yelle

je veux te voir
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# Posté le dimanche 16 mars 2008 08:34

fatal bazooka

parle a ma main
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# Posté le dimanche 30 décembre 2007 09:59

joey starr

pose ton gun 2



gamin!
pose,lache
pose,lache
pose,lache
pose,lache

refrain(x2)

lache pose ton gun
les flics font pas d'ultimatum
lache pose ton gun
lache pose ton gun

j'ai l'tempérament farouche
pas l'temps de botter en touche
j'suis pas en manque de cartouches
qui peuvent toujours faire mouche
ils ont la loi pour eux,
toi tes yeux pour pleurer
c'est le méme schéma continue d'pleurer
pleurer sur ton sort,pleurer sur tes morts
ils prantiquent l'indulgence,
ils la pratiquent a tort
lache,lache leur venin
personne n'y peut rien

pont(x2)

j'ai vu mom frére,
ma mére s'faire serrer par les dés- con
j'ai vu mom frére s'faire malmener sans raison(pose le gun)
refrain (x2)
etre vulnérable et désincarné
par la discrimination,la frustration pas question que j'pratique
l'arithmétique de leurs statistiques ça j'm'en acquitte
crime sans victime , je me casse dare-dare
avant qu'on m'découpe le lard sans que ce soit un hasard
j'ai la chance d'étre adulé et rejeté d'étre adulé pas épargné

pont(x1)

refarain(x21)

c'est la nouvelle danse
pose,lache
pose,lache....
làche le gun
encore la police
flashball,
flashball
pont(x2)

refarain(x2)

dans la cruauté du quotidien on se maintient
ils sont sans peur et nous sur notre faim
ça nous rend impatients,marre d''étre dans le vent
on est au-dessus du vide,on est dans le vent allons enfants de la patrie le
jour de gloire n'arrivera pas allons ensemble tous d'une mémé voix

pont(x2)
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# Posté le lundi 08 octobre 2007 05:35

Modifié le mercredi 10 octobre 2007 08:15

eminem

Cleaning Out My Closet




Have you ever been hated or discriminated against? I have, I've been protested
and demonstrated against.
Picket signs for my wicked rhymes. Look at the times. Sick is the mind of the
motha fuckin' kid that's behind
all this commotion. Emotions run deep as ocean's explodin.' Tempers flaring
from parents, just blow 'em off and keep goin.'
Not takin' nothin' from no one, give 'em hell long as I'm breathin.' Keep
kickin' ass in the mornin,' an' takin' names in the evening.
Leavem with a taste as sour as vinegar in they mouth. See, they can trigger me
but they never figure me out.
Look at me now, I bet ya probably sick of me now. Ain't you mama, I'ma make you
look so ridiculous now.

[Refrain] x2:
I'm sorry, Mama. I never meant to hurt you. I never meant to make you cry, but
tonight I'm cleanin' out my closet.

I got some skeletons in my closet and I don't know if no one knows it. So
before they thrown me inside my coffin and close it,
I'ma expose it. I'll take you back to 73 before I ever had a multi-platinum
sellin' CD.
I was a baby, maybe I was just a couple of months. My faggot father must have
had his panties up in a bunch,
cuz he split. I wonder if he even kissed me goodbye. No, I don't on second
thought, I just fuckin' wished he would die.
I look at Hailie and I couldn't picture leavin' her side. Even if I hated Kim,
I grit my teeth and I'd try
to make it work with her at least for Hailie's sake. I maybe made some mistakes
but I'm only human. But I'm man enough to face them today.
What I did was stupid, no doubt it was dumb, but the smartest shit I did was
take them bullets out of that gun.
Cuz id'a killed 'em, shit I would have shot Kim an' him both. It's my life, I'd
like to welcome y'all to The Eminem Show.

[Refrain] x2

Now I would never dis my own mama just to get recognition. Take a second to
listen for you think this record is dissin,'
But put yourself in my position. Just try to envision witnessin' your Mama
poppin' prescription pills in the kitchen,
bitchin' that someone's always goin' throuh her purse and shits missin.' Going
through public housing systems, victim of Munchausen's syndrome. My whole life
I was made to believe I was sick when I wasn't 'til I grew up, now I blew up.
It makes you sick to ya stomach,
doesn't it? Wasn't it the reason you made that CD for me, Ma? So you could try
to justify the way you treated me, Ma?
But guess what, yer gettin' older now and it's cold when your lonely. An'
Nathan's getting' up so quick, he's gonna know that your phoney.
And Hailie's getting' so big now, you should see her, she's beautiful. But
you'll never see her, she won't even be at your funeral.
See what hurts me the most is you won't admit you was wrong. Bitch, do ya song.
Keep tellin' yourself that you was a mom.
But how dare you try to take what you didn't help me to get. You selfish bitch,
I hope you fuckin' burn in hell for this shit.
Remember when Ronnie died and you said you wished it was me? Well, guess what,
I am dead. Dead to you as can be.

