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December 20, 2009

Video y letra de All Black de Big L

All Black fue una rola popular en su tiempo. Es, asimismo, una creacion de Big L. Es una de las favoritas de los fans de Big L.

Lifestylez Ov Da Poor & Dangerous, CD donde vino la cancion, recibio millones de ventas. No sabemos ni que decir del video musical. Falta agradecer a You Tube por el video musical.

[Big L]
Yo once agai n it's the Big L, that kid who got much props
from killi n co rrupt cops, with motherfucki n buck shots
So don't step t o thi s, cause I got a live crew
You might be ki nda big but they make coffi ns yo' size t oo
I was taught wi se, I am known t o ext o rt guys
Thi s ai n't Cali, it's Harlem nigga we do walkbys
No one can match me, tax me o r wax me
If you want me t o write you some raps G just ask me
Cause on the shelf i s where your LP cold st ood
Because it was no good, that shit ai n't even go wood
I am n ot the type t o take sluts out, I just fuck they guts out
Get my nuts out, then break the fuck out
Me bei ng a virgi n, that's idiotic
Cause i f Big L got the AIDS every cutie i n the city got it
Once a nigga tried t o stick me fo r six G's
a nd I put mo re holes i n hi s ass than swi ss cheese

Cho rus: Big L (repeat 2X)

(Ducks better scat when the gat goes click-clack)
Or I ama have your family dressed i n all black

[Big L]
I steal lives l ike a st one thief, so leave me alone chief
o r catch a buck shot t o your domepiece
I must warn, I got it goi n on, wo rd i s bond
Ducks be getti n thrown off platfo rms l ike P.M. Dawn
I am catchi n bodies l ike a villai n's supposed t o
A nd I squeeze triggers, n ot just on niggaz but hoes t oo
So don't try t o test me, cause I can't sta nd test-es
Fuck around, I'll i ntroduce you t o your ancest o rs
Step t o thi s a nd get left with a face full of tears, pal
but man you've been rappi n fo r years now
a nd ai n't made a hit yet, you flop i n a split sec
I n the shower's the only time you get your dick wet
I roll with scary crews, I come out of wars barely brui sed
I am putti n motherfuckers on the Daily News
I was a gangsta from the git-go
Leavi n fags i n bodybags with tags on they big t oe

Cho rus 2X

[Big L]
Yo ever si nce I was young, I ripped mics a nd I killed beats
A nd I am known t o milk freaks a nd hit em on silk sheets
No dame can give me a bad name, I got mad fame
I am quick t o put a slug i n a fag brai n
I be placi n snitches i nside lakes a nd ditches
A nd i f I catch AIDS, then I ama start rapi n bitches
I am all about maki n papes kid
I killed my mother with a shovel just l ike No rman Bates did
My old man i n the past, stuck me up without a mask
Then hi s ass cold dashed with my cash fast
Fi fty G's i s what the creep st ole; so the next day
knocked on hi s doo r a nd shot hi s granny through the peephole
That's the type of shit I am on, wo rd i s bond
Got it goi n on, from the break of dawns t o the early mo rn'
You know my style I am wild, comi n straight out of Harlem pal
It's Big L, the motherfucki n Problem Child

Cho rus 2X

[Big L]
Thi s goes out t o all y'all bitch-ass niggaz
So i f your mother ai n't ready fo r a funeral, don't FUCK with me
Cause I know a good way t o get your family t ogether
a nd I ai n't talki n bout a reunion motherfucker
Yo, I am bout t o sign out, but befo re I go
I gotta say peace t o the NFL crew, you know who you are
A nd all y'all niggaz talki n that gun shit
a nd won't bust a rhyme, st op faki n the funk!
Wo rd, I am bout t o get up out of here
Yo I am out B, yo peace man
I gotta get thi s money
So all y'all niggaz on my hitli st get your suits ready
Hahahaha!

mo re

December 19, 2009

Video y letra de All Black de Big L

Para los que desconozcan la letra de All Black les va esta entrada. Contiene un mensaje que merece ser interpretado. Figura como una de las mejores obras de Big L.

El sencillo que acaban escuchar pertece al album Lifestylez Ov Da Poor & Dangerous. En cuando al corto musical, no estamos seguros de que sea el correcto. Sin palabras, nos quedamos, sobre el video.

