(feat. Phil Collins) [Tupac:] Staring at the world through my rearview Just looking back at the world, from another level you know what I mean? Starin... [Tupac] Multiple gunshots fill the block, the fun stops Niggaz is callin cops, people shot, nobody stop I wonder when the world stopped caring last night Two kids shot while the whole block staring I will never understand this society, first they try to murder me, then they lie to me, product of a dying breed All my homies trying weed, now the little baby's crazed raised off Hennesey, tell me will my enemies flee when they see me, believe me Even Thugs gotta learn to take it easy, listen Through the intermissions search your heart for a plan and we turnin Bad Boys to grown men, it's on again I give a holla to my niggaz in the darkest corners Roll a perfect blunt, and let me spark it for ya One love from a thug nigga rollin with a posse full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend I'm seein nuttin but my dreams comin true While I'm starin at the world through my rearview (see) [x2] (They got me) starin at the world through my rearview Go on baby scream to God, he can't hear you I can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die (we) Gettin high, watchin time fly, and all my motherfuckers [x2] [Phil Collins:] And I can feel it coming in the air tonight, Hold on I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, Hold on Can you feel it coming in the air tonight, Hold on, Hold on [Tupac:] Now I was raised as a young black male In order to get paid, forced to make crack sales Caught a nigga so they send me to these overpacked jails In the cell, countin days in this livin black Hell, do you feel me? Keys to ignition, use at your discretion Roll with a twelve gauge pump for protection Niggaz hate me in the section from years of chin checkin Turn to Smith and Wesson war weapons Heavenly Father I'm a soldier, I'm gettin hotter cause the world's gettin colder, baby let me hold ya Talk to my guns like they fly bitches All you bustas best to run look at my bitches Now I know the answers to the question, do dreams come true Still starin at the world through my rearview (I say) [x2] (They got me) starin at the world through my rearview Go on baby scream to God, he can't hear you I can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die Gettin high, watchin time fly - and all my motherfuckers/nigga can die [x2] [Khadafi:] Back in the days we hustled for sneakers and beepers Nine-six for glocks cause fiends hittin up blocks with street sweepers Bless myself when knowin rules to these streets, somethin I learned in school, on some Million Man March #### for the piece/peace True that, only one life to lead, a fast life of greed Criminally addicted, infested since a seed We all die, breed bleed like humans, towns run by young guns, Outlawz and truants, ####'s deep Turn eighteen, burn my will when I go Burnt my body with my shotty, or chosin my dough So while you reminiscin all nights out with the crew Smoke a blunt for me too, I'm starin through your rearview [Tupac:] Hahahaha, you ain't knowin what we mean by starin through the rearview So since you ain't knowin what we mean let me break down understandin The world, the world is behind us Once a motherfucker get an understanding on the game and what the levels and the rules of the game is Then the world ain't no trick no more The world is a game to be played So now we lookin at the world, from like, behind us Niggaz know what we gotta do, just gotta put our mind to it and do it It's all about the papers, money rule the world Bitches make the world go round Real niggaz do they wanna do, bitch niggaz do what they can't Starin at the world through my rearview Go on baby scream to God, he can't hear you I can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die Gettin high, watchin time fly, ya know/and we'll be [x4: with vocal fade] [Phil Collins:] I can feel it coming in the air tonight, Hold on I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, Hold on [x2]
_______________ البوست ده فيه مآرب أخر
07-22-2010, 01:16 PM
Mohammed Awad Mohammed Awad
تاريخ التسجيل: 11-13-2009
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والله ياشول رجعتنى 5 سنين لى ورا طبعآ عمك دا شريطو حفظتو عن ظهر قلب كنت وحلان لى بى عربية فى بلد 3 يوم بنى ادم ما شُفتة بنى ادم شنو... بث راديو مافى خلى بنى ادم ومافى غير الشريط بتاع عمك دا ينتهى اقلبو ينتهى اقلبو... فى الاخر يوم الصباح بدرى الراديو اشتغل.. اول شى جابو اغنية لى محمد وردى اسمها ياطيور الخريف... بينى وبين نفسى قلت لو والله لو عارف الخريف العملا فينا ماتغنى ليو كلو كلو
07-22-2010, 07:28 PM
شول اشوانق دينق شول اشوانق دينق
تاريخ التسجيل: 02-13-2006
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Quote: والله ياشول رجعتنى 5 سنين لى ورا طبعآ عمك دا شريطو حفظتو عن ظهر قلب كنت وحلان لى بى عربية فى بلد 3 يوم بنى ادم ما شُفتة بنى ادم شنو... بث راديو مافى خلى بنى ادم ومافى غير الشريط بتاع عمك دا ينتهى اقلبو ينتهى اقلبو... فى الاخر يوم الصباح بدرى الراديو اشتغل.. اول شى جابو اغنية لى محمد وردى اسمها ياطيور الخريف... بينى وبين نفسى قلت لو والله لو عارف الخريف العملا فينا ماتغنى ليو كلو كلو
محمد عوض الأخبار يا عمك؟ تمام الأغنية رجعك ورا 5 سنين ... أنا الأغنية دي ودتني قدام 15 سنة بإعتبار ما سيكون. أبشر بالخير يا ود عوض.
07-22-2010, 01:20 PM
صلاح أبودية صلاح أبودية
تاريخ التسجيل: 03-29-2008
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شول تحياتى وكيف حالك ؟ عفوا يا شول هذه الأغنية تحتوى على كلمات بذيئة وخادشة للحياء ــ سماحتك تجبرنى أن أطلب منك سحبها وسحب الـ text بتاعها مع كامل إحترامى !!
07-22-2010, 07:37 PM
شول اشوانق دينق شول اشوانق دينق
تاريخ التسجيل: 02-13-2006
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Quote: شول تحياتى وكيف حالك ؟ عفوا يا شول هذه الأغنية تحتوى على كلمات بذيئة وخادشة للحياء ــ سماحتك تجبرنى أن أطلب منك سحبها وسحب الـ text بتاعها مع كامل إحترامى !!
جنابو صلاح أبودية مع إحترامي الشديد للأسف حاضطر اواصل بالأغنية دي مع الإعتذار العميق ليك.
تحياتي
07-22-2010, 07:37 PM
Salahaldeen Nadir Salahaldeen Nadir
تاريخ التسجيل: 08-03-2006
مجموع المشاركات: 987
Major! Hell motherfuckin yeah This one goes out to my nigga Mike Coolin, hell yeah Mama raised a hellrazor... born thuggin Heartless and mean, muggin at sixteen On the scene watchin fiends buggin Kickin up dust with the older G's Soakin up the game that was told to me I ain't never touched a gat that I couldn't shoot, I learned not to trust the bitch from the prostitutes, was taught lessons A young nigga askin questions while other suckers was guessin I was gangsta sexin Elementary wasn't meant for me, can't regret it I'm headed for the penitentiary, I'm cuttin class and I'm buckin blastin, straight mashin Mobbin through the overpass laughin While these other motherfuckers try to figure out, no doubt They jealous of a nigga's clout, tell me Lord Can ya feel me? I keep my finger on the trigger Cause some nigga tried to kill me and mama raised a hellraizor, everyday gettin paid Police on my pager, straight stressin A fugitive my occupation is under question Wanted for investigation, and even though I'm marked for death, I'ma spark til I lose my breath Motherfuckers, every time I see the paper I see my picture, when a nigga's gettin richer They come to get ya, it's like a motherfuckin trap And they wonder why it's hard bein black Dear Lord can ya feel me, gettin major, unhh
[Chorus: Stretch]
Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin major Lord be my savior, unnh [Repeat 4X] Mama raised a hellrazor [2Pac] Dear Lord can ya feel me Stress gettin major, unnh Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin major
Tell me Lord can ya feel me, show a sign Damn near running outta time, everybody's dyin Mama raised a hellrazor, I can't figure Why you let the police beat down niggaz I'm startin to think all the rich in the world is safe While the po' babies restin in the early graves God come save the youth Ain't nothin else to do but have faith in you Dear Lord I live the life of a Thug, hope you understand Forgive me for my mistakes, I gotta play my hand And my hand's on the sixteen-shot, semi-automatic crooked cop killin Glock, tell me Lord Can ya feel me? Show a way I'm prayin but my enemies won't go away And everywhere I turn I see niggaz burn Every nigga that I know's on death row My younger homey's seventeen and he paid a price Little young motherfucker doin triple life Though I tell him in his letters, it's gettin better If my nigga knew the truth he'd hit the roof Just heard ya baby's mama was smoked out, ######## the drama Wanna break my Loc out, smokin blunts Gettin drunk off that Tanqueray gin Bout to break my nigga out the fuckin pen Mama raised a hellrazor, uhh, yeah C'mon, uhh, mama raised a hellrazor Uhh, dear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin major (Lord be my savior, unnh)