[Refrain] x4
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# Posté le mardi 02 octobre 2007 09:24

Modifié le mercredi 10 octobre 2007 08:14

eminem

THE REAL SLIM SHADY



[Eminem]
May I have your attention please?
May I have your attention please?
Will the real Slim Shady please stand up?
I repeat, will the real Slim Shady please stand up?
We're gonna have a problem here..

Y'all act like you never seen a white person before
Jaws all on the floor like Pam, like Tommy just burst in the door
and started whoopin her ass worse than before
they first were divorce, throwin her over furniture (Ahh!)
It's the return of the... "Ah, wait, no way, you're kidding,
he didn't just say what I think he did, did he?"
And Dr. Dre said... nothing you idiots!
Dr. Dre's dead, he's locked in my basement! (Ha-ha!)
Feminist women love Eminem {*vocal turntable:
chigga chigga chigga*} "Slim Shady, I'm sick of him
Look at him, walkin around grabbin his you-know-what
Flippin the you-know-who," "Yeah, but he's so cute though!"
Yeah, I probably got a couple of screws up in my head loose
But no worse, than what's goin on in your parents' bedrooms
Sometimes, I wanna get on TV and just let loose, but can't
but it's cool for Tom Green to hump a dead moose
"My bum is on your lips, my bum is on your lips"
And if I'm lucky, you might just give it a little kiss
And that's the message that we deliver to little kids
And expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is
Of course they gonna know what intercourse is
By the time they hit fourth grade
They got the Discovery Channel don't they?
"We ain't nothing but mammals.." Well, some of us cannibals
who cut other people open like cantaloupes {*SLURP*}
But if we can hump dead animals and antelopes
then there's no reason that a man and another man can't elope
{*EWWW!*} But if you feel like I feel, I got the antidote
Women wave your pantyhose, sing the chorus and it goes

[Refrain] x2:
I'm Slim Shady, yes I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up,
please stand up, please stand up?

[Eminem]
Will Smith don't gotta cuss in his raps to sell his records;
well I do, so fuck him and fuck you too!
You think I give a damn about a Grammy?
Half of you critics can't even stomach me, let alone stand me
"But Slim, what if you win, wouldn't it be weird?"
Why? So you guys could just lie to get me here?
So you can, sit me here next to Britney Spears?
Shit, Christina Aguilera better switch me chairs
so I can sit next to Carson Daly and Fred Durst
and hear 'em argue over who she gave head to first
You little bitch, put me on blast on MTV
"Yeah, he's cute, but I think he's married to Kim, hee-hee!"
I should download her audio on MP3
and show the whole world how you gave Eminem VD {*AHHH!*}
I'm sick of you little girl and boy groups, all you do is annoy me
so I have been sent here to destroy you {*bzzzt*}
And there's a million of us just like me
who cuss like me; who just don't give a fuck like me
who dress like me; walk, talk and act like me
and just might be the next best thing but not quite me!

[Refrain]

[Eminem]
I'm like a head trip to listen to, cause I'm only givin you
things you joke about with your friends inside your living room
The only difference is I got the balls to say it
in front of y'all and I don't gotta be false or sugarcoated at all
I just get on the mic and spit it
and whether you like to admit it {*ERR*} I just shit it
better than ninety percent of you rappers out can
Then you wonder how can kids eat up these albums like valiums
It's funny; cause at the rate I'm goin when I'm thirty
I'll be the only person in the nursin home flirting
Pinchin nurses asses when I'm jackin off with Jergens
And I'm jerkin but this whole bag of Viagra isn't working
And every single person is a Slim Shady lurkin
He could be workin at Burger King, spittin on your onion rings
{*HACH*} Or in the parkin lot, circling
Screaming "I don't give a fuck!"
with his windows down and his system up
So, will the real Shady please stand up?
And put one of those fingers on each hand up?
And be proud to be outta your mind and outta control
and one more time, loud as you can, how does it go?

[Refrain] x2

[Eminem]
Ha ha
Guess there's a Slim Shady in all of us
Fuck it, let's all stand up
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# Posté le mardi 02 octobre 2007 09:17

Modifié le mercredi 10 octobre 2007 08:13