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Lara – Katmer Katmer

Yazar yucin | 29.03.2008 | Kategori Eğlence

Insafin yokmu senin
Hazirmiyim degilmiyim sormadin
asik ettin kendine
sonrada hic orali olmadin

Simdi benden ne istersen
benim sana hayrim yok (x2)
tarafindan katledildim
senin bana hayrin yok

yoooooook

Askta dertler katmer katmer
dertlenirsem & dellenirsem
hak ver hak ver (x2)
Seytan diyor yol ver son ver
sevene de bari son kere şans ver

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Lara – Allah Versin

Yazar yucin | 29.03.2008 | Kategori Eğlence

Herkesin bildiğini kimden saklıyorsun sen
Adın çıkmış bir kere kimi aklıyorsun sen
Hergün başka bir yerde hergün başka biriyle
Gezdin tozdun reklam oldun tüm milletin dilinde

Alem biliyor adam değilsin
Böyle geldin öyle gidersin
Dilenme benden aşk dilenme
Tek sözüm sana Allah versin

Alem biliyor adam değilsin
Böyle geldin öyle gidersin
Dilenme benden aşk dilenme
Tek sözüm sana Alah versin
Son sözüm sana Allah versin

Sen eski sen değilsin değiştin haline bak
Bir öylesin bir böyle ne karasın nede ak
Olamam ben senin gibi yanar döner sevgili
Sana kanmam hiç inanmam çıkar aklından at beni

Alem biliyor adam değilsin
Böyle geldin öyle gidersin
Dilenme benden aşk dilenme
Tek sözüm sana Allah versin

Alem biliyor adam değilsin
Böyle geldin öyle gidersin
Dilenme benden aşk dilenme
Tek sözüm sana Allah versin
Son sözüm sana Alah versin

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Lara – Ada Sahillerinde Bekliyorum

Yazar yucin | 29.03.2008 | Kategori Eğlence

Ah, ada sahillerinde bekliyorum
Her zaman yollarını gözlüyorum
Seni senden güzelim istiyorum
Beni şad et Şadiye başım için

Nerede o mis gibi leylaklar
Sararıp solmak üzere yapraklar
Bana mesken olunca topraklar
Beni yad et güzelim başın için

Adalardan modalara geçilir
Yar elinden zehir olsa içilir
Bu dünyada başa gelen çekilir
Beni şad et şadiye başın için

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Lara – Adam Gibi Adam

Yazar yucin | 29.03.2008 | Kategori Eğlence

Bizim kaderimiz böyle dogustan hic sansimiz yok
düsemedik dengi dengine mutluluğa hakkimiz yok

Adam gibi adam yok nerde anam yada bize ras gelmez
hele bakin bakin hele millete kare kare bize tek pas vermez
yolunu tutan tutan bulafı hemen yutan bize lokma vermez

Ne olacak bilmem halimiz
kim mutlukim hangimiz
severiz ihanet görürüz
yine ask ister kalbimiz

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Leman Sam – Sen Aşkımdan Vazgeçme

Yazar yucin | 29.03.2008 | Kategori Eğlence

Taşırım ben hasretin yükünü
Acılarım koynumda sır gibi
Açarım baharda çiçek gibi
Dolarım içine gün gibi

Yeterki sen üzülme kendine dert etme
Varsın uzasın yollar sen aşkımdan vaz geçme
Yeterki sen üzülme kendine dert etme
Seni bir ömür beklerim sen aşkımdan vaz geçme

Karışır hüzünlenirim sen aldırma
Susar dinlerim yanarım ben aşkınla
Karışır hüzünlenirim sen aldırma
İçimde taşırım sesini hala

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Loreena McKennit – God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen

Yazar yucin | 29.03.2008 | Kategori Eğlence

God rest ye merry, gentlemen,
Let nothing you dismay
Remember Christ our Saviour
Was born on Christmas Day
To save us all from Satan’s power
When we were gone astray.
O tidings of comfort and joy,comfort and joy;
O tidings of comfort and joy!
From God our Heavenly Father
A blessed angel came
And unto certain shepherdsBrought tidings of the same
How in that Bethlehem was born
The son of God by name
“Fear not,” then said the angel
“Let nothing you affright
This day is born a saviour
Of a pure virgin bright
To free all those who trust in him
From Satan’s pow’r and might”
The shepherds at those tidings
Rejoiced much in mind,
And left their flocks a-feeding
In tempest, storm and wind
And went to Bethlehem straightaway
This blessed babe to find
But when to Bethlehem they came
Whereat this infant lay
They found him in a manger
Where oxen feed on hay
His mother Mary kneeling
Unto the Lord did pray
Now to the Lord sing praises
All you within this place
And with true love and brotherhood
Each other now embrace
This holy tide of Christmas
All others doth deface