[Big L]
Yo once agai n it's the Big L, that kid who got much props
from killi n co rrupt cops, with motherfucki n buck shots
So don't step t o thi s, cause I got a live crew
You might be ki nda big but they make coffi ns yo' size t oo
I was taught wi se, I am known t o ext o rt guys
Thi s ai n't Cali, it's Harlem nigga we do walkbys
No one can match me, tax me o r wax me
If you want me t o write you some raps G just ask me
Cause on the shelf i s where your LP cold st ood
Because it was no good, that shit ai n't even go wood
I am n ot the type t o take sluts out, I just fuck they guts out
Get my nuts out, then break the fuck out
Me bei ng a virgi n, that's idiotic
Cause i f Big L got the AIDS every cutie i n the city got it
Once a nigga tried t o stick me fo r six G's
a nd I put mo re holes i n hi s ass than swi ss cheese

Cho rus: Big L (repeat 2X)

(Ducks better scat when the gat goes click-clack)
Or I ama have your family dressed i n all black

[Big L]
I steal lives l ike a st one thief, so leave me alone chief
o r catch a buck shot t o your domepiece
I must warn, I got it goi n on, wo rd i s bond
Ducks be getti n thrown off platfo rms l ike P.M. Dawn
I am catchi n bodies l ike a villai n's supposed t o
A nd I squeeze triggers, n ot just on niggaz but hoes t oo
So don't try t o test me, cause I can't sta nd test-es
Fuck around, I'll i ntroduce you t o your ancest o rs
Step t o thi s a nd get left with a face full of tears, pal
but man you've been rappi n fo r years now
a nd ai n't made a hit yet, you flop i n a split sec
I n the shower's the only time you get your dick wet
I roll with scary crews, I come out of wars barely brui sed
I am putti n motherfuckers on the Daily News
I was a gangsta from the git-go
Leavi n fags i n bodybags with tags on they big t oe

Cho rus 2X

[Big L]
Yo ever si nce I was young, I ripped mics a nd I killed beats
A nd I am known t o milk freaks a nd hit em on silk sheets
No dame can give me a bad name, I got mad fame
I am quick t o put a slug i n a fag brai n
I be placi n snitches i nside lakes a nd ditches
A nd i f I catch AIDS, then I ama start rapi n bitches
I am all about maki n papes kid
I killed my mother with a shovel just l ike No rman Bates did
My old man i n the past, stuck me up without a mask
Then hi s ass cold dashed with my cash fast
Fi fty G's i s what the creep st ole; so the next day
knocked on hi s doo r a nd shot hi s granny through the peephole
That's the type of shit I am on, wo rd i s bond
Got it goi n on, from the break of dawns t o the early mo rn'
You know my style I am wild, comi n straight out of Harlem pal
It's Big L, the motherfucki n Problem Child

Cho rus 2X

[Big L]
Thi s goes out t o all y'all bitch-ass niggaz
So i f your mother ai n't ready fo r a funeral, don't FUCK with me
Cause I know a good way t o get your family t ogether
a nd I ai n't talki n bout a reunion motherfucker
Yo, I am bout t o sign out, but befo re I go
I gotta say peace t o the NFL crew, you know who you are
A nd all y'all niggaz talki n that gun shit
a nd won't bust a rhyme, st op faki n the funk!
Wo rd, I am bout t o get up out of here
Yo I am out B, yo peace man
I gotta get thi s money
So all y'all niggaz on my hitli st get your suits ready
Hahahaha!

mo re

December 18, 2009

Video y letra de All Black de Big L

All Black fue una rola popular en su tiempo. Contiene un mensaje que merece ser interpretado. Muestra los mejores momentos de Big L.

Esta y otra docena de canciones aparecieron en el album Lifestylez Ov Da Poor & Dangerous. El video, en cambio, no es del todo bueno. En cuando al corto musical, no estamos seguros de que sea el correcto.

[Big L]
Yo once agai n it's the Big L, that kid who got much props
from killi n co rrupt cops, with motherfucki n buck shots
So don't step t o thi s, cause I got a live crew
You might be ki nda big but they make coffi ns yo' size t oo
I was taught wi se, I am known t o ext o rt guys
Thi s ai n't Cali, it's Harlem nigga we do walkbys
No one can match me, tax me o r wax me
If you want me t o write you some raps G just ask me
Cause on the shelf i s where your LP cold st ood
Because it was no good, that shit ai n't even go wood
I am n ot the type t o take sluts out, I just fuck they guts out
Get my nuts out, then break the fuck out
Me bei ng a virgi n, that's idiotic
Cause i f Big L got the AIDS every cutie i n the city got it
Once a nigga tried t o stick me fo r six G's
a nd I put mo re holes i n hi s ass than swi ss cheese

Cho rus: Big L (repeat 2X)

(Ducks better scat when the gat goes click-clack)
Or I ama have your family dressed i n all black

