Güncel ve Genel Bilgi Desteği

Unutuldular – Pinhani

Yazar yucin | 22.02.2008 | Kategori Eğlence

Su verdiğin çiçekler küçük bahçemi süsler
Şimdi bütün güller susuz ve kimsesiz
Seni beklemekten , seni özlemekten bu halimiz.

İnandığın masallar birer şarkı oldular
Sana imkansızlıkları unutturdular
Şimdi yarım kaldılar , sen gidince unutuldular.

Masamdaki resimler bir eski filme döndüler
Hergün aynı sahneler , içinde kendimiz
Küçük mutluluklar , çok eski hatıralar içindeyiz.

Sevildiğim zamanlar birer öykü oldular
Meraklı çocuklara anlatıldılar
Aynı olduğu gibi, yaşandığı gibi unutuldular…

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Material Girl 2000 – 50 Cent

Yazar yucin | 22.02.2008 | Kategori Eğlence

if a bitch don´t like me
somethin´ wrong with the bitch (fuck that bitch)
why… oh why… why… you wanna fuck with me now?
yo dave, that shit come with the game baby, the money, you know
thats how the shit work, you know what i´m sayin´
they supposed to love me now baby
i´m doin´ it now baby
hahahaha

[chorus]
girl, what makes you wanna fuck with me now?
i´ve been wantin´ to fuck wit´ you for quite a while
is the money makin´ you wanna fuck with me?
the money gonna make you sell your soul

[verse one]
whoa… if money´s gonna make me slam these hoes… then alright
whattup shorty, i ain´t seen you in many moons
talk to me, how´s life been treatin´ you? good i hope
you got a smile that only a fool would forget
and a figure that´ll leave a nigga droolin´ and shit
there i was, kickin´ my game, pickin´ her brain
buggin´ ´cause a while back i met this bitch on the train
she wasn´t feelin´ me, i pulled up, she wouldn´t talk from the whip
uptown girl, she feel like thats some chickenhead shit
but on the sidewalk we ain´t play games
we exchanged numbers and names
i went back to the range
i heard her girlfriend whisperin´ “i know that nigga, he rich”
she think i got six whips ´cause me and my man switch
anyway, her name is cece
she said she go to bmcc
push a ´98 328 with chrome bb´s
she said she seen me in the onyx video on tv
she liked my part the best, man, this bitch is tryin´ to g me.

[chorus]

[verse two]
it´s hard as hell to find a girl thats really down for ya
type that´ll hold down the tre pound for ya
they into diamonds now, to hell with pearls
these trick niggas fucked up, they done gave ´em the world
hey shorty, why you like me? huh? you like the way i spit?
oh, i hit your girlfriend, she told you ´bout the dick?
nah for real, am i the type that you wanna roll wit´?
platinum iced out, got rid of that gold shit
i love my lifestyle, you too, you love it
that i could blow twenty thousand and think nothin´ of it
know you wouldn´t fuck with me if i had no ends
probably wouldn´t fuck in the whip if it wasn´t a benz
i guess life looks different through them shanel tints
man, i don´t care if these hoes love me or not
long as i rhyme hot i´m gettin´ head in my drop
it goes on and on and on and it don´t stop.

[chorus]

[verse three]
one thing you can always count on is change
and a rich nigga to come put shit in the game
had a 4.0 then jigga made you trade your range
would´ve felt broke if you couldn´t get your change
now it´s hard to find us or stay behind us
while we on the 900 double r hondas
watch the cats who flip bricks recline in the latest whips
while penetentiaries stay packed with cats who sling packs
all these hoes ain´t madonna fans but all across the world
you can find a material girl
i sip dom ´till i earl
take ´em two at a time
quick i get in they mind
have ´em thinkin´ they mine
bust off then tell ´em “bust a uey, on mo´ time”
i´m like the reason ya´ll niggas can´t eat this year
got your bitch breakin´ her neck to peep this here
c´mon… uh huh… c´mon

[chorus – repeat 2x]

fuck you bitch! leave me alone, walk on… get the fuck on…
yo, shorty… tell your friends ya´ll ain´t fuckin´ with us…
aww man… look… he ain´t mean that shit…
c´mon thats just records… niggas is playin´…
we wasn´t serious and shit…

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Power Of The Dollar – 50 Cent

Yazar yucin | 22.02.2008 | Kategori Eğlence

[talking]
ya´ll niggas wanna get high, well we gonna get high then
this shit right here is drugs, ya´ll for sell baby
50 cent uh, take it how you wanna take it nigga