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Limp Bizkit – Eat You Alive

Yazar yucin | 29.03.2008 | Kategori Eğlence

Hey you,
Mrs. I-don’t-know-what-the-fuck-your-name-is,
I’m drawn to you.
Something’s magnetic here.
If I could approach you
or even get close to the scent
that you left behind, I’d be fine
No doubt now (no doubt)
you bring out (bring out)
the an-i-mal inside

I’D EAT YOU ALIVE!!!! i’d eat you alive…..
I’D EAT YOU ALIVE!!!! i’d eat you alive……

Hey you,
Mrs. too-good-to-look-my-way
and that’s cool you want nothing at all to do with me.
But I want you,
ain’t nothing wrong with wanting you cause
I’m a man and I can think what the hell I want,
you got that straight?

No doubt now (no doubt),
I’d love to (id love)
sniff on your panties now.

I’D EAT YOU ALIVE!!!! i’d eat you alive…..
I’D EAT YOU ALIVE!!!! i’d eat you alive……

I’m sorry. So sorry (damn, you’re so hot!!)
Your beauty is so vague (damn you’re so hot!!)
it drives me,yes it drives me (damn your so hot)
absolutely insane

I just want to look at you
I just want to look at you, look at you all day
I just want to look at you, I just want to look at you all day
There ain’t nothing wrong, no. There aint nothing wrong with that.

Won’t you seep in (wont u seep in)
under my skin (under my skin)
theirs nothin(nothin) theirs nothin (nothin)
in this world that could wash you away (wash you away)

Won’t you seep in (wont u seep in)
under my skin (under my skin)
theirs nothin(nothin) theirs nothin (nothin)
in this world that could wash you away (wash you away)

I’m sorry. So sorry (damn, you’re so hot!!)
Your beauty is so ?vague? (damn you’re so hot!!)
it drives me,yes it drives me(damn your so hot)
absolutely insane

I’D EAT YOU ALIVE!!!! i’d eat you alive…..
I’D EAT YOU ALIVE!!!! i’d eat you alive……

I’D EAT YOU ALIVE!

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Limp Bizkit – Behind Blue Eyes

Yazar yucin | 29.03.2008 | Kategori Eğlence

No one knows what it’s like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
And no one knows
What it’s like to be hated
To be faded to telling only lies
[Nakarat]
But my dreams they aren’t as empty
As my conscious seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That’s never free
No one knows what its like
To feel these feelings
Like i do, and i blame you!
No one bites back as hard
On their anger
None of my pain woe
Can show through
[Nakarat]
Discover l.i.m.p. say it [x4]
No one knows what its like
To be mistreated, to be defeated
Behind blue eyes
No one know how to say
That they’re sorry and don’t worry
I’m not telling lies
[Nakarat]
No one knows what its like
To be the bad man, to be the sad man
Behind blue eyes.

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Lil Jon And The Eastside Boys – Bia Bia

Yazar yucin | 29.03.2008 | Kategori Eğlence

Big Kap]
Ay Yo check this out, supreme figga nigga Big Kap
Rockin with Lil’ Jon, Eastside Boyz, Chyna Whyte
(Ludacris nigga) Dog (Ay tell them niggaz what’s up though)
If you scared, get the fuck out the club nigga!

[Hook – repeat 2X]
Bia Bia (Get ’em up, get ’em up)
Why you actin’ like a – like a (Push ’em off, push ’em up!)
Bia Bia (Get ’em up, get ’em up)
Why you fussin’ like a – like a (Push ’em off, push ’em up!)
Bia Bia (Get ’em up, get ’em up)
Why you lookin’ like a – like a (Push ’em off, push ’em up!)
Bia Bia (Get ‘me up, get ’em up)
Why you frontin’ like a – like a (Push ’em off, push ’em up!)

[Lil’ Jon]
Well get ’em up (Get ’em up)
Push ’em up (Push ’em up)
Stop actin’ like a bitch and get yor hands up
Well get ’em up (Get ’em up)
Push ’em up (Push ’em up)
Stop actin’ like a bitch and get yo hands up
Well where you from nigga (Where you from)
Where you from nigga (Where you from)
God dammit motherfucker where you from (Where you from)
Well where you from nigga (Where you from)
Where you from nigga (Where you from)
God dammit motherfucker where you from (Where you from)
Well represent yo shit – represent yo shit
Say fuck that clit – say fuck that clit
Represent yo shit – represent yo shit
Say fuck that clit – say fuck that clit
Well you scared (You scared) – You scared (You scared)
Stop actin’ like a bitch you scared (You scared)
You scared (You scared) – You scared (You scared)
Stop actin’ like a bitch you scared (You scared)

[Hook]
Bia Bia (Get ’em up, get ’em up)
Why you actin’ like a – like a (Push ’em off, push ’em up!)
Bia Bia (Get ’em up, get ’em up)
Why you fussin’ like a – like a (Push ’em off, push ’em up!)
Bia Bia (Get ’em up, get ’em up)
Why you lookin’ like a – like a (Push ’em off, push ’em up!)
Bia Bia (Get ‘me up, get ’em up)
Why you frontin’ like a – like a (Push ’em off, push ’em up!)

[Chyna Whyte]
Chyna Whyte don’t suck no dicks or lick no nuts
Bitch I hit licks and flip bricks
Every two hours switch whips to keep the peoples off me
What you know about that No-Doz and coffee
No sleep, I’m lookin’ 40
With three bricks in a 740
Bitch I ain’t got time to party
I’m breakin’ bread with Dominican niggaz
Over a hot Bennigan’s dinner
Thinkin’ how I’ma cop the 6 at the beginnin’ of winter
Chrome it out and then fit it with timber, that’s wood grain
What you ain’t know, this a hood thang
All my thugs let ya wood swang
Bitches make ya ass clap
I’m takin’ all y’all ASCAP and BMI
Catch me drivin’ DUI
Look cause I don’t give a fuck nigga I’m livin to die
Who on this track fuckin with me, y’all is willin’ to try
Chyna Whyte the thug bitch with no feelings inside, motherfucker

[Hook]
Bia Bia (Get ’em up, get ’em up)
Why you actin’ like a – like a (Push ’em off, push ’em up!)
Bia Bia (Get ’em up, get ’em up)
Why you fussin’ like a – like a (Push ’em off, push ’em up!)
Bia Bia (Get ’em up, get ’em up)
Why you lookin’ like a – like a (Push ’em off, push ’em up!)
Bia Bia (Get ‘me up, get ’em up)
Why you frontin’ like a – like a (Push ’em off, push ’em up!)

[Ludacris]
Well pour out the Henn and Coke and fire up that dro’
It’s Ludacris off Old National and Godby Road
The block is sold, “CLEAR!” then I shocked the globe
I clock the hoes, lock do’s and drop the ‘bows
I rock the shows; pop lock and knock yo nose
You Bia’ Bia’, I grab my .44 and mop the flo’
I +Mop & Glo’+; the Feds tryin to stop my dough
They claim they caught me at the docks with a flock of snow
I bring the pain – cock back and swing the thang
Yo’ girl mad cause she told me don’t even bring the thang
And then I told her – I said it’s cool, get at me
And then my voice got raaaassspy
Cause I was smokin’ on some Cali and my eyes were dazed
I was in the zone, coulda thrown up them tre’s
And if you lost, Lil’ Jon’s got some Eastside ways
So stop actin’ like a Bia if yo ass ain’t blaze

[Chorus]
Bia Bia (Get ’em up, get ’em up)
Why you actin’ like a – like a (Push ’em off, push ’em up!)
Bia Bia (Get ’em up, get ’em up)
Why you fussin’ like a – like a (Push ’em off, push ’em up!)
Bia Bia (Get ’em up, get ’em up)
Why you lookin’ like a – like a (Push ’em off, push ’em up!)
Bia Bia (Get ‘me up, get ’em up)
Why you frontin’ like a – like a (Push ’em off, push ’em up!)

[Too ]
Bitch niggaz in the house tell me what’s up
A nigga slapped you in the mouth and told you shut up
Somebody holler get ’em and now you just a victim
Shorty tried to stick ’em, told the pit bull to sick ’em
I know he wanna run but he can’t he assed out
Punched him in his chin and then he passed out
Woke up with his pockets turned inside-out
Always hit them weak motherfuckaz right in they mouth
You better stay out the way and act like you ain’t havin’ shit
Cause niggaz will run up in yo ass like you a nasty bitch
You little bitch, that’s what the callin’ you
You’d be a damn fool to act like you ballin’ dude
Mindin’ yo business, they grabbed you by yo collar
You feel like Marvin Gaye cause they make you wanna holler
But since you can’t run, you might as well fight
Quit actin’ like a bitch and live a real life
You just a – “Bia’ Bia’!”

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Lil Jon And The Eastside Boys – Move Bitch

Yazar yucin | 29.03.2008 | Kategori Eğlence

Here we come – here we come hoe – here we come
Here we come hoe – here we come – here we come hoe – here we come
Here we come hoe – here we come – here we come hoe – here we come
Here we come hoe – here we come – here we come hoe – here we come

[Hook – 2x’s]
Move bitch, get out the way hoe
Fuck that shit, get out the way hoe
Move bitch, get out the way hoe
Fuck that shit, get out the way hoe

[Lord Infamous]
Nigga Three Six Mafia burn inside the southern territorial
Leavin’ a memorial page in editorial
When ? watch yo back go front ?? Scarecrow
Leave ’em stiff and froze my foes and hit ’em like Rose in China snow
Wanna see the costs of the bosses comin’ to toss it
Ain’t no losses, ain’t no crosses, leave you dead in a closet
Family recked from yo death-death, from yo early death
Packin’ some in jars, sendin’ two off for the chef
Cause I melt them with medicine
I’m perscription called death when ?

[J-Bo]
Oh there she go, old triflin’ bitch
Straight take a hoe nigga, always out to lick
And when shit is gettin’ thick
Out the door she split
She straight slick
But I’m slicker than that bitch gon’ get
So now move bitch, get out the way hoe and lay low
So say hoe, you just another stank hoe
Trickin’ on the dance flo’
Lookin’ kinda slutty though
I’m all about my money hoe when I bump on yo stereo
And everywhere I go, it’s the same old shit
Jumpin’ drawz just like a broad, so bitch fuck this now

[Hook]

[Sean Paul]
They know me from my Lac’s and my creases, I’m Sean Paul (Sean Paul)
Slap the fuck out of each and all y’all (all y’all)
I done seen niggaz fall, I done seen niggaz ball
I done seen big girls shake with lil’ bitty drawz (bitty drawz)
And uh, the other day this bitch got smacked in the jaw (in the jaw)
I done seen a whole lot, niggaz ain’t seen what I saw (yeah)
I’m in it too deep, I could never come flaw (come flaw)
If ya talkin’ bout that pistol my nigga you better draw
Okay, always sayin’ shit that I mean
Pelle Pelle, A-Town nigga gotta come clean

[Gangsta Boo]
What’s up motherfucka what’s up
Time to get real crunk, time to tear the club up
All these sissy ass hoes talkin’ shit about this lady
Why you tryin’ to doubt me baby
I’m the shit, you can’t fade me
Now look what done happened, we done hooked up with Eastside Boyz
Bringin’ noise
Makin’ moves like the fuckin’ U-Haul boys
Gangsta Boo be groovin’ always choosin’, what’s up with you nigga
Gangsta Boo be makin’ nothin’ but hits increase to bigger figures
Nigga don’t play with the muthafuckin’ don’t play lady
On the way, God damn what you bitches say
Nigga

[Hook]

[Lil’ Jon]
Ah, Ah, Ahhhh-ha-ha-ha
We comin’ through like the Rock bitch
Knock you out yo motherfuckin’ socks bitch
Droppin’ bows like nothin’ wrong bitch
Bitch I’ll break yo motherfuckin’ nose bitch
Didn’t we tell yo ass to move bitch
Now yo head busted ? two fuckin’ bricks
So get yo fire and dip hoe
Cause a nigga gone off that Quevo
Why you still runnin’ yo mouth bitch
You must’ve not known who you fuckin’ with
We’ll leave you dead in a fuckin’ ditch
Cause we runnin’ with the Three Triple Six
And them guns for them young hoes
We’ll leave ya firm like a dildo
All my niggaz doin’ Fed time
We’ll leave yo belly filled with that iron

[Hook 2x’s]

[Juicy J]
I’m lookin’ for them big butts
Nothin but them quick sluts
Something kinda freaky like skinny hoe givin’ up
Maybe a nigga’ll take the camp
Probably let her ride my lap
Made playaz from the Memphis Tenn, bitch I’m on the map
I’m the kinda nigga bro’ push a 450 hoe
Down the strip, Hennessy I sip on the low-low
Hit me on my ? horn
Can record, make a porn movie
Don’t be choosy with this nigga Juicy
Ready to?

[Chyna Whyte]
What y’all know to be part of this
You gotta be on some heartless shit
And whether it’s legal or dirty, I’ma ball regardless trick
And I don’t give a fuck if you the tallest or the smallest bitch
Don’t none of you hoes know about this order shit
Chyna Whyte I live that street life
And I ain’t gon’ be happy till I got my momma eatin’ right
Still the one to grip that motherfuckin’ heater tight
And I’m still tryin’ to find a motherfuckin’ key to life
Ya heard me

[Hook 2x’s]

[DJ Paul]
I might not be the freshest nigga up in the club
But shoulda seen when I walked in the hoes said “What the fuck”
They saw me VIP in the VIP y’all
With these Rollies and the ? they be wonderin’ “Who are y’all”
We be steppin’ no less than 30 deep and thinkin’ we some stars
My enterage spendin’ no less than 80 G’s on they cars
If I took you to my crib you probably wouldn’t believe or think I’m liein’
Check my soundscan hoe, if I’m liein’ or dyin’

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