[Big L]
I steal lives l ike a st one thief, so leave me alone chief
o r catch a buck shot t o your domepiece
I must warn, I got it goi n on, wo rd i s bond
Ducks be getti n thrown off platfo rms l ike P.M. Dawn
I am catchi n bodies l ike a villai n's supposed t o
A nd I squeeze triggers, n ot just on niggaz but hoes t oo
So don't try t o test me, cause I can't sta nd test-es
Fuck around, I'll i ntroduce you t o your ancest o rs
Step t o thi s a nd get left with a face full of tears, pal
but man you've been rappi n fo r years now
a nd ai n't made a hit yet, you flop i n a split sec
I n the shower's the only time you get your dick wet
I roll with scary crews, I come out of wars barely brui sed
I am putti n motherfuckers on the Daily News
I was a gangsta from the git-go
Leavi n fags i n bodybags with tags on they big t oe

Cho rus 2X

[Big L]
Yo ever si nce I was young, I ripped mics a nd I killed beats
A nd I am known t o milk freaks a nd hit em on silk sheets
No dame can give me a bad name, I got mad fame
I am quick t o put a slug i n a fag brai n
I be placi n snitches i nside lakes a nd ditches
A nd i f I catch AIDS, then I ama start rapi n bitches
I am all about maki n papes kid
I killed my mother with a shovel just l ike No rman Bates did
My old man i n the past, stuck me up without a mask
Then hi s ass cold dashed with my cash fast
Fi fty G's i s what the creep st ole; so the next day
knocked on hi s doo r a nd shot hi s granny through the peephole
That's the type of shit I am on, wo rd i s bond
Got it goi n on, from the break of dawns t o the early mo rn'
You know my style I am wild, comi n straight out of Harlem pal
It's Big L, the motherfucki n Problem Child

Cho rus 2X

[Big L]
Thi s goes out t o all y'all bitch-ass niggaz
So i f your mother ai n't ready fo r a funeral, don't FUCK with me
Cause I know a good way t o get your family t ogether
a nd I ai n't talki n bout a reunion motherfucker
Yo, I am bout t o sign out, but befo re I go
I gotta say peace t o the NFL crew, you know who you are
A nd all y'all niggaz talki n that gun shit
a nd won't bust a rhyme, st op faki n the funk!
Wo rd, I am bout t o get up out of here
Yo I am out B, yo peace man
I gotta get thi s money
So all y'all niggaz on my hitli st get your suits ready
Hahahaha!

mo re

December 17, 2009

Video y letra de All Black de Big L

Para los que desconozcan la letra de All Black les va esta entrada. Fue y ha sido interpretada por Big L. Fue y ha sido interpretada por Big L.

La cancion tiene sus raices en Lifestylez Ov Da Poor & Dangerous. No hay comentarios sobre el video.

[Big L]
Yo once agai n it's the Big L, that kid who got much props
from killi n co rrupt cops, with motherfucki n buck shots
So don't step t o thi s, cause I got a live crew
You might be ki nda big but they make coffi ns yo' size t oo
I was taught wi se, I am known t o ext o rt guys
Thi s ai n't Cali, it's Harlem nigga we do walkbys
No one can match me, tax me o r wax me
If you want me t o write you some raps G just ask me
Cause on the shelf i s where your LP cold st ood
Because it was no good, that shit ai n't even go wood
I am n ot the type t o take sluts out, I just fuck they guts out
Get my nuts out, then break the fuck out
Me bei ng a virgi n, that's idiotic
Cause i f Big L got the AIDS every cutie i n the city got it
Once a nigga tried t o stick me fo r six G's
a nd I put mo re holes i n hi s ass than swi ss cheese

Cho rus: Big L (repeat 2X)

(Ducks better scat when the gat goes click-clack)
Or I ama have your family dressed i n all black

[Big L]
I steal lives l ike a st one thief, so leave me alone chief
o r catch a buck shot t o your domepiece
I must warn, I got it goi n on, wo rd i s bond
Ducks be getti n thrown off platfo rms l ike P.M. Dawn
I am catchi n bodies l ike a villai n's supposed t o
A nd I squeeze triggers, n ot just on niggaz but hoes t oo
So don't try t o test me, cause I can't sta nd test-es
Fuck around, I'll i ntroduce you t o your ancest o rs
Step t o thi s a nd get left with a face full of tears, pal
but man you've been rappi n fo r years now
a nd ai n't made a hit yet, you flop i n a split sec
I n the shower's the only time you get your dick wet
I roll with scary crews, I come out of wars barely brui sed
I am putti n motherfuckers on the Daily News
I was a gangsta from the git-go
Leavi n fags i n bodybags with tags on they big t oe

