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Asculta CORUL CANTASIMO PASTORUL BUN


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Without Question (Beenie Man)

Intro
Your martial arts is good (Man nuh fight karate)
Not as good as mines (eeeh eeh)
I have a new style (face di nine)
Its call ching chong

Verse one
Tell yo fi cool and yo guh push it and yo pussy buss yasso
Say yo go diss and me back di semi automatic, glock it
And me buss it, body drop and then yo head fly over so
How yo claim say you a badman and have man a ** yo
And me hear yo freaky freaky and a wear panty too
And me hear yo nyamy nyamy nyam di gal dem too
And me hear say gal a use them drawers a box yo
You a nuh don you a monkey sample
Then me guh suh (ahh ha)

Chorus
Pussy hole yo diss di wrong set a man (ahh ha)
Nuh fight karate cause man a bad man (ahh ha)
You have yo sword, me have me gun inna me hand (ahh ha)
And I will buss yo head without question (ahh ha)
Right now fassy mussi mek out a steal (ahh ha)
Yo mussi wha feel how Teflon feel (ahh ha)
How yo fi diss me when me have me blue steel (ahh ha)
Yo body find a Waltham and yo head a Maxfield

Verse two
Some bowy fi dead, dead fool me have me gun them, me no fear
Me have some lion down a Jungle wey kill people anywhere
Think a Garden down a TG? Dem man dey no care
Dem dey man dey wi chap yo fine till yo disappear
Some crocodile from down a Sea View bere scull dem tear
And some frass dog from Greg Town fi nyam yo inna di square
Severe punishment fi informer and queer
Buss yo throat, pull out yo tongue- neck tie (ahh ha)

Chorus
Pussy hole yo diss di wrong set a man (ahh ha)
Nuh fight karate cause man a bad man (ahh ha)
You have yo sword, me have me gun inna me hand (ahh ha)
And I will buss yo head without question (ahh ha)
Right now fassy mussi mek out a steal (ahh ha)
Yo mussi wha feel how Teflon feel (ahh ha)
How yo fi diss me and me have me blue steel (ahh ha)
Yo body find a Waltham and yo head a Maxfield

Verse three
Step cross di fassy pussy them a wrinkle and a screw
No badda bend up yo face juss come diss me and me crew
Yo wouldn like a taste of this ya war wey we a brew
Them waiting for it long time and its well over due
Say them a bad man mek we find out if a true
And copper shot a stick to you like a glue
And Teflon a bun yo up like a _______
One a we haffi go dead, either me or you (me ready)

Chorus
Pussy hole yo diss di wrong set a man (ahh ha)
Nuh fight karate cause man a bad man (ahh ha)
You have yo sword, me have me gun inna me hand (ahh ha)
And I will buss yo head without question (ahh ha)
Right now fassy mussi mek out a steal (ahh ha)
Yo wha feel how Teflon feel (ahh ha)
How yo fi diss me and me have me blue steel (ahh ha)
Yo body find a Waltham and yo head a Maxfield

Bad Man Nuh Flee (Beenie Man)

Chorus:
Sey badman nuh flee, after dem bwoy dem nuh tough like we
Some only bad thru dem a walk ina posse dem a fool
Caw dem nuh see how we lock di city
And dem done nuh tough like we

Repeat

Verse 1:
So me say badman nuh wait pon night fi come down
Anything fi happen mek it happen and done
Naw catch me ina no bar ah drink rum
Naw lef me yard careless fi get bun

Well if you nuh come
When me pop off den somebody life done
Dis ya DJ naw go smoke opium
Well ah run mi lyrics, dem ah flash off ah me tongue
Bwoy you fi done

Chorus 2x

Verse 2:
I rather go on death row, than rough it out like John Crow
Badman naw play zero, naw lef mi family ina sorrow
Don't take man fi fool or we go find yuh in ya owna blood pool
Wicked man dey ya and a mi run di school
Contious lyrics and mi know dat ah mi tool
Cause yah we rule

Chorus 2x

Verse 3:
Nuff ah dem ah walla wiss, nuff ah dem ah wussie
How you fi try dis di rude boy posse
Naw use no big gun, just ah small wozzie
Reach pon di ends man ah go shoot everybody
Plus man lock dung di city
Cool, stop yuh noise now, mi waan you listen to the hay
Look pon a man like me, wey sho people liek fly
I must lock him up and give him bun ina him eye

Chorus 2x

Verse 4:
Hey no bwoy can dis me, caw man ana no rummie
If yuh dis di program you go jump up on di cd
When mi come back well somebody have fi dead
music mi ah sing from after di DJ

Chorus 2x

That's Right (Beenie Man)

Intro:
Zo, hey, zagga zing, hey, ziggy zagga zow!
Clap your hands to this, then get ready fi do all of it
Zagga zagga go na na na na na, all rudebwoy wave oonu hands up like this
Alright, cool

Chorus:
A from mi bun chi chi man and we go bun sodemite
And everybody bawl out seh that's right (It's alright)
And when mi bun hypocrite and we mi bun parasite
And everybody bawl out seh that's right (It's alright)
And when mi boom dung corruption wid a stick a dynamite
And everybody bawl out seh that's right (It's alright)
Mi go a stage show a DJ and tune yah last night
And everybody bawl out seh that's right

Verse 1:
Cause when we bun chi chi man nuttin nuh wrong
And when we bun ** nuttin nuh wrong
Bun a borrow taste and a bite nuttin nuh wrong
Bun Susan from she a sleep wid Sharon
And from yuh know yuh straight let mi see your two hand
Cause yuh nuh mix up inna nuh bangarang
Straight and di narrow road a dat mi deh pon
That he gwaan one leap to destruction, sing this song

Chorus:
A from mi bun chi chi man and mi go bun sodemite
And everybody bawl out seh that's right (It's alright)
And we go bun hypocrite and we go bun parasite
And everybody bawl out seh that's right (It's alright)
And when mi boom dung corruption wid a stick a dynamite
And everybody bawl out seh that's right (Bun Wey!!!)
Mi go a stage show a DJ and tune yah last night
And everybody bawl out seh that's right

Verse 2:
So when mi put a fire pon a few and everybody bawl (That's Right)
Bun a sodemite and everybody bawl (That's Right)
Bun a parasite and everybody bawl (That's Right)
Bun a bwoy wey meet anotha man dung a (Stoplight)
Nuff bwoy sell out fi get a piece a di (Spotlight
Da people dem a bawl and a shout (That's not right)
Give mi one a dem gal rather flop all di (Hot type)
Day and night now mi gal a long time

Chorus:
Cau when mi bun chi chi man and mi go bun sodemite
And everybody bawl out seh that's right (It's alright)
And we go bun chi chi man and we go bun sodemite
And everybody bawl out seh that's right (It's alright)
And when mi boom dung corruption wid a stick a dynamite
And everybody bawl out seh that's right (It's alright)
Mi go a stage show a DJ and tune yah last night
And everybody bawl out seh that's right

Verse 3:
Mi bun a bwoy from wey a blow anotha man flute
Person ago nyam cherry and fruit
Caught drop pants inna club a him a don yute
And seh that him a bad that was untrue
A chi chi baboon and chi chi tranquil
Try to send mi court fi get a one suit
But dem waan march and protest discue
Words sound and power mi put dem pon mute
Beenie Man a talk di truth

Chorus:
A when we bun chi chi man and we go bun sodemite
And everybody bawl out seh that's right (It's alright)
And when we bun hypocrite and we go bun parasite
And everybody bawl out seh that's right (It's alright)
And when mi boom dung corruption wid a stick a dynamite
And everybody bawl out seh that's right (That's right)
Mi go a stage show a DJ and tune yah last night
And everybody bawl out seh that's right

Repeat Verse 1 & Chorus till end

Girls Time (Mr. Vegas)

Intro:
Girls and more girls....ah di sweetest time, ah di sweetest time
Ah di sweetest, ah di sweetest, girls time

Chorus:
Ah di sweetest time when di sun gone in and da moon start shine
And di cassette inna di tape ah rewind
Juice ah blend up wid red sparkling wine, girls time
Ah di sweetest time when di sun gone in and da moon start shine
And di cassette inna di tape deck ah rewind
Juice ah blend up wid red sparkling wine

Verse 1:
Anywhere di gal dem deh mi deh
From yuh seh gal move long time mi ready
Bun down Foxy now mi have ah Brandy
Telephone ah ring gal waan mi candy
Two gal buck up and start a big war
One ah dem fling a big stone inna mi car
But mi know mi and nuh bag-a-man nah par
If a bwoy funny well mi haffi stay far cause

Chorus:
Ah di sweetest time when di sun gone in and da moon start shine
And di cassette inna di tape deck ah rewind
Juice ah blend up wid red sparkling wine, girls time
Ah di sweetest time when di sun gone in and da moon start shine
And di cassette inna di tape deck ah rewind
Juice ah blend up wid red sparkling wine

Verse 2:
Yo! nuff nuff gal mi have before mi a star
Mi and di gal dem all ah eat caviar
One sit down pon it and one deh pon mi cellular
And mi use to roll di boss gal inna di bar
Mi have di hot gal ah when mi hold and grill
Yuh tink seh mi hot I got mi shit pon di bay
Dem haffi go call mi back stamina daddy
Worst ah when mi grab fi di raw remedy

Chorus:
Ah di sweetest time when di sun gone in and da moon start shine
And di cassette inna di tape deck ah rewind
Juice ah blend up wid red sparkling wine, girls time
Ah di sweetest time when di sun gone in and da moon start shine
And di cassette inna di tape deck ah rewind
Juice ah blend up wid red sparkling wine

Repeat song till end

Little Bitch (The Specials)

One, two

If you ever hear a noise in the night your body starts to sweat
It shakes and shivers in fright
You go and sleep with your mother, she hates your guts
She knows that you love her so she holds you tight
All through the night, until the broad daylight
And when she doesn't come home you have to sleep alone
Then you wet your bed, and I think that's sad
For a girl of nineteen it's more than sad, it's obscene

One, two

And your girlfriend sweet little seventeen
She's got her layered hair, and her flared jeans
You know what that means? She's just a little queen
She shares your London flat, she thinks that London's where it's at, although it stinks
And when it rains you wear your hat, and your plum coloured PVC wet look maxi-mac
You tie your ginger hair back in a bun
You're the ugliest creature under the sun

one, two, go

And you think it's about time that you died, and I agree, so you decide on suicide
You tried but you never quite carried it off
You only wanted to die in order to show off
And if you think you're gonna bleed all over me, you're even wronger than you'd normally be
And the only things you want to see are kitsch
The only thing you want to be is rich
Your little pink up-pointed nose begins to twitch
I know, you know, you're just a little bitch

One, two

One Dark Night (Kool G. Rap)




la la la la la la la
la la la la LA
la la la la la la la
la la la la LA

[Kool G. Rap]
Last night got caught in a gunfight I think it was like
four niggaz clutchin they burners and bustin
but only could see one in sight
The one on my right yo son he like we both got gripe
He wanted my life come at a nigga
with a gun and a knife
He tryin to make the wiped out nigga layin up under the white
But I ain't tryin to go up in no dark tunnel
and burn to the light
And let myself be one more nigga that just got spun in the night
And done in on sight, and tryin to breathe
with one in my pipe
But I'm not one of the type, and I'd rather lose all hung on the mic
Than to be up in the yard receivin CPR
at one in the night
Now I can run and take fllght, but alright, yo son'll be hyped
And I've played mother nature before
so yo I'm clappin thunder tonight
I step right, inside of the street light, my gun it was bright
Send him to kiss Christ, and let my shit slice
in front of him twice
Let one splice, cause **in with price, ain't tryin to be nice
I want him on ice, no back home
to a son and a wife
He tried roll dice with real life and got his buns in a vice
Nigga was all enticed to lead his life sheist
but none of it's nice
I peeped shit, and seen his whole click, was runnin in fright
instead of comin to fight, get someone to fight
you son of a dykes
With one in the pipe, I'm aimin to light the one on the right
They all deceased, so yo my asspiece
get hunted for life
Four niggaz cut down, and I can receive one hundred to life
up in a jailcell, that's crawlin with lice
and runnin with mice
Live trife, fillin appetities with nothin but rice
Slow biz and no kid's nigs
start runnin my wife
Only got one life, yo get this **in, gun outta my sight
Back at the house, after midnight
I'm done for the night

Old (Machine Head)