[Chorus: Stretch]
Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin major Lord be my savior, unhh [repeat 2X] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin major
Dear Lord can ya hear me, it's just me A young nigga tryin to make it on these rough streets I'm on my knees beggin please come and SAVE ME THE WHOLE WORLD done made a nigga crazy! I got my three-five-seven can't control it Screamin die motherfucker and he's loaded Everybody run for cover, aww #### Thug Life motherfucker, duck quick Now am I wrong if I am don't worry me Cause do or die gettin high til the bury me Dear Lord if ya hear me, tell me why Little girl like LaTasha, had to die She never got to see the bullet, just heard the shot Her little body couldn't take it, it shook and dropped And when I saw it on the news I see busta girl killin 'Tasha Now I'm screamin ######## the world, in the end it's my friends, that flip-flop Lip-locked on my ######## when my #### drop Thug Life motherfucker I lick shots Every nigga on my block dropped two cops Dear Lord can ya hear me, when I die Let a nigga be strapped, fucked up, and high with my hands on the trigger, Thug nigga Stressin like a motherfuckin drug dealer And even in the darkest nights, I'm a Thug for Life I got the heart to fight now Mama raised a hellraiser why cry That's just life in the ghetto, do or die
مية المية يا صلاح الدين نادر
07-22-2010, 07:54 PM
Salahaldeen Nadir Salahaldeen Nadir
تاريخ التسجيل: 08-03-2006
مجموع المشاركات: 987
محمد مختار ممكن غايتو ما متأكد بس السودانيين معروفين كلو شئ سمح بحبو ينسبو لروحهم وكل شئ كعب بينفوه منهم ويكون ما تبعهم وينكروه مرة وااحدة والله واحد.
Changes lyrics
[1] Come on come on I see no changes wake up in the morning and I ask myself is life worth living should I blast myself? I'm tired of bein' poor & even worse I'm black my stomach hurts so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch Cops give a damn about a negro pull the trigger kill a nigga he's a hero Give the crack to the kids who the hell cares one less hungry mouth on the welfare First ship 'em dope & let 'em deal the brothers give 'em guns step back watch 'em kill each other It's time to fight back that's what Huey said 2 shots in the dark now Huey's dead I got love for my brother but we can never go nowhere unless we share with each other We gotta start makin' changes learn to see me as a brother instead of 2 distant strangers and that's how it's supposed to be How can the Devil take a brother if he's close to me? I'd love to go back to when we played as kids but things changed, and that's the way it is
[Bridge w/ changing ad libs] Come on come on That's just the way it is Things'll never be the same That's just the way it is aww yeah [Repeat]
[2] I see no changes all I see is racist faces misplaced hate makes disgrace to races We under I wonder what it takes to make this one better place, let's erase the wasted Take the evil out the people they'll be acting right 'cause both black and white is smokin' crack tonight and only time we chill is when we kill each other it takes skill to be real, time to heal each other And although it seems heaven sent We ain't ready, to see a black President, uhh It ain't a secret don't conceal the fact the penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks But some things will never change try to show another way but you stayin' in the dope game Now tell me what's a mother to do bein' real don't appeal to the brother in you You gotta operate the easy way "I made a G today" But you made it in a sleazy way sellin' crack to the kid. " I gotta get paid," Well hey, well that's the way it is
[Bridge]
[Talking:] We gotta make a change... It's time for us as a people to start makin' some changes. Let's change the way we eat, let's change the way we live and let's change the way we treat each other. You see the old way wasn't working so it's on us to do what we gotta do, to survive.