Cho rus 2X

[Big L]
Yo ever si nce I was young, I ripped mics a nd I killed beats
A nd I am known t o milk freaks a nd hit em on silk sheets
No dame can give me a bad name, I got mad fame
I am quick t o put a slug i n a fag brai n
I be placi n snitches i nside lakes a nd ditches
A nd i f I catch AIDS, then I ama start rapi n bitches
I am all about maki n papes kid
I killed my mother with a shovel just l ike No rman Bates did
My old man i n the past, stuck me up without a mask
Then hi s ass cold dashed with my cash fast
Fi fty G's i s what the creep st ole; so the next day
knocked on hi s doo r a nd shot hi s granny through the peephole
That's the type of shit I am on, wo rd i s bond
Got it goi n on, from the break of dawns t o the early mo rn'
You know my style I am wild, comi n straight out of Harlem pal
It's Big L, the motherfucki n Problem Child

Cho rus 2X

[Big L]
Thi s goes out t o all y'all bitch-ass niggaz
So i f your mother ai n't ready fo r a funeral, don't FUCK with me
Cause I know a good way t o get your family t ogether
a nd I ai n't talki n bout a reunion motherfucker
Yo, I am bout t o sign out, but befo re I go
I gotta say peace t o the NFL crew, you know who you are
A nd all y'all niggaz talki n that gun shit
a nd won't bust a rhyme, st op faki n the funk!
Wo rd, I am bout t o get up out of here
Yo I am out B, yo peace man
I gotta get thi s money
So all y'all niggaz on my hitli st get your suits ready
Hahahaha!

mo re

Video y letra de All Black de Big L

Esta entrada trata sobre la cancion All Black. Ha sido escuchada millones de veces por todo el planeta. Contiene un mensaje que merece ser interpretado.

Esta y otra docena de canciones aparecieron en el album Lifestylez Ov Da Poor & Dangerous. El video fue una buena adaptacion. No hay comentarios sobre el video.

[Big L]
Yo once agai n it's the Big L, that kid who got much props
from killi n co rrupt cops, with motherfucki n buck shots
So don't step t o thi s, cause I got a live crew
You might be ki nda big but they make coffi ns yo' size t oo
I was taught wi se, I am known t o ext o rt guys
Thi s ai n't Cali, it's Harlem nigga we do walkbys
No one can match me, tax me o r wax me
If you want me t o write you some raps G just ask me
Cause on the shelf i s where your LP cold st ood
Because it was no good, that shit ai n't even go wood
I am n ot the type t o take sluts out, I just fuck they guts out
Get my nuts out, then break the fuck out
Me bei ng a virgi n, that's idiotic
Cause i f Big L got the AIDS every cutie i n the city got it
Once a nigga tried t o stick me fo r six G's
a nd I put mo re holes i n hi s ass than swi ss cheese

Cho rus: Big L (repeat 2X)

(Ducks better scat when the gat goes click-clack)
Or I ama have your family dressed i n all black

[Big L]
I steal lives l ike a st one thief, so leave me alone chief
o r catch a buck shot t o your domepiece
I must warn, I got it goi n on, wo rd i s bond
Ducks be getti n thrown off platfo rms l ike P.M. Dawn
I am catchi n bodies l ike a villai n's supposed t o
A nd I squeeze triggers, n ot just on niggaz but hoes t oo
So don't try t o test me, cause I can't sta nd test-es
Fuck around, I'll i ntroduce you t o your ancest o rs
Step t o thi s a nd get left with a face full of tears, pal
but man you've been rappi n fo r years now
a nd ai n't made a hit yet, you flop i n a split sec
I n the shower's the only time you get your dick wet
I roll with scary crews, I come out of wars barely brui sed
I am putti n motherfuckers on the Daily News
I was a gangsta from the git-go
Leavi n fags i n bodybags with tags on they big t oe

Cho rus 2X

[Big L]
Yo ever si nce I was young, I ripped mics a nd I killed beats
A nd I am known t o milk freaks a nd hit em on silk sheets
No dame can give me a bad name, I got mad fame
I am quick t o put a slug i n a fag brai n
I be placi n snitches i nside lakes a nd ditches
A nd i f I catch AIDS, then I ama start rapi n bitches
I am all about maki n papes kid
I killed my mother with a shovel just l ike No rman Bates did
My old man i n the past, stuck me up without a mask
Then hi s ass cold dashed with my cash fast
Fi fty G's i s what the creep st ole; so the next day
knocked on hi s doo r a nd shot hi s granny through the peephole
That's the type of shit I am on, wo rd i s bond
Got it goi n on, from the break of dawns t o the early mo rn'
You know my style I am wild, comi n straight out of Harlem pal
It's Big L, the motherfucki n Problem Child

