Drake - Over

Canción: Over
Autor: Drake
Album: Thank Me Later
Fecha: 25/05/2010 (Creo)

El rapero canadiense Drake siempre me ha llamado bastante la atencion, estando con Cash Money Records, a la altura de tantos grandes, con tan solo 24 años, muchos dicen que sera el sucesor de Lil Wayne cuando este ya no este.

Pero sobre todo este tema, me flipa el estribillo por los versos:

what am I doing? what am I doing?
oh yeah, that's right, I’m doing me, I’m doing me

Que estoy haciendo? Que estoy haciendo?
Oh claro, es verdad, me estoy haciendo a mi, me estoy haciendo a mi.

Y esque creo que hablo en nombre de muchos cuando hacemos algo y solo nosotros sabemos porque lo hacemos y sentimos que no debemos de dar explicaciones a nadie.

Espero que disfruteis el tema.

One Love.

Three 6 Mafia - That's Right (Feat. Akon)

Canción: That's Right
Autor: Three 6 Mafia Feat Akon
Album: Last2Walk
Letra:

[Intro]
Street anthem! (Yessir)
Three 6 Ma-fi-UHHH!
New Three 6 Mafia, Akon
Goin down, yessir
[cell door slams] {Konvict}
Hypnotize Minds! (Yessir)
This what thugs are made of man! (Yessir)
This where we come from
This the artery of the streets man
The heart of it!

[Chorus: Akon]
Despite what you heard, or what you saw
When you look at me man you see hardcore
A real street hood nigga, wish a nigga would nigga
I can give a damn what you think about it all
If you think I'm CRAZY!! That's right
If you think I'm lazy (you're damn right)
Cause it don't really matter what you think about me
Nigga, fuck you pay me~! That's right

[Verse One]
9-9-6, got my hands on my first mill'
Now it's oh-seven, damn near at a quarter bill'
Enemies close, but my 45's closer
You can be the starter, but I'ma be the closer
Damnin what these haters sayin, damnin what these haters thoughts
I reside in mansions they don't, it ain't my fault
Half of the shit I do I do it just to make these suckers mad
And the rides they claimin to get, I already had
Ten dollar tees, but the jeans 1500
Your lifetime dreams I done already done it
Plus I done it wit'cha wife, she said I made her night
But I didn't hit her back cause her mouth wasn't right

[Chorus]

[Verse Two]
Yessir e'rybody in my clique we dra-aa-aank
E'rybody in my clique got ba-aa-aank
E'rybody in my clique we ba-aa-all
Gold teeth nigga comin straight from Nor-naw-aw-ath
E'ryday we hustlin just like Rick Ro-aw-oss
E'ryday we strugglin and e'ryday we sto-aww-omp
These niggaz cain't fuck with my hood, we de-ee-eep
The last thing you see is the bottom of my fe-ee-eet
And I don't give a damn my nig, I'm a fool, I'm a fool
Get the fuck from 'round here, shoulda knew, shoulda knew
Head crackin ya dig, what it do, what it do
And underneath the seat is the heat, I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot

[Chorus]

[Akon - repeat 4X to fade]
Fuck you pay me! Fuck you pay me!
Fuck you pay me! That's right



Bueno otro temazo mas, la base me FLIPA.



Bueno hay que dar una mala noticia desde mi punto de vista:
Se confirma que habra una colaboracion entre Kanye West, Raekwon y ¿¿¿JUSTIN BIEBER???

Fuente:
http://versosperfectos.com/noticias/2010/08/la-colabo-entre-kanye-west-justin-bieber-y-raekwon-se-hara-realidad/


Que triste ¿Adónde vamos a parar?



Siento actualizar tan pocas cosas.


One love!

Foesum - Who Got your Back

Canción: Who Got your Back
Autores: Foesum
Album: Perfection
Fecha: 22-10-1996



Foesum, un clasicazo de Long Beach; No han llegado a la cima pero a mi me flipa. Buen G-Funk.


Y aqui ando descargando mas y mas temas de madrugada, que el jodido calor no me deja dormir.

One lof.

Bun B - Trillionaire

Canción: Trillionaire
Autor: Bun B
Album: Trillionaire
Fecha: 03/06/2010
Letra:

[Intro - T-Pain]
I know they hatin' on me, 'cause I'm the man
I'm too trill homie, I don't give a damn
I'm a self made trillionaire
I'm a self made trillionaire

From the underground to the top
I came from the bottom
Trill niggas don't stop
Let 'em goin' harder
Self made trillionaire
I'm a self made trillionaire

[Verse 1 - Bun B]
Ok, let's get this sh-t crackilatin' ('latin)
No more procrastinatin'
They they told me Bun don't hesitate
Don't keep these buses waitin' (waitin')
I'm puttin' egos and chicken
I'm so e-musculatin' ('latin)
People stop this dance
Say damn this n-ggas fascinatin'
We blow and draw up in the air
You smell it that's the fragrance
I got the focus got the heart
And I got the patience
You hatin' just get off my d-ck
Look like you want some gay sh-t
I'm tryina' take this to the mountain top
Affiliation
But it's a rocky road
And I'm still movin' up and make no movin' us
So keep that pushy get your movey brow (bri)
You might be new to me
But you know why 'ain't new to you
Go ask the white boy
They say he stole the letubula
F-ckin' bad b-tches grab my d-ck against their eubula
Everytime I hit the streets
It's like a f-ckin movie bra
You know what I do to ya
Say glad you gave the studio
They gon' leave you chopped up
Like they was DJ screwin' ya

[Chorus - T-Pain]
Yeah, I know they hatin' on me, 'cause I'm the man
I'm too trill homie, I don't give a damn
I'm a self made trillionaire
I'm a self made trillionaire

From the underground to the top
I came from the bottom
Trill niggas don't stop
Let 'em goin' harder
I'm a self made trillionaire
I'm a self made trillionaire

[Verse 2 - Bun B]
Ok, let's get this sh-t poppin' out
From the goat no I'm about
I don't f-ck with legs
And do my dirty n-gga without a lose
I keep it pimpin' flies
Toast 'em and out the loaf
When you get there to China
You don't need a lot of sauce
I guess my gucci or my baby
Likes a lotta prada
She goin' shopping 'til she drops
She know that daddy got her
But she not checka dance 'his lap
Oh no I got a shada
He keep that shotgun in his lap
And roll without denada
http://latestvideolyrics.blogspot.com/2010/06/bun-b-trillionaire-lyrics-ft-t-pain.html
He keep it tight wide open
He's a hater spotter
And when they roll up on me
Ronin' he's a hater dropper
And he don't mess around
With n-ggas tryin' to play the poppa'
He keep it gangster n-gga
He don't go and spray the chopper
'Cause I don't roll with faith
People in a devil wheel
I represent the G-code
To the leather steel
Don't make me have to draw down
Whenever read appeal
And you don't understand
And Bun B is forever dream

[Chorus - T-Pain]
Yeah, I know they hatin' on me, 'cause I'm the man
I'm too trill homie, I don't give a damn
I'm a self made trillionaire
I'm a self made trillionaire

From the underground to the top
I came from the bottom
Trill niggas don't stop
Let 'em goin' harder
Self made trillionaire
I'm a self made oh

[Bridge - T-Pain & Bun B]
(Do you swear to keep it gangster?)
Gangster in the m-therf-cker trill until I D-I-E
F-ck these other s-ckas

(What's your message to the fakers?)
Ain't throwin' rocks seem high in hands
It don't really matter
Just the dirty south we ridin' men

(How long you been up on the trill sh-t?)
Yesterday they made me and from a baby
Until today they never play me

(Ehh throw your hands up)
For P-A-T and your town
Ain't don't need to slow down
Baby boy, it's about to go down

[Chorus - T-Pain]
Yeah, I know they hatin' on me, 'cause I'm the man
I'm too trill homie, I don't give a damn
I'm a self made trillionaire
I'm a self made trillionaire

From the underground to the top
I came from the bottom
Trill niggas don't stop
Let 'em goin' harder
Self made trillionaire
I'm a self made trillionaire





Bueno pues aqui teneis el adelanto de lo que sera el nuevo album de Bun-B. ¿Y yo? ¡De vacaciones hommie! ¡PAZ!

Mr. Criminal - Gangster Love

Canción: Gangster Love
Autor: Mr. Criminal
Album: Ryder Muzic
Letra:

Gangster Love...
thats the way I wanna love you
you know i wanna give you my gangster love
you know its the way I wanna love you
you know i wanna give you my gangster love
im telling you baby girl i never ever felt like this
the touch you give, the way you move, the way you seem to lick those lips
i like the way you love me girl on the real i do we making it moves and making it love i making it this one just for you
i got a fetish to get it taking trips out to venus
walks in the sunset you know i gotta get it
im a menace yeah criminal thats making it moves i live the life i dont think twice like criminal gots nothing to lose i stay g'd up but theres a price to pay for the things ive done in the pass i just my lose my life today and in the pass i gotta say youve always had my back cold days filled with drama girl i love you for that i have so many reasons to love you for all seasons when im away from home girl you keep a criminal feeling im a gangster baby girl showing you the gangster love im the reason that your dreaming and your fining for that...
Gangster Love...
i meet a girl that said she loves to ride with g's so guess what she wants to ride with me
thats the way i wanna love you
you know i wanna give you my gangster love
i meet a girl that said she loves to ride with g's so guess what she wants to ride with me
you know its the way i wanna love you
you know i wanna give you my gangster love
Ohhhh.....
yes i love you...
c'mon yes i wanna give you my gangster love baby....
you wanna get it...
and you love me and i love you cuz your my gangster love...
Damn baby girl i really really cannot stop your on my mind like all the time i loved to see you one more time
feminine lady but could get crazy in a second the type of girl that i really respect perfected by your creative the make up of all the heavens keeping me in heaven while im with my baby so precious lets just get away me and you lets get some things ill treat you to the finer things of all the girls that got it big and when i meet you felt like i just hit the lottery agony and exctasy this gangster loves a receipe lets just be me and you all i do is keep it true baby girl and its all just for you im a gangsters showing a gangster love tell your daddy your in love with a thug not a scrub Criminals a banging thug always on the role steady stackin on my fuds but as soon as home i gotta get me some of that...
Ganster Love...
I meet a girl that said she loves to ride with g's so guess what she wants to ride with me
thats the way i wanna love you
you know i wanna give you my ganster love
i meet a girl that said she loves to ride with g's so guess what she wants to ride with me
you know its the way i wanna love you
you know i wanna give you my gangster love
sh sh sh yeah...
uh uh uh uh yeah...
gangster love...
it aint nothing but a gangster love...
sh sh sh yeah...
nothing but a gangster love
gangster gangster love


Cada día flipo más con el sonido del talkbox; hasta tal punto que me he fabricado uno casero para la guitarra. Creo que cada dia westside me tira más... Escuchate este temon YA!

Paul Wall - I Need Mo

Canción: I Need Mo
Autor: Paul Wall
Album: Fast Life
Fecha: 29/07/2009
Letra:

[Chorus: Kobe]
We out here, trying to get it rain or shine
can't nobody take what's mine
But people say. ..
"That they gon try to kill me"

Go hard for mine is all I know
I'm trying to get all this dough
I try to say. ..
"If you want me come and get me"

[Verse 1: Paul Wall]
Early in the morning when the sun come up
I be playing my position, trying to chase a come up
I'm on the corner like little kids waiting for the school bus
I'm reggie bush about my paper man I gotta rush

I'm chasing Johnny dame, co vein with diamond crush
I want that TV Johnny watch, earrings and such
I got my mind focused driving in the fast lane
Apple paint and white seats, looking like a candy cane

I'm running marathons, while these lames running sprints
Been pulling all nighters, all year, and ever since
I'm steady grinding on the rise like Honda pants
Partner this is common sense, stacking up dollars and cents

I'm thinking pickett fence, six rooms, that's on a lake
Long as I keep stacking bread like pancakes
I pray with high stakes, so I can crawl down like snakes
Trying to eat them Vincent Anthony steaks, I gotta get more

[Chorus: Kobe]

[Verse 2: Paul Wall]
From a Buick to a Benz, the American Dream
Riding apple over silver with the insides cream
I got my mind on the foreign so I hustle some green
And I'm somewhat color struck cuz I only love green

I'm living the ghetto dream, money, hoes, and cloths
My mind on bankrolls, I stay up on my toes
See I'm working for that paper chasing after that cash
Overtime punching clocks, I call it a monster mash

That paper in my vision, so I grind with precision
A hustler's ambition, to accumulate commission
My eyes is burning cuz I ain't slept in bout a week
And there's no time to eat cuz my body is weak

I'm (?) its time for cash stacking,
there ain't no time for slacking
I'm recking money now, later I'll be Cadillac'n
I'm packing paper and my pockets over flowing to the top
that's why I'm blowing my dawg, I gotta get that money!

[Chorus: Kobe]

[Verse 3: Paul Wall]
The clock keep on ticking and the count down is on
My paper keep on stacking now it wont be long
I'm king kong of the hustle, using mind with muscle
Putting together plots and schemes like a piece to a puzzle

The boys chasing broads, but I'm out here stacking bars
Motivated my screw tapes that's in my ipod
My job is all night my hustle is all day
When you thrown in the game, there ain't no 401K

I got a dream like Dr. King (?)
I swing it like peter parker in the Cadillac
So now I'm changing up the game like a clinic bitch
Hood super star with dreams of getting rich, gimme more

[Chorus: Kobe]




Esta canción me flipa, nada mas que añadir.


Reutilizo el blog para poner alguna canción que me flipe. Empezamos de cero, espero actualizar a diario.


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