[3] And still I see no changes can't a brother get a little peace It's war on the streets & the war in the Middle East Instead of war on poverty they got a war on drugs so the police can bother me And I ain't never did a crime I ain't have to do But now I'm back with the facts givin' it back to you Don't let 'em jack you up, back you up, crack you up and pimp slap you up You gotta learn to hold ya own they get jealous when they see ya with ya mobile phone But tell the cops they can't touch this I don't trust this when they try to rush I bust this That's the sound of my tool you say it ain't cool my mama didn't raise no fool And as long as I stay black I gotta stay strapped & I never get to lay back 'Cause I always got to worry 'bout the pay backs some buck that I roughed up way back comin' back after all these years rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat that's the way it is uhh
[Bridge 'til fade]
07-22-2010, 07:59 PM
شول اشوانق دينق شول اشوانق دينق
تاريخ التسجيل: 02-13-2006
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ليس غضباُ إنما تقييم موطئ القدم حتي لا ينخدع الفرد منا بالبرق الخلب.
ساكون هنا وإن غضبت ماذا سافعل يا تري! لا شئ للأسف فانا مجرد غريب سيشد رحاله ذات يوم إلي حيث أتي غير مأسوفاً عليه وأظنهم سيغنون لي الأغنية التالي:
Hit 'Em Up Featuring Outlawz] Intro: Tupac I ain't got no motherfuckin friends That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucker (take money) West side!! Bad Boy killers (take money) You know the realest is niggaz (take money) We bring it to you (take money) Verse One: Tupac First off, ######## your bitch in the clit you claim West side when we ride come equipped with game You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife We bust on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for life Plus Puffy tryin ta see me weak hearts I rip Biggie Smallz and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some mark ####### bitches We keep on comin' while we runnin for ya jewels steady gunnin, keep on bustin at the fools, you know the rules Little Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya cut your young ####### up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased Lil Kim, don't ######## around with real G's Quick to snatch yo' ugly ####### off tha street, so ######## peace I let them niggas know it's on for life So let the West side ride tonight hahahah Bad Boy murdered on wax, and killed ######## wit' me and get ya caps peeled, you know ... see ...
Chorus: Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac Call the cops, when you see Tupac, uhh Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace NIGGA, I hit em' up...
Interlude: Tupac Check this out, you muthafuckas know what time it is I don't even know why I'm on this track ya'll nigguz ain't even on my level I'ma let my little homies ride on you bitch made-####### bad boy bitches -- deal with it!! Verse Two: Get out the way yo, get out the way yo Biggie Smallz just got dropped Little Moo, pass the Mac, and let me hit him in his back Frank White need to get spanked right, for settin tracks little accident murderer, and I ain't never heard-a ya Poisinous gats attack when I'm servin ya Spank the shank ya whole style when I dank Guard your rank, cause I'ma slam you in the pavement Puffy weaker that a fuckin rocka wanna do, nigga and, I'll smoke ya junior mafia in front of you, nigga With the ready power tuckin my Guess under my Eddie Bauer ya clout, pretty sour I get packages every hour and hit em up
Chorus
Verse Three: Tupac Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel this aint no freestyle battle, all you niggaz gettin killed with ya mouths open tryin to come up offa me, you in the clouds hoping smokin dope it's like a sherm high Niggaz think they learned to fly But they burned muthafucka, you deserve to die Talkin bout you gettin money, but its funny to me All you niggaz living bummy, while you fuckin' wit me I'm a self made milionare Thug Livin out a prison, pistols in the air, hahaha Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on my couch and beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house, ahh Now its all about Versacci, you copied my style Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it, and smiled Now I'm bout to set the record straight, with my AK I'm still the thug you love to hate Motherfucker, I hit em up
Verse Four: I'm from N-E-W Jerz, where plenty murders occur No points to be calmer, we bringin drama to all you heards Knuckle check the scenario, Little Cease I bring you fake G's to your knees Coppin pleas cuz this ain't your area Lil Kim, is you coked up, or doped up? Get ya lil Junior Whopper click smoked up, what the ######## is you STUPID?!?! I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn with my click #####n, shootin and pollutin ya block with 15 shots cock glock to your knot Outlaw mafia click movin up another notch And you bast stops squaws get mopped and dropped All your fake-####### east coast props brainstormed and locked Verse Four: Youse a, beat biter, a Pac style taker I'll tell you to ya face you aint #### but a faker Softer than Alize with a chaser Bout to get murdered for the paper Idi Amin approach the scene Write a caper, like a loc, with little ceaser in a choke hold Totin smoke, we aint no muthafuckin joke Thug Life, niggaz betta be knowin, we approchin in the wide open, guns smokin no need for hopin its a battle lost, I got across Soon as the funk was poppin off Nigga I hit em up
Outro: Tupac Now you tell me who won I see them, they run They don't wanna see us Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. click dressin up tryin ta be us How the ######## they gonna be the mob when we always on our job We millionaires, killin ain't fair but somebody gotta do it Oh yeah, Mobb Deep, you wanna ######## with us? You little young ####### motherfuckers Don't one of you niggaz got sickle cell or somethin? You fuckin with me nigga you ######## around and have a seizure or a heart-attack You better back the ######## up, fore you get smacked the ######## up That's how we do it on our side Any of you niggaz from New York that wanna bring it bring it But we ain't singin, we bringin drama ######## you and your motherfuckin mama We gonna kill all you motherfuckers Now when I came out I told you it was just about Biggie Then everybody had to open their mouth with a motherfuckin opinion Well this how we gonna do this ######## Mobb Deep ######## Biggie ######## Bad Boy as a staff record label and as a motherfuckin crew And if you wanna be down with Bad Boy Then ######## you too Chino XL, ######## you too All you motherfuckers, ######## you too
(take money) (take money)
Alla y'all motherfuckers, ######## you die slow motherfucker My fo'-fo' make sure all y'all kids don't grow You motherfuckers can't be us or see us We the motherfuckin Thug Life ridahs West side till we die! Out here in California we warn ya we'll bomb on you motherfuckers We do our job You think you mob, nigga we the motherfuckin mob Ain't nuttin but killers and the real niggaz All you motherfuckers feel us Our ####'s going triple and four-quadruple
(take money)
You niggaz blast as our staff got guns at they motherfuckers back, you know how it is When we drop records they feel it You niggaz can't feel it We the realest, ######## EM, we Bad Boy killin *echoes
Only God can judge me, is that right? [synth voice] Only God can judge me now Only God baby, nobody else, nobody else All you other motherfuckers get out my business
[Verse One: 2Pac]
Perhaps I was blind to the facts, stabbed in the back I couldn't trust my own homies just a bunch a dirty rats Will I, succeed, paranoid from the weed And hocus pocus try to focus but I can't see And in my mind I'ma blind man doin time Look to my future cause my past, is all behind me Is it a crime, to fight, for what is mine? Everybody's dyin tell me what's the use of tryin I've been Trapped since birth, cautious, cause I'm cursed And fantasies of my family, in a hearse And they say it's the white man I should fear But, it's my own kind doin all the killin here I can't lie, ain't no love for the other side Jealousy inside, make em wish I died Oh my Lord, tell me what I'm livin for Everybody's droppin got me knockin on heaven's door And all my memories, of seein brothers bleed And everybody grieves, but still nobody sees Recollect your thoughts don't get caught up in the mix Cause the media is full of dirty tricks Only God can judge me
[Chorus: 2Pac]
[synth voice] Only God can judge me That's right baby, yeah baby [synth voice] Only God Hahahahahahahaha [synth + Pac] Only God can judge me, only God can judge [synth cont.] me, only God Only God can judge me [synth + Pac] Only God can judge me And only God can [synth voice] Only God can judge me, only God Only God can judge me [synth + Pac] Only God can judge me Only God can judge me [synth voice] Only God can judge me, only God Only God can judge me [synth voice] Only God can judge me now
[heart monitor: long beep] Flatline!