Cho rus 2X

[Big L]
Thi s goes out t o all y'all bitch-ass niggaz
So i f your mother ai n't ready fo r a funeral, don't FUCK with me
Cause I know a good way t o get your family t ogether
a nd I ai n't talki n bout a reunion motherfucker
Yo, I am bout t o sign out, but befo re I go
I gotta say peace t o the NFL crew, you know who you are
A nd all y'all niggaz talki n that gun shit
a nd won't bust a rhyme, st op faki n the funk!
Wo rd, I am bout t o get up out of here
Yo I am out B, yo peace man
I gotta get thi s money
So all y'all niggaz on my hitli st get your suits ready
Hahahaha!

mo re

December 16, 2009

Video y letra de 93 Million Miles de 30 Seconds To Mars

93 Million Miles fue una rola popular en su tiempo. Es una de las favoritas de los fans de 30 Seconds To Mars. Es, asimismo, una creacion de 30 Seconds To Mars.

No hay comentarios sobre el video.

Where does your garden grow?
Tell me the secrets that you know
An other time, an other place
Where are the holy ones?
Selli ng the secret t o the sun
Welcome t o the Universe
Cross the li ne
Redefi ne
Lose your mi nd
Come crawl i nside

Hey, hey
What've you got?
Doesn't matter t o me 'cause I don't want them
I am n ot the only one

The uni fied divide
Among a nd then deny
Now could you ki ndly cut t o the chase?
It's l ike a Deadsy song
Pretty but somethi ng's always wrong
Show me a secret Mason sign

Cross the li ne
Redefi ne
Lose your mi nd
Come crawl i nside

Hey, hey
What've you got?
Doesn't matter t o me 'cause I don't want them
I am n ot the only one

Hey, hey
What've you got?
Doesn't matter t o me 'cause I don't want them
I am n ot the only one

See
It's i n your eyes
Come break me down
Come break me

Hey, hey
What've you got?
Doesn't matter t o me 'cause I don't want them
I am n ot the only one

Hey, hey
What've you got?
Doesn't matter t o me 'cause I don't want them
I am n ot the only one

Hey
What've you got?

mo re

December 15, 2009

Video y letra de 8 Iz Enuff de Big L

8 Iz Enuff es una composicion altamente apreciada. La verdad, no es una cancion que digamos novedosa, pero vale la pena tenerla. Fue y ha sido interpretada por Big L.

El video fue una buena adaptacion. No nos gusto el video de la rola.

Yo
My crew i s i n the house
Terra, Herb McGruff, Buddah Bless
Big Twan, Killa Kam, Trooper J, a nd Mike Boogie
A nd I ama set it l ike thi s

[ VERSE 1: Big L ]
Aiyo, folks who quote what I wrote get choked
You better surrender befo re you get smoked
You niggas be thi nki n thi s kid i s a joke?
I put chumps t o rest fast, when my Smith-Wes' blast
So just dash o r trespass a nd get your chest smashed
Rap New Yo rk rules, I spo rt jewels a nd ext o rt crews
Don't get me pi ssed, I got a sho rt fuse
I go bezerk when I put i n wo rk o r do dirt, jerk
So stay alert, no smoke, cause these knuckles hurt
I am from the alley, n ot the valley
I am hotter than Cali, wicked l ike Harry
A nd fuck Sally, I rather marry Halle
I revive crowds with live styles
Don't hang with jive pals
Adios, ghost, I am 5 thous'

[ VERSE 2: Terra ]
Well, I am flav, a nd I was down with the crime wave
Now it's time saved, yo, cause now I am a rhyme slave
I n '87 I sold cracks, collected some dough stacks
Hold gats, a joker got hi s soul taxed
N.O. rated, rappers you no-made it
Tell the Terra t o rotate it, hi s raps are gold-plated
Thi s nigga Terra i s past butter, sharp l ike a glass cutter
Ass brother, I leave your rhyme trash gutter
I am mo re rare, the MC i n thi s warfare
Put you i n a mo rgue where it's t oo late fo r that Lo rd prayer
Power struck, Terra drops the follow-up
Sour luck, niggas got a nd popped a nd swallow nuts

[ VERSE 3: Herb McGruff ]
Fo r those that don't know, yo, I am Herb McGruff
I am on some murder stuff
A nd when I talk every wo rd i s ruff
Front on thi s a nd get beat bad
With big bats that brui se, break bones
Then wi nd up bloody i n a bodybag
MC's are live, but I am mad liver
Aiyo, my rhymes are mo re funky than a Afghan cab driver
Step t o thi s a nd get sliced with ease
Ate up l ike rice a nd peas
(Herb, can you fight?) Yo, I am nice with these
Ask the nigga i n my last bout
He thought I just was on some gun shit, I had t o knock hi s ass out
Microphones I gotta tear
Peace t o Big L, straight from hell
I am the fuck up outta here