I am the man that defends all things profane
6000 years is the time that I shall reign
And with a grin drank the blood of holy swine
Impurity made the blood turn into wine

Old man, dead hand
If only in their insanity
The lie feeds off their greed
Jesus wept

I am the pain that feeds off your weakness
A sickening born of hate not of the blessed
And with that time I will crush all things they prey
Destroying all from the known to the arcane

Old man, dead hand
If only in their insanity
The lie feeds off their greed
Jesus wept

Bun my eyes and try to blind me
Bury me so they won't find me
Try to suck my power empty
Got no crown of thorns on me

So burn my eyes and try to blind
Bury me so they won't find
Try to suck my power dry
You got no crown of thorns on me

Old man, dead hand
If only in their insanity
The lie feeds off their greed
Jesus wept

Buggin' Out (A Tribe Called Quest)




[Phife Dawg]
Yo, microphone check one two what is this
The five foot assassin with the ruffneck business
I float like gravity, never had a cavity
Got more rhymes than the Winans got family
No need to sweat Arsenio to gain some type of fame
No shame in my game cause I'll always be the same
Styles upon styles upon styles is what I have
You wanna diss the Phifer but you still don't know the half
I sport New Balance sneakers to avoid a narrow path
Messin round with this you catch ?the sizin of em?
I never half step cause I'm not a half stepper
Drink a lot of soda so they call me Dr. Pepper
Refuse to com-pete with BS competition
Your name ain't Special Ed so won't you Seckle With the Mission
I never walk the streets, think it's all about me
Even though deep in my heart, it really could be
I just try my best to like go all out
Some might even say yo shorty black you're buggin' out


[Q-Tip]
Uhhh, uhhh, uhhh, uh!
Zulu Nation, brothers that's creation
Minds get flooded, ejaculation
right on the two inch tape
The Abstract poet incognito, runsss the cape
Not the best not the worst and occasionally I curse to get my
point across, so bust, the floss
As I go in betweeen, the grit and the dirt
Listen to the mission listen Miss as I do work, umm
as I crack the, monotone
Children of the jazz so, get your own
Smokin R&B cause they try to do me
or the best of the pack but they can't do rap
For it's Abstract, orig-inal
You can't get your own and that's, pitiful
I know I'd be the man if I cold yanked the plug
on R&B, but I can't and that's bugged

Buggin out, buggin out, buggin out you're buggin out (repeat 8X)

[Phife Dawg]
Yo when you bug out, you usually have a reason for the action
Sometimes you don't it's just for mere satisfaction
People be houndin, always surroundin
Pulsin, just like a migraine poundin
You don't really fret, you stay in your sense
?Comafied? your feeling, of absolute tense
You soar off to another world, deep in your mind
But people seem to take that, as being unkind
"Oh yo he's acting stank," really on a regal?
A man of the fame not a man of the people
Believe that if you wanna but I tell you this much
Riding on the train with no dough, sucks
Once again a case of your feet in my Nike's
If a crowd is in my realm I'm saying -- mic please
Hip-hop is living, can't yank the plug
if you do the result, will end up kind of bugged

[Q-Tip]
Yo, I am not an invalid although I used to smoke the weed out
Ali Shaheed Muhammad used to say I had to be out
Schemin on the cookies with the crazy boomin back buns
Pushin on the real ?hardest? so we can have the big fun
When I left for Rosie I was Boulevard status
Battling a MC was when Tip was at his baddest
It was one MC after one MC
What the world could they be wanting see from little old me
Do I have the formula to save the world?
Or was it just because I used to swipe the women and all the girls
I'm the type of brother with the crazy extended hand kid
Dissed by all my brothers I was all up what my man did
Supposed to be my man but now I wonder cause you're feeble
I go out with the strongest and I seperate the evils
it's your brain against my mind, for those about to boot out
All you nasty critters even though you see I bug out

Buggin out, buggin out, buggin out you're buggin out (repeat 8X)


Protect Me (Beenie Man)

Intro 1:
Rasta a move like men and people, eno
All dem get up and do a fight dem one another
Bobo a fight gainst shanty and di bingie dem
A fight gainst di twelve tribe
But hear mi nuh