[Verse Two: 2Pac]
I hear the doctor standing over me [heart monitor: beeping slowly] screamin I can make it Got a body full of bullet holes layin here naked Still I, can't breathe, somethings evil in my IV Cause everytime I breathe, I think they killin me [beeping sound stops] I'm having nightmares, homicidal fantansies I wake up stranglin, danglin my bed sheets I call the nurse cause it hurts, to reminisce How did it come to this? I wish they didn't miss Somebody help me, tell me where to go from here Cause even Thugs cry, but do the Lord care? Try to remember, but it hurts I'm walkin through the ce####ry talkin to the, dirt I'd rather die like a man, than live like a coward There's a ghetto up in Heaven and it's ours, Black Power is what we scream as we dream in a paranoid state And our fate, is a lifetime of hate Dear Mama, can you save me? And ######## peace Cause the streets got our babies, we gotta eat No more hesitation each and every black male's trapped And they wonder why we suicidal runnin round strapped Mista, Po-lice, please try to see that it's a million motherfuckers stressin just like me Only God can judge me
[Chorus w/ variations]
[Interlude: 2Pac]
That which does not kill me can only make me stronger (That's for real) and I don't see why everybody feel as though that they gotta tell me how to live my life (You know?) Let me live baby, let me live
[Verse Three: Rappin 4-Tay, Tupac]
Pac I feel ya, keep servin it on the reala For instance say a playa hatin mark is out to kill ya Would you be wrong, for buckin a nigga to the pavement? He gon' get me first, if I don't get him fool start prayin Ain't no such thing as self-defense in the court of law So judge us when we get to where we're goin wearin a cross, that's real Got him, lurked him, crept the ######## up on him Sold a half a million tapes now everybody want him After talkin behind my back like a bitch would Tellin them niggaz, "You can fade him," punk I wish you would It be them same motherfuckers in your face that'll rush up in your place to get your safe, knowin you on that paper chase Grass, glass, big screen and leather couch My new #### is so fetti already sold a key of ounce Bitch, remember Tupac and 4-Tay Them same two brothers dodgin bullets representin the Bay Pac when you was locked down, that's when I'll be around Start climbing up the charts, so sick, but they tried to clown That's why they ride the bandwagon still be draggin sellin lies Don't think I don't see you haters, I know you all in disguise
Guess you figure you know me cause I'm a Thug That love to hit the late night club, drink then buzz Been livin lavish like a player all day Now I'm bout to floss em off, player #### with 4-Tay Only God can judge me
[Chorus w/ variations]
[4Tay] Only God main [2Pac] That right? [4Tay] That's real [2Pac] Hahahahahaha [4Tay] ######## everybody else, yaknowhatI'msayin? [2Pac] Man, look here man My only fear of death is comin back to the streets reincarnated That's for the homey mental We up out
07-23-2010, 01:03 PM
Tragie Mustafa Tragie Mustafa
تاريخ التسجيل: 03-29-2005
مجموع المشاركات: 49964
عزينا شول يا سلام عليك يا فنان . والله يا شول اليوم داك كان يوم أسود . يوم مقتل شكور . قصة طويلة دفنت يا شول . الزول ده تانى أمريكا ما جابت زيو . واو واو
07-24-2010, 10:43 AM
الفاتح ميرغني الفاتح ميرغني
تاريخ التسجيل: 03-01-2007
مجموع المشاركات: 7488
Quote: عزينا شول يا سلام عليك يا فنان . والله يا شول اليوم داك كان يوم أسود . يوم مقتل شكور . قصة طويلة دفنت يا شول . الزول ده تانى أمريكا ما جابت زيو . واو واو
فعلاً يا عثمان توباك ما هين وفقد جلل ياخ.