[ VERSE 4: Buddah Bless ]
Aiyo, it's time t o get drastic, but God bless the fantastic
Herb passed it, now I melt the mic l ike it's plastic
I rag crews cause I am bad news
I n a mad move I am servi n brothers quicker than fast food
Step t o thi s a nd get your body blown
Cause I am a ?nomaticom? fo r poems I slide the hotties home
Here's some advice, I am mad nice
Aiyo, I am quick t o lick the mag twice
A nd cold take a fag's li fe
My swelli n melon got niggas jeali n
Aiyo, fuck bribes, I am taki n niggas lives l ike a felon

[ VERSE 5: Big Twan ]
Yo, I bust chumps l ike a glock 10, when I drops i n
The t op ten i s rocked when it's locked i n
I just abuse the flow, don't need a fuse t o blow
Brui se the groove slow, when I rhyme I just kill the show
I got li nes that's deeper than a jail
Been no frail, kids get nailed a nd read braille when they fail
Yeah, ai n't I nasty, t oo nasty t o trash me
Bash me, aiyo, that's dead, so don't ask me
You'd get bumped off i f beef ever jumped off
I never come soft, I gotta pump that sawed-off
A nd when I let slugs out, you will get rugged out
Fo r di ssi n, you come up mi ssi n l ike a cup scout

[ VERSE 6: Killa Kam ]
Rappers be funny l ike flesh, cause they section's 80 slaughter, son
Talk about ni nes a nd tecs, a nd never shot a watergun
But Killa Kam, I get erratic when it comes t o static
There you have it, a trigger fanatic with a aut omatic
I ncrease the peace that cease cause once I release
My crew from the east, we leavi n at least
20 police deceased, it's the beast on attack
So make tracks, I break backs
I jack with def gats a nd black macs
On Lennox Ave. ai n't no light looks, you fight crooks
Left a nd right hooks, i f you front, get your li fe t ook

[ VERSE 7: Trooper J ]
I am havi n nail-sharp pai ns i n my brai n l ike a hellrai ser
I am blazi n trails from jail cells, so a trailblazer
Who fi nd crime a nd fill the ni ne with n othi n but lead
Boom-bye-bye, dem fi nd an other batty bwoy dead
I n backyard alleys, but I call em crackyard valleys
A nd I pack mo re rallys than riots back i n Cali
A nd people wanna know the reason why I blow my fuse
I am i n a daze a nd I am so confused
>From seei n heads shake so many times the lead make
A nd Mike Boogie's next up, a nd keep my head straight

[ VERSE 8: Mike Boogie ]
I should never rhyme cause every time I step i nt o a contest
Kids evacuate the premi ses l ike it's a bomb threat
Cause they know when I start droppi n poems
That I be knocki n domes, poppi n bones a nd sendi n niggas hoppi n home
Wo rd t o God, it's ki nda hard fo r a fag t o t ouch thi s
So i f you're comi n t o see me, nigga, bri ng a cask' a nd crutches
A nd niggas, I dont' need a gun fo r you, none of you
Cause I can kill you dead with the lead from my No. 2
A nd it's death i n every paragraph
A nd niggas learn when I burn they muthafucki n ass t o ash
No need t o question am I nice, cause it's a fact, friend
I shoot the gi ft l ike Santa Clause with a Mac-10
A nd niggas ai n't half as nice, so they get sacri ficed
A nd sent t o the afterli fe, they ai n't no match fo r Mike
Now I am bout t o skate i n a rush, just fi ni shed maki n it t ough
Peace t o Big L, aiyo, 8 i s enough

True, true
A nd befo re I get up outta here
I gotta say peace t o D-Whiz a nd Sho rt Man
Brothers that was there si nce the begi nni ng
What's up t o Rocki n' Wheel from the Hard Pack Crew
Peace t o Mase Murder a nd the B.B.O. Crew
The Best Out Crew, the M&M Crew
A nd all the other crews that's representi n i n Harlem
You know what I am sayi n?
A nd last but n ot least
I gotta say peace t o the 139th Street NFL Crew
My crew
Wo rd up

mo re

Video y letra de 93 Million Miles de 30 Seconds To Mars

La cancion que les traemos se llama 93 Million Miles. Figura como una de las mejores obras de 30 Seconds To Mars. Ha sido escuchada millones de veces por todo el planeta.

30 Seconds To Mars, sin duda uno de los mejores albumes de 30 Seconds To Mars. No nos gusto el video de la rola. Falta agradecer a You Tube por el video musical.

