
We do our job.
You think you the mob, nigga, we the mother*in' mob
Ain't nothing but killers
And the real niggas, all you mother*ers feel us.
Our * goes triple and four quadruple
You niggas laugh 'cause our staff got guns under they mother*in' belts
You know how it is and we drop records they felt
You niggas can't feel it
We the realist
* 'em.
We Bad Boy killers.

zinot kokia?

Hit'em'up ?

2PAC - HIT'EM UP

Woah, woah.

Bang , bang go the coffin nails, like a breath exhaled,
Been gone forever.
It seems just like yesterday, how did i miss the red flames?

Raise these back, the days we left.
We braved these bitter storms together.
Brought to his knees he cried,
But on his feet he died.

What god would damn a heart?
And what god drove us apart?

What god could make it stop?
Let this end.
18 years pushed to the ledge.
It's come to this,
A weightless step.
On the way down singing,

Woah, woah.

Bang bang from the closet walls,
The schoolhouse halls,
The shotgun's loaded.
Push me and i'll push back.
I'm done asking, i demand.

From a nation under god,

I feel it's love like a cattle prod.
Born free, but still they hate.
Bore me, i can't change.

It's always darkest just before the dawn.
So stay awake with me, let's prove them wrong.

Make it stop.
Let this end,
18 years pushed to the ledge.
It's come to this,
A weightless step.
On the way down singing,
Woah, woah.

The cold river washed him away,
But how could we forget.
Gathering candles, but not their tongues.

And too much blood has flown from the wrist,
Of children shamed for those they chose to kiss.
Who will rise to stop the blood.
We're coming for,
Insisting on, a different beat, yeah.
A brand new song.

Woah, woah.
Woah, woah.
Woah, woah

Zinau kad teisingai nes si daina mano telo skambutis:D


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She Wanna Shake That Booty Shake That Booty Mr.DJ !!
Ohhh BabY Girll I Wanna
* You Baby
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dragon ltu 2 parašė:
2PAC - HIT'EM UP

Woah, woah.

Bang , bang go the coffin nails, like a breath exhaled,
Been gone forever.
It seems just like yesterday, how did i miss the red flames?

Raise these back, the days we left.
We braved these bitter storms together.
Brought to his knees he cried,
But on his feet he died.

What god would damn a heart?
And what god drove us apart?

What god could make it stop?
Let this end.
18 years pushed to the ledge.
It's come to this,
A weightless step.
On the way down singing,

Woah, woah.

Bang bang from the closet walls,
The schoolhouse halls,
The shotgun's loaded.
Push me and i'll push back.
I'm done asking, i demand.

From a nation under god,

I feel it's love like a cattle prod.
Born free, but still they hate.
Bore me, i can't change.

It's always darkest just before the dawn.
So stay awake with me, let's prove them wrong.

Make it stop.
Let this end,
18 years pushed to the ledge.
It's come to this,
A weightless step.
On the way down singing,
Woah, woah.

The cold river washed him away,
But how could we forget.
Gathering candles, but not their tongues.

And too much blood has flown from the wrist,
Of children shamed for those they chose to kiss.
Who will rise to stop the blood.
We're coming for,
Insisting on, a different beat, yeah.
A brand new song.

Woah, woah.
Woah, woah.
Woah, woah

dar kitaip 'tupac'

DarkGoo parašė:
[quote]dragon ltu 2 parašė:
2PAC - HIT'EM UP

Woah, woah.

Bang , bang go the coffin nails, like a breath exhaled,
Been gone forever.
It seems just like yesterday, how did i miss the red flames?

Raise these back, the days we left.
We braved these bitter storms together.
Brought to his knees he cried,
But on his feet he died.

What god would damn a heart?
And what god drove us apart?

What god could make it stop?
Let this end.
18 years pushed to the ledge.
It's come to this,
A weightless step.
On the way down singing,

Woah, woah.

Bang bang from the closet walls,
The schoolhouse halls,
The shotgun's loaded.
Push me and i'll push back.
I'm done asking, i demand.

From a nation under god,

I feel it's love like a cattle prod.
Born free, but still they hate.
Bore me, i can't change.

It's always darkest just before the dawn.
So stay awake with me, let's prove them wrong.

Make it stop.
Let this end,
18 years pushed to the ledge.
It's come to this,
A weightless step.
On the way down singing,
Woah, woah.

The cold river washed him away,
But how could we forget.
Gathering candles, but not their tongues.

And too much blood has flown from the wrist,
Of children shamed for those they chose to kiss.
Who will rise to stop the blood.
We're coming for,
Insisting on, a different beat, yeah.
A brand new song.

Woah, woah.
Woah, woah.
Woah, woah

dar kitaip 'tupac'[/quote]

koks skirtumas , nedaryk off-topic .

DarkGoo parašė:
Zinau kad teisingai nes si daina mano telo skambutis:D


She's So Damnn...
Sexy Like My Ex , She's Gonna Be NeXt ,
I'm Gonna Do My Best , Even Talk About Sex ,
You Cannot Reject,Baby Make It This.
Cuz I Got My Reflex !!!
She WaNNa DaNCe To CasCaDa And DaVid GueTTa.
It's Like Phil Nickle , Kevin Harris Rockin' Mind ,
She Likes Black Eyed Peas , Twisted Girls And Crazy Chucky , Pitbull, Big Ali , Benni Bennassi Give Give Give Me.
Hot Speed Fast Speed Electronic
She Wanna Shake That Booty Shake That Booty Mr.DJ !!
Ohhh BabY Girll I Wanna
* You Baby
Yeahh
* You Baby
Lemme
* You Baby
I Wanna Uhhh Uhhh !

primenu !