الفاتح ميرغني حبابك يا صاحب والف مرحب بيك والأشواق تتطاقش يا الفاتح.
خيري بخيت لك التحية ... لك الأغنية التي احب Dear Mama
You are appreciated
When I was young me and my mama had beef 17 years old kicked out on the streets Though back at the time I never thought I'd see her face Ain't a woman alive that could take my mamas place Suspended from school, scared to go home I was a fool with the big boys, breaking all the rules Shed tears with my baby sister Over the years we was poorer than the other little kids And even though we had different daddies The same drama, when things went wrong we blamed mama I reminisce on the stress I caused, it was hell Huggin' on my mama from a jail cell And who'd think in elementary, hey I'd see the penitentiary One day, running from the police that's right Mama catch me, put a whoopin' to my backside And even as a crack fiend mama You always was a black queen mama I finally understand for a woman it ain't easy trying to raise a man You always was committed, poor single mother on welfare Tell me how you did it, there's no way I can pay you back But the plan is to show you that I understand You are appreciated
(Chorus) Lady, don't ya know we love ya Sweet lady, place no one above ya Sweet lady, don't ya know we love ya
Now ain't nobody tell us it was fair No love for my daddy 'cos the coward wasn't there He passed away and I didn't cry 'Cos my anger wouldn't let me feel for a stranger They say I'm wrong and I'm heartless But all along I was looking for a father, he was gone I hung around with the thugs and even though they sold drugs They showed a young brother love I moved out and started really hangin' I needed money of my own so I started slangin' I ain't guilty, 'cos even though I sell rocks It feels good putting money in your mailbox I love paying rent when the rent's due I hope you got the diamond necklace that I sent to you 'Cos when I was low you was there for me You never left me alone 'cos you cared for me And I can see you coming home after work, late You're in the kitchen tryin' to fix us a hot plate Just working with the scraps you was given And mama made miracles every Thanksgiving But now the road got rough, you're alone Tryin' to raise two bad kids on your own And there's no way I can pay you back But my plan is to show you that I understand You are appreciated
(Chorus)
Pour out some liquor and I reminisce 'Cos through the drama, I can always depend on my mama And when it seems that I'm hopeless You say the words that can get me back in focus When I was sick as a little kid To keep me happy, there's no limit to the things you did And all my childhood memories Are full of all the sweet things you did for me And even though I act crazy I got to thank the Lord the you made me There are no words that can express how I feel You never kept a secret, always stayed real And I appreciate how you raised me And all the extra love that you gave me I wish I could take the pain away If you can make it through the night, there's a brighter day Everything will be alright if you hold on It's a struggle, everyday gotta roll on And there's no way I can pay you back But my plan is to show you that I understand You are appreciated
(Chorus)
Sweet lady, lady, lady, lady
نعيم يا إنسان حبابك يا مان
لي قدام
______________ الأغنية دي (Dear Mama)إحتمال الوحيدة لتوباك الممكن مقص بكري ما يهبش منو ولا حرف Looooooolz
07-27-2010, 01:46 AM
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[Chorus - Elton John:] Those who wish to follow me (My ghetto gospel) I welcome with my hands And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold And peace to this young warrior without the sound of guns
[2Pac] If I could recelect before my hood dayz I'd sit and reminisce, nigga and bliss on the good dayz i stop and stare at the younger, my heart goes to'em They tested, it was stressed that they under In our days, things changed Everyone's ashamed to the youth cuz the truth looks strange And for me it's reversed, we left them a world that's cursed, and it hurts cause any day they'll push the button and yall condemned like Malcolm x and Bobby Hunton, died for nothin Don't them let me get teary, the world looks dreary but when you wipe your eyes, see it clearly there's no need for you to fear me if you take the time to hear me, maybe you can learn to cheer me it aint about black or white, cuz we're human I hope we see the light before its ruined my ghetto gospel
[Chorus - Elton John]
[2Pac] Tell me do you see that old lady aint it sad Living out a bag, but she's glad for the little things she has And over there there's a lady, crack got her crazy Guess she's given birth to a baby I don't trip and let it fade me, from outta the frying pan We jump into another form of slavery Even now I keep discouraged Wonder if they take it all back while I still keep the courage I refuse to be a role model I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottle I make mistakes, I learn from everyone And when its said and done I bet this Brotha be a better one If I'm upset, you don't stress Never forget, that God hasn't finished with me yet I feel his hand on my brain When I write rhymes, I go blind, and let the lord do his thang But am I less holy Cuz I choose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homies Before we find world peace We gotta find peace in that war on the streets My ghetto gospel
[Chorus - Elton John]
[2Pac] Lord can you hear me speak!! To pay the price of being hell bound...