Where does your garden grow?
Tell me the secrets that you know
An other time, an other place
Where are the holy ones?
Selli ng the secret t o the sun
Welcome t o the Universe
Cross the li ne
Redefi ne
Lose your mi nd
Come crawl i nside

Hey, hey
What've you got?
Doesn't matter t o me 'cause I don't want them
I am n ot the only one

The uni fied divide
Among a nd then deny
Now could you ki ndly cut t o the chase?
It's l ike a Deadsy song
Pretty but somethi ng's always wrong
Show me a secret Mason sign

Cross the li ne
Redefi ne
Lose your mi nd
Come crawl i nside

Hey, hey
What've you got?
Doesn't matter t o me 'cause I don't want them
I am n ot the only one

Hey, hey
What've you got?
Doesn't matter t o me 'cause I don't want them
I am n ot the only one

See
It's i n your eyes
Come break me down
Come break me

Hey, hey
What've you got?
Doesn't matter t o me 'cause I don't want them
I am n ot the only one

Hey, hey
What've you got?
Doesn't matter t o me 'cause I don't want them
I am n ot the only one

Hey
What've you got?

mo re

Video y letra de 8 Iz Enuff de Big L

No se pierdan de esta cancion, titulada 8 Iz Enuff, de Big L. Contiene mucha poesia en su contenido, como veran adelante. Es una de las favoritas de los fans de Big L.

La cancion tiene sus raices en Lifestylez Ov Da Poor & Dangerous. No hay comentarios sobre el video. No hay comentarios sobre el video.

Yo
My crew i s i n the house
Terra, Herb McGruff, Buddah Bless
Big Twan, Killa Kam, Trooper J, a nd Mike Boogie
A nd I ama set it l ike thi s

[ VERSE 1: Big L ]
Aiyo, folks who quote what I wrote get choked
You better surrender befo re you get smoked
You niggas be thi nki n thi s kid i s a joke?
I put chumps t o rest fast, when my Smith-Wes' blast
So just dash o r trespass a nd get your chest smashed
Rap New Yo rk rules, I spo rt jewels a nd ext o rt crews
Don't get me pi ssed, I got a sho rt fuse
I go bezerk when I put i n wo rk o r do dirt, jerk
So stay alert, no smoke, cause these knuckles hurt
I am from the alley, n ot the valley
I am hotter than Cali, wicked l ike Harry
A nd fuck Sally, I rather marry Halle
I revive crowds with live styles
Don't hang with jive pals
Adios, ghost, I am 5 thous'

[ VERSE 2: Terra ]
Well, I am flav, a nd I was down with the crime wave
Now it's time saved, yo, cause now I am a rhyme slave
I n '87 I sold cracks, collected some dough stacks
Hold gats, a joker got hi s soul taxed
N.O. rated, rappers you no-made it
Tell the Terra t o rotate it, hi s raps are gold-plated
Thi s nigga Terra i s past butter, sharp l ike a glass cutter
Ass brother, I leave your rhyme trash gutter
I am mo re rare, the MC i n thi s warfare
Put you i n a mo rgue where it's t oo late fo r that Lo rd prayer
Power struck, Terra drops the follow-up
Sour luck, niggas got a nd popped a nd swallow nuts

[ VERSE 3: Herb McGruff ]
Fo r those that don't know, yo, I am Herb McGruff
I am on some murder stuff
A nd when I talk every wo rd i s ruff
Front on thi s a nd get beat bad
With big bats that brui se, break bones
Then wi nd up bloody i n a bodybag
MC's are live, but I am mad liver
Aiyo, my rhymes are mo re funky than a Afghan cab driver
Step t o thi s a nd get sliced with ease
Ate up l ike rice a nd peas
(Herb, can you fight?) Yo, I am nice with these
Ask the nigga i n my last bout
He thought I just was on some gun shit, I had t o knock hi s ass out
Microphones I gotta tear
Peace t o Big L, straight from hell
I am the fuck up outta here

[ VERSE 4: Buddah Bless ]
Aiyo, it's time t o get drastic, but God bless the fantastic
Herb passed it, now I melt the mic l ike it's plastic
I rag crews cause I am bad news
I n a mad move I am servi n brothers quicker than fast food
Step t o thi s a nd get your body blown
Cause I am a ?nomaticom? fo r poems I slide the hotties home
Here's some advice, I am mad nice
Aiyo, I am quick t o lick the mag twice
A nd cold take a fag's li fe
My swelli n melon got niggas jeali n
Aiyo, fuck bribes, I am taki n niggas lives l ike a felon

[ VERSE 5: Big Twan ]
Yo, I bust chumps l ike a glock 10, when I drops i n
The t op ten i s rocked when it's locked i n
I just abuse the flow, don't need a fuse t o blow
Brui se the groove slow, when I rhyme I just kill the show
I got li nes that's deeper than a jail
Been no frail, kids get nailed a nd read braille when they fail
Yeah, ai n't I nasty, t oo nasty t o trash me
Bash me, aiyo, that's dead, so don't ask me
You'd get bumped off i f beef ever jumped off
I never come soft, I gotta pump that sawed-off
A nd when I let slugs out, you will get rugged out
Fo r di ssi n, you come up mi ssi n l ike a cup scout