[verse 1]
yo aiyyo, aiyyo, there is six different wings in the spot, choose one
some get addicted, some do it for fun
boy my hoes are clean, just like my guns
and i keep them in a safe place, just like my funds
i keep all my big bills, give my wifey the ones
frontin´ and i´ll clap your ass and leave you for dead son
niggas who know me, know how i get down, i´m fresh out the pound
nypd crit the flip, get on some new york undercover shit
fuck wit dogs you ain´t familiar wit, and get bit
niggas scripted through the hit, for some paper and shit
it´s all about the cash, keep it in a stash
some niggas talk shit wit they ass, i see through them like glass
popo lookin´ for me, for some shit i did in the past
if you don´t like me at first, i´m gonna grow on you like a rash
this rap shit, i got it in smash, i´m built to last
feel the wrath, i bust that ass, sit back and laugh (haha)

[chorus: repeat 2x]
you don´t have to respect a nigga, but respect his cash
cause for the money, niggas will murder that ass
i came up fast, i watched a lot of gats blast
the power of the dollar (the cash, the cash)

[verse 2]
nigga don´t you ever forget, i call the shots
i run the spots, extort your pops, flossin´ drops
i´m “livin off xperience” like lox, i´m hot
check what i got, shorty got knocked
comin´ up out the capsule spot
on the uptown block, he couldn´t run from the cops
so my man got shot
in a jet black brasada, across the street from his mom´s crib on his block
i told him get them niggas that cash, they murdered that ass
niggas told ´em slow down, he was movin´ too fast
heard the shot, went through his face after the glass, he crashed
hit the three on his niggas grass, the cattle said it got low fast
the kid who had it done was a crude fella
who woulda thought he wile out over that mozzarella
we ain´t know them, but now we know better
not to fuck with his cheddar, his man pack a beretta
he won´t hesitate to squeeze that, over that green back
believe that, now niggas know that he´s back

[chorus]

[verse 3]
i ain´t got a worry in the world, if it´s beef, don´t sing it, bring it
parents warn their kids, about people like me
i´m out of order, i turn your only daughter, into a transporter
before i die, i´m gonna see more blow than rich porter (woo)
50 cent, don´t get it fucked up for greens, i for greens
let it go back to smith, i dissect it
i check and correct it, flow perfected
i make shit hectic, i wreck shit, nigga check it
if you ain´t tryin´ to feel the flames from the blast
respect a nigga cash
my smile will rock niggas to sleep, pack heat
fuck the police, handle beef on the street
on a scale of 1 to 10, i´m a 9 with 2 mm´s
if your man want to get involved, i´ll bring it to him
niggas been wantin´ me dead, i´m still here kid
they send their dogs to come get me
they wet shit, but they ain´t hit me
word in the hood is 50, shifty
niggas they don´t want to go against me
cause they know i hunt your ass alive

[chorus]

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What Up Gangsta – 50 Cent

Yazar yucin | 22.02.2008 | Kategori Eğlence

g-unit (what)
we in here (what)
we can get the drama popping
we don´t care (what, what, what)
it´s going down (what)
´cause i´m around (what)
50 cent, you know how i gets down (down)

[chorus: repeat 2x]
what up, blood? (what)
what up, cuz? (what)
what up, blood? (what)
what up, gangstaaa?

[verse 1]
they say i walk around like got an “s” on my chest
naw, that´s a semi-auto, and a vest on my chest
i try not to say nothing, the da might want to play in court
but i´ll hunt or duck a nigga down like it´s sport
front on me, i´ll cut ya, gun-butt ya or bump ya
you getting money? i can´t none with ya then fuck ya
i´m not the type to get knocked for d.w.i.
i´m the type that´ll kill your connect when the coke price rise
gangstas, they bump my shit then they know me
i grew up around some niggas that´s not my homies
hundred g´s i stash it (what), the mack i blast it (yeah)
d´s come we dump the diesel and battery acid
this flow´s been mastered, the ice i flash it
chokes me, i´ll have your mama picking out your casket, bastard
i´m on the next level, right lane forget bezzle
benz pedal to the metal, hotter than a tea kettle, god (what)

[chorus (1st time w/o first “what up, blood?”) (2x)]

[bridge]
we don´t play that
we don´t play that
we don´t play that (g-unit)
we don´t play around

[verse 2]
i sit back, twist the best bud, burn and wonder
when gangstas bump my shit, can they hear my hunger?
when the 5th kick, duck quick, it sounds like thunder
in december i´ll make your block feel like summer
the rap critics say i can rhyme, the fiends say my dope is a nine
every chick i fuck with is a dime
i´m like patty labelle, homie, i´m on my own
where i lay my hat is my home, i´m a rolling stone
cross my path i´ll crush ya, thinking i won´t touch ya
i´ll have your ass using a wheelchair, cane, or crutches
industry hoe fuckers, in the hood they love us
stomp a bone out your ass with some brand new chuckas

[chorus (2x)]

[bridge (4x)]

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you ain´t no gangsta – 50 cent

Yazar yucin | 22.02.2008 | Kategori Eğlence

look if you ain´t worth a mil, you ain´t far from broke
got anought heart to sell weed but you scared of dope
i wouldn´t snitch on my peoples if the feds grabbed me
yo ass would hit more notes than ron isley
i wouldn´t rhyme about rolleys if i had no watch
wouldnt write about crack if i ain´t had no spot
you talk six coupe shit you only pushing a trey
got bitches shutting you down in the c.l.k
for cats like you, crime don´t pay
you just linger in the hood, them niggaz blow you away
you the type to get paper when i´m locked up, get yo jewels rocked up
then have to tuck em in when i pop up
niggaz in the hood sayin “50´s grimy”
cause they hit me wit kosami and now they can´t find me
if you see it how i see it, my watch is yo whip
and i can cop anotha one afta each assist

[chorus x2]
you ain´t no gangsta
you´se a busta, a customer, a sucker
you fake fraudulent motherfucker
you ain´t a gangsta
i should cut ya, cock back and bust ya or stomp you out cause
we don´t trust ya

[50 cent]
you owe a nigga? you don´t wanna pay him?
kill him, that´s what they said ta ta disapper him
y´all ain´t got to believe me
when i´m done with this rhyme if theres time i´ll hit a flick
wit mariella this connect bitch, peruvian chick
she ain´t hot but eevrytime i fuck the coke right drops
when it´s time to get it on (what)
i pull over the thong (uh huh)
fuck till i nut then get up, i´m gone (yeah)
usualy hit it watchin tele way out in l.a.
i like it when she say “papi i feel it in my belly”
call up all my niggaz in new york on the celly
first thing i´m sayin is “nigga what da deally”
pack a trey pound up under my pelle pelle
y´all niggaz want war, clap clap, oh really?
i watch niggaz slang packs in front of the deli
got 20 inch chrome sittin on my perili
lorenzo on the benzo nigga you feel me?

[chorus x2]
you ain´t no gangsta
you´se a busta, a customer, a sucker
you fake fraudulent motherfucker
you ain´t a gangsta
i should cut ya, cock back and bust ya or stomp you out cause
we don´t trust ya

[50 cent]
fix the cell, blast the room devil spray, turnin proof
hoe whip, bulet proof, yopu ain´t fuckin wit me, duke
bricks from filipe, 19 five, what we pay
cop on a week mad hard to catch him on the weekday
niggaz backed up, slugs to the gut, that´ll bet him up
gettin fed thru his arm in a hospital wil slim him up
get it thru yo head, 50 cent don´t care
i cock triggers light the blockup, iller than times square
real shit, you spit it cause you seen it
i spit it cause i did it and i mean it
man, i don´t like none of y´all
fuck around i´ll run in y´all pop one in y´all
had the whole hood talkin bout what i done to y´all
listen i don´t give a fuck if you blood or cuz
i got love for thugs niggaz firing slugs
stage rapping ass niggaz ain´t sold no drugs
gotta show me some love cause my sins are bluffed

[chorus x2]
you ain´t no gangsta
you´se a busta, a customer, a sucker
you fake fraudulent motherfucker
you ain´t a gangsta
i should cut ya, cock back and bust ya or stomp you out cause
we don´t trust ya

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Quiero – Shakira

Yazar yucin | 22.02.2008 | Kategori Eğlence

que me gaste yo la vida
devorando cada pensamiento tuyo
cada paso, que se borren tus lunares
y aparezcan en reemplazo
dibujados en tu cuerpo
cada beso, cada abrazo.
y ahora que estás aquí
yo de nuevo soy feliz
pude entender que eras para mi
déjame quererte tanto
que te seques con mi llanto
que se nuble cada cielo
y que llueva hasta hacer charcos.
déjame besarte tanto
hasta que quedes sin aliento
y abrazarte con tal fuerta
que parta hasta los huesos
y ahora estás aquí
yo de nuevo soy feliz
pude entender que eras para mi
coro/chorus:

quiero exerderme,
perserguirte, pretenderte,
quiero amarte noche y dia,
quiero gastarme la vida
quiero amarrarte a mis
sesenta de cintura
llevarte como a tuataje
quiero perder la cordura…