07-27-2010, 01:49 AM
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I'm So Paid lyrics Songwriters: Carter, Dwayne; Fisher, N; Thiam, Aliaune; Featuring: Lil' Wayne
Rubbin' on that Italian leather Konvict Jeans on Ay yo Weezy, you ready? Yeah!
I get it in 'til the sun rise Goin' 90 in a 65 Windows rolled down screamin' "Ah!" Hey-ey-ey, I'm so paid
Number one hustler gettin' money Why you wanna count my money? I'm a hustler and don't need them One of y'all, you see, I'm so paid
I see police on that crooked, I Doin' 100 on Interstate 95 My shorty leanin', blastin' that 'Do Or Die' Wishin' that a motherfucker would, 'cause we certified
Got a system that'll beat and knock your wall off Got a pump under my seat, sawed-off Got a bunch of goons, hope they never call off I'm a sniper sittin' on the roof, already saw y'all
Ain't too much to put a strain on me That's the reason why I had to put the blame on me I'd rather have them dollar bills rain on me Than to let them haters come and make a name off me
That's why I get it in 'til the sun rise Doin' 90 in a 65 Windows rolled down screamin' "Ah!" Hey-ey-ey, I'm so paid
Number one hustler gettin' money Why you wanna count my money? I'm a hustler and don't need them One of y'all, you see, I'm so paid
I'm the boss, it only takes one call For a driver to hit you up and drop you off and that's all Guess what? I won't be takin' that fall Homie, I got cake, that's what I'm payin' them for
Ha ha, ain't that funny? 'Cause niggas they want war but ain't got money 'Cause I've seen 'em all talk until they start gunnin' Quicker than Usain Bolt, the fastest thing runnin'
Yeah, Akon! Weezy! Block oil holdin' down Jersey Devine makin' sure we gettin' it up front My little brother Boo got that vision, baby
I get it in 'til the sun rise Doin' 90 in a 65 Windows rolled down screamin' "Ah!" Hey-ey-ey, I'm so paid
Number one hustler gettin' money Why you wanna count my money? I'm a hustler and don't need them One of y'all, you see, I'm so paid
Ah-oh, big money Weezy White wife-beater with the sig underneath it How do I feel? Bitch, I feel undefeated Snap my fingers, disappear from the precinct, yeah
I'm ballin', we ball out Thoughts of we fallin' until the ball bounce I send some niggas with guns at y'all house Only to find out you live in a doll house
Damn! But I thought you was tough though We carry choppers on our necks, call it cut throat We bury powers on the set that they come from We know magic turn weed smoke to gun smoke
We ball first when we ride You in a Hearse when you ride I put my shoe down baby And I'm holdin' down Young Mula baby
That's why I get it in 'til the sun rise Doin' 90 in a 65 Windows rolled down screamin' "Ah!" Hey-ey-ey, I'm so paid
Number one hustler gettin' money Why you wanna count my money? I'm a hustler and don't need them One of y'all, you see, I'm so paid
07-31-2010, 05:12 PM
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