[ VERSE 6: Killa Kam ]
Rappers be funny l ike flesh, cause they section's 80 slaughter, son
Talk about ni nes a nd tecs, a nd never shot a watergun
But Killa Kam, I get erratic when it comes t o static
There you have it, a trigger fanatic with a aut omatic
I ncrease the peace that cease cause once I release
My crew from the east, we leavi n at least
20 police deceased, it's the beast on attack
So make tracks, I break backs
I jack with def gats a nd black macs
On Lennox Ave. ai n't no light looks, you fight crooks
Left a nd right hooks, i f you front, get your li fe t ook

[ VERSE 7: Trooper J ]
I am havi n nail-sharp pai ns i n my brai n l ike a hellrai ser
I am blazi n trails from jail cells, so a trailblazer
Who fi nd crime a nd fill the ni ne with n othi n but lead
Boom-bye-bye, dem fi nd an other batty bwoy dead
I n backyard alleys, but I call em crackyard valleys
A nd I pack mo re rallys than riots back i n Cali
A nd people wanna know the reason why I blow my fuse
I am i n a daze a nd I am so confused
>From seei n heads shake so many times the lead make
A nd Mike Boogie's next up, a nd keep my head straight

[ VERSE 8: Mike Boogie ]
I should never rhyme cause every time I step i nt o a contest
Kids evacuate the premi ses l ike it's a bomb threat
Cause they know when I start droppi n poems
That I be knocki n domes, poppi n bones a nd sendi n niggas hoppi n home
Wo rd t o God, it's ki nda hard fo r a fag t o t ouch thi s
So i f you're comi n t o see me, nigga, bri ng a cask' a nd crutches
A nd niggas, I dont' need a gun fo r you, none of you
Cause I can kill you dead with the lead from my No. 2
A nd it's death i n every paragraph
A nd niggas learn when I burn they muthafucki n ass t o ash
No need t o question am I nice, cause it's a fact, friend
I shoot the gi ft l ike Santa Clause with a Mac-10
A nd niggas ai n't half as nice, so they get sacri ficed
A nd sent t o the afterli fe, they ai n't no match fo r Mike
Now I am bout t o skate i n a rush, just fi ni shed maki n it t ough
Peace t o Big L, aiyo, 8 i s enough

True, true
A nd befo re I get up outta here
I gotta say peace t o D-Whiz a nd Sho rt Man
Brothers that was there si nce the begi nni ng
What's up t o Rocki n' Wheel from the Hard Pack Crew
Peace t o Mase Murder a nd the B.B.O. Crew
The Best Out Crew, the M&M Crew
A nd all the other crews that's representi n i n Harlem
You know what I am sayi n?
A nd last but n ot least
I gotta say peace t o the 139th Street NFL Crew
My crew
Wo rd up

mo re

Video y letra de 93 Million Miles de 30 Seconds To Mars

93 Million Miles es una melodia bastante bella. La verdad, no es una cancion que digamos novedosa, pero vale la pena tenerla. Es una de las favoritas de los fans de 30 Seconds To Mars.

30 Seconds To Mars, sin duda uno de los mejores albumes de 30 Seconds To Mars. El video fue una buena adaptacion. Sin palabras, nos quedamos, sobre el video.

Where does your garden grow?
Tell me the secrets that you know
An other time, an other place
Where are the holy ones?
Selli ng the secret t o the sun
Welcome t o the Universe
Cross the li ne
Redefi ne
Lose your mi nd
Come crawl i nside

Hey, hey
What've you got?
Doesn't matter t o me 'cause I don't want them
I am n ot the only one

The uni fied divide
Among a nd then deny
Now could you ki ndly cut t o the chase?
It's l ike a Deadsy song
Pretty but somethi ng's always wrong
Show me a secret Mason sign

Cross the li ne
Redefi ne
Lose your mi nd
Come crawl i nside

Hey, hey
What've you got?
Doesn't matter t o me 'cause I don't want them
I am n ot the only one

Hey, hey
What've you got?
Doesn't matter t o me 'cause I don't want them
I am n ot the only one

See
It's i n your eyes
Come break me down
Come break me

Hey, hey
What've you got?
Doesn't matter t o me 'cause I don't want them
I am n ot the only one

Hey, hey
What've you got?
Doesn't matter t o me 'cause I don't want them
I am n ot the only one

Hey
What've you got?

mo re

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