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Te Necesito – Shakira

Yazar yucin | 22.02.2008 | Kategori Eğlence

si es la lluvia de todos los días
que ha aumentado su nivel
ya la música no tiene el mismo
efecto que solía tener
tal vez haya vivido tanto
en tan poco y tan corto tiempo
que no sé ni que idioma hablo
ni que velas cargo dentro
de este entierro
siento que no tengo fuerzas ya
para saltar y agarrar y sol
y por más que yo intente
no me escucho ni mi propia voz
ya no se si he vivido diez mil días
o un día diez mil veces
y te sumo a mi historia
queriendo cambiar las pérdidas
por creces
coro/chorus:

te necesito, te necesito mi amor
dondequiera que tu estes
me hace falta tu calor
te necesito, te necesito mi amor
porque eres parte de mi
te necesito aquí
y es que no se vivir sin ti
no he aprendido…

y me encuentro así perdida
como una aguja en un pajar
como arenas movedizas
me sumerjo
entre mi soledad
ya no sé si he vivido
diez mil días
o un dia diez mil veces
y te sumo a mi historia
queriendo cambiar las
pérdidas por creces

coro/chorus

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dónde estás corazón – Shakira

Yazar yucin | 22.02.2008 | Kategori Eğlence

dónde estás corazón?
ayer te busqué
entre el suelo, y el cielo, mi cielo
y no te encontré
y puedo pensar que huyes de mi
porque mi silencio una corazonada
me dice que si
dónde estás corazón?
ven regresa por mi
que la vida se me vuelve en ocho
si no estás aquí
y quiero pensar
que no tardarás
porque en el planeta no existe
más nadie a quien pueda yo amar
coro/chorus:

dónde estás corazón?
ayer te busque
dónde estás corazón?
y no te encontré

dónde estás corazón?
saliste de aquí
ay buscando quien sabe
que cosas
tan lejos de mi
y puedo pensar
y vuelvo pensar
que no tardarás
porque en el planeta
no existe más nadie
a quien pueda yo amar

coro/chorus

te busqué
en al amario
en al abecedario
debajo del carro
en el negro en el blanco
en los libros de historia
en las revistas
y en la radio
te busqué por las calles
en donde tu madre
en cuadros de botero
en mi monedero
en dos mil religiones
te busqué hasta
en mis canciones

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Se Quiere, Se Mata – Shakira

Yazar yucin | 22.02.2008 | Kategori Eğlence

braulio tiene ojos grandes y cabellos oscuros,
nunca come en exceso y jamás duerme desnudo
siempre viste de gris, pues no tiene remedio
la tendencia a buscarse siempre el punto intermedio
dana es niña de bien, eso dicen sus padres
nunca llega a su casa a más de diez ni muy tarde,
braulio y dana se quieren como cualquier pareja
pero un día fueron presa de la naturaleza
y de sus propios instintos
no escaparon con suerte
con el fuego por dentro
y las hormonas presentes
por la ley del magneto
se acercaron los cuerpos
coro/chorus:

pero si a la hora del té nada pasa,
oh oh oh
solo te irás lejos de casa
oh oh oh
por haber traido un habitante más
a ingresar a esta podrida ciudad
dónde lo que no se quiere se mata…se mata

ese día llegaste un poco más de las diez
pero el susto se dió unas semanas después
cuando te confirmaron tus terribles sospechas
un niño nacería y ya sabías la fecha
y antes de que el vecino y la familia superian
fuiste dónde el doctor a acabar con el problema
hoy tu vecino esta en casa dándose un buen duchazo
y tu 2 metros bajo tierra viendo crecer gusanos

coro/chorus

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Yazdan Kalma – Barış Akarsu

Yazar yucin | 22.02.2008 | Kategori Eğlence

Buz tutmuş saate bakmak
Anıları söndürmez ki
Bu yollarda yürümek zor
Sanki sonu yokmuş gibi

Sözler gümüş prangalarım
Yağmur ılık göz yaşlarım
Karanlık çökünce şehre
Birden durur yalnızlığım

Kapalı kapılar ardından
Bir mavi ışık sızar
Göremezsin yüreğini
Bu o dersin kalbin kanar

Yazdan kalma rakımsı
Bir tat bıraktı bende
Mezesi paraymış meğer
Yaşadı bu leş şehirde

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