Intro 2:
A nuh one a we, a nuh two a we,
A nuh three a nuh four a nuh five a nuh six a we
No no no, a nuh seven a we, a nuh eight a we,
A di whole a we deh inna Selassie
Family, but jah

Chorus:
Protect mi from mi enemy caah
Mi nuh love how men a penny me
Like dem nuh waah mi reach mi destiny
But a king Selassie a carry me and mi fimily

Repeat

Verse 1:
Mi did know when di Bobo money low
Now dem get hype dem nuh waah do nuh show
A whoo only Selassie know seh
Dem get astonish how mi lyrics dem a flourish
D.J. just hide and whole heap just vanish
If dem waah refurbish mi a go draw fi mi polish
Gone back to mi days of all mi right and mi ribbit
But Selassie mi haffi ask you this right now

Chorus

Verse 2:
Everyone waah fi know what is my formula
Dem a ask if mi a old time author
But a just di weed weh mi Rap up inna mi wrizzla
Round a mi yard mi go listen two Sizzla
King Priest and Prophet Rasta Man wi a nuh pastor
One psalm a day a so wi slew di vampire
Draw fi all sword and beast get tun over
Listen weh di D.J. a utter

Chorus

Verse 3:
Di odda day dem shot di sheriff and di deputy go run
A who fuss come bout come tell man bout gun
Yet still dem a gwaan like dem waah dance fi done
Yuh think yuh can done our fun
Dem a bun fire dem yah natty haffi bun me
Caah mi naah dash weh dem yah classie Versace
Naah go walk barefoot and mek nuh bottle cut me
Naah go sell mi car and go ride nuh donkey
Yuh mad !!

Daca Eram ... (Cheloo)

"Râzi ca flegma la TBC siii... si ca ciorba la lautaru' pe moarte."
"Daaa! Daaa!"
"Hai cu ma-ta!"

Daca eram politist nu-mi asumam nici un risc,
Infractorii cotizau la mine ca la fisc.
Daca eram pompier, ardeai ca sobolanu-n casa
Si tu si ma-ta - si zdreanta ta libidinoasa.
Daca eram ginecolog, cu sticla-n bot te consultam de frica,
E sanatos sa dai la buci, în general nu strica.
Daca eram popa, eram periculos,
Frecam enoriasele matol - si sus si jos.
Daca eram chirurg, uitam în tine
Ceasul meu cu cuc, patentu' si-un cutit de pâine.
Daca eram un posesor de diamante, frateee,
Faceam o geamgerie si taiam doar geamuri sparte.
Daca eram de bani gata, nu mai eram în viata,
Va zâmbeam expus la morga conservat în ghiata.

Refren (x2):
Sunt atâtea meserii frumoase si trebuie-ncercate,
Aplauze, va rog! Sunt omul bun la toate.
Astept oferte si remuneratie,
Momentan sunt fara ocupatie.

Daca eram un canibal, iar tu erai doar o urâta,
Te luam la **-n tufa, baga-ne-am **-n ea de supa.
Daca eram postas, fugeam la dealer în oras,
Când tu mureai de foame io fumam iarba si has.
Daca eram gropar, te îngropam normal, o data,
Apoi te profanam, preluând bijuteria preferata.
Daca eram farmacist, cumparai calmante,
Te-mbârligam sa bagi în tine anabolizante.
Daca eram vidanjor, teleportam cacat cu presiune,
Calamitând eventual întreaga lume.
Daca eram ospatar si te prindeam la masa-n cacat,
La felu' doi serveai stilat flegme separat.
Daca eram sofer, te-aveam ca victima în cazier,
Baga-mi-ai **-n ma-ta, m-ai fi lasat somer.

Refren (x2)

Daca eram un hot, sa fiu cinstit,
Eram rapid si te lasam în ** goala fara sa simti nimic.
Daca eram aviator si ramâneam fara motor,
Îti luam din zbor parasuta - ** mea, doar n-o sa mor!
Daca eram învatator la 1-4, saracu',
Copilu' tau fuma si bea de-i sarea capu'.
Daca eram navigator, plecam pe mari fara onor
Si ma-ntorceam blindat de bani - fara vapor.
Daca eram labar ereditar, munceam la CNA
Si ma sinucideam cu ritual pe piesa asta.

Refren (x2)


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