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对不起！您的提问（回答）中包含不适合发表的内容，请修改后再提交 [Intro] Yeah! yeah! Right back niccas huh?! Yeah that bounce we need, ya know Marcy where we at huh? Right here Let me hear some new shit, yeah niggaz Just Blaze you a muhfucker wit these beats boy Let me hold it down though, yo 耶！耶！够屌吧？ 耶，那段舞真带劲，你了吗 Marcy ，我们在哪？就在该在的地方 我们来听些新玩意，黑鬼兄弟 让你的傻X身体随节奏舞动 一直跳下去 [Verse] Let the hood know, that Bleek ain't changed Anywhere in the world, I don't tuck the chain And I walk like, yeah I need the 'cane/caine But dawg that's the shotty, trust me I ain't playing War, I'm ready for it to go there Anybody that know me know I love when it go there Dawg, and yeah that's wassup Four dimes, all mine nigga that's wassup Yeah, wifey wanna curse me out You won't get me cause the chain's like it's workin out But E's - still wit the Roc-A-Fella gang hoe Whole crew got cheese like mozzarella mayne Top come off, top stay on, whatever Got rid of the five I don't like the leathers niggas! Six is better, more room and there's more wood to cover my interior 老BLEEK依旧耍得很嗨， 无论在哪里，我都没有束缚 我现在走路的样子，说明我还需磕点药。 药物可真是尤物，这我可没撒谎 战争，来吧，我准备好了 认识我的人，都知道我要干啥 药物，真是#￥%的 才40美分，我的黑鬼兄弟都是#￥% （下面内容就是他自言自语的 bull shit 内容是：是他老婆在咒骂他，但他还是混得不错，还想用全木装修房子。） [Chorus - repeat 2x] This is war! Enough of them words we wan't war! You throw a couple of shots, we throw more! You gettin that money, we got more! We got more nigga, this is war! 这就是一场战斗，尽管他们不认同 只要你射上几枪，你就欲罢不能，要射更多。 射更多！ 射更多~黑鬼兄弟！ [Verse] I warned her, man should not fear man If you violate man then you die by hand And it should be fine, behanded that man That man I am and you don't understand 我就是那种敢做敢当的男人，你不会理解的 But I hear the talking like "Bleek where you been?" It's unfortunate I'm in beef again huh Niggaz is rappin and clappin I'm still laughin Sat back in my hood and tried to live average But - you still want me to bang at em Stack lil paper, send a lil gang at em But I see you wanna stop my chill Trips to oddy earth, meetings wit McNeil Or - round table meeting wit Hov You want me in the hood still over that stove Nigga, I got soldiers in Droves It ain't nothing to a boss we'll go in your clothes nigga 但我听到人们在嘀咕：老BLEEK，那你现在在干啥？ 很不幸，我只不过又在抱怨 黑鬼兄弟唱着rap摆动，我脸上是傻笑。 龟缩在我的窝里，试着过平常的生活。 但你还是想让我干了他们。 （大意：兄弟认为，不要光说不干，去找McNeil，干一票） [Chorus] [Verse] This is - not for children, not for lames Only for real niggaz that can feel what I'm saying If it's - too blatant then it's not for you You do a hit, throw up later, it's not for you So - just quit you bitch, making me sick You never pimped you only friendly wit chicks and I've been away for a minute Jay beat up the drum now they whinin like women I'm right back nicca, where you at nicca? Keep the mac nigga, spit it like that nigga And I tried to chill, even though I got to spit everyday like I ain't signed a deal nigga! Mama's still in the hood, work steel in defense I got a flow like I'm still on the bench nigga Got a delivery like Sunday's paper I lay that down and I get that paper nigga! 这些，是少儿不宜，小白不宜 只有真正黑鬼兄弟才知道我在说什么 如果说的太明白，它不是对你说的 滚吧，你使我感到恶心 别像个婊子，只会对女的友善 （下面是一些黑人平时常发的牢骚，）
《Fame》歌词 《Fame》-试听页面 《Fame》-下载页面 Now number two, practiced the snake style He was known as the snake spirit He had the speed of a snake Intro/Verse One: Killah Priest Niggaz is like serpents out there [snake style, no one could compete] Serpents will bite Lay outside, and then they roll back into they holes They slither, in the streets of Brooklyn, New York Slither in the streets, of Manhattan In the streets of Queens, streets of the Bronx Streets of Staten Island Wherever you see em they slither Whoever. yo Fearsome shit. check it out Yo, yo It broke me up when they pat me on my shoulder Said stay strong cuz his life is now over I flash back to the heathens that he roll with They shot him up and down nobody knows shit My peers, little ears Came up to me with a eye full of tears Last night we was shootin dice and gettin nice Kid rolled us, played us for our merchandise We were in the hallway all day Me, Steve, and Little Ray Probably at first they tried to rob me Back me in the lobby, pull out the shotty Then came Scotty, fragile body My first impression, he returned from a party He was just stagger, smellin like Bacardi The Dragon, braggin, how he was fuckin mad hotties Pressed on the elevator button, then all of a sudden He licked off, about a dozen Slugs from the cannon, that ripped through my cousin Nobody was standin when the nigga started bustin Blood started to flood the floors, by the elevator doors That's the last thing that I saw Damn, we plan to make grands of our home [Number two] Verse Two: The RZA Jagged edge, rockin God, hard as Stonehenge Pledged whoever crossed his path get scrapped with a sledge. .hammer, he didn't give a damn about the manor And on the block he was called by the momma's and the grandma's Indecent, heathen, juvenile delinquent His weekends was frequently, locked inside the precinct His most recent cape for catchin papes Was snatchin up snakes on a roof butt-naked hang em off like drapes Then ask what's the combination to the safe, with the brace And those who didn't reply they fell straight to their face Razor blade sharp who invades the dark And raid more spots than Spays and NARCS iron heart like Tony Starks A fierce lion, who never leave the crib without the iron And on the block he be slingin rocks and duckin from the sirens Greetin niggaz he loved with a pound, and a bear hug Those who wanted life, they catch a slug from the snub A Five Percent, who all knew was one to ten He loved the Gods with his heart but his brain was filled with sin And when he came through niggaz be lookin out Hopin he gets shot or tooken out, or locked the fuck up in Brooklyn House In PC, on a liquid diet, but he was louder than a riot [Number two, the snake] Verse Three: Masta Killa Do the knowledge to a nigga named Trigga Bad rude boy from the land of Jamaica With visions to venture, to the U.S. To receive the gold that he couldn't acheive in his country, even though he sold mad weed for the next man, who was the Don of the clan Niggaz actin like they got the block locked Like I can't sling drug raps and eat food But I be the rudest, bad boy steppin gun totin Shots lash out like a violent explosion at the nigga, who tries to stop my production Intervene the scene and slow up the CREAM None of that black, East New York, gun talk Niggaz I extort from Baltic to Boardwalk Memories of injuries wounds and burns Walkin through the streets of Medina I stand firm Cause I know this, which means I can hold mine down without a doubt, niggaz who front, get snuffed out Justice must be born there's no escape cause a snake can't be reformed so I wait Comin in the name to proclaim your fame for protection and you don't know no fuckin lessons? [Number two, the snake] Verse Four: Ol Dirty Bastard Bad, bad, Leroy Brown Baddest man in the whole damn town Badder than the deep blue seaaaaa Badder than you and meeeeee Niggaz comin thru the trees, like a salamander, bitin Like a piranha, but I'm bitin you back, like a black pantha The style I'm ampin the. fuck my name, who I be? Fuck the game, it's all about the moneyyyy! Owahhaerahh, sometimes I get high with the Meth Then I turn to the Killah Priest When it comes TWELVE O'CLOCK!! I turn into the demon beast, yo Yo fuck that shit! [number two, the snake] YO! SHOW THESE MOTHERFUCKERS WHAT TIME IT IS [number two, the snake] Rawwrarrrah Rahhwarwaahauh, rawwaroar!! WHOSE THE BAD-ASS? *rawharrah* WHOSE THE BAD-ASS? [now number two] Rawwwaahrah [he practiced the snake style he was known as the snake spirit] YEAHhhhhh Verse Five: Buddah Monk Lyrics, never waitin, twelve days, penetrated When I come with the ruffness, mad niggaz try to rush this Slip into my killings, then I slays and you're helpless When I try to stay sick, it's yacub grafted six Calm for the kill, knowing the style that's ill When I drop, lyric skills, brothers say, Buddah chill!! Outro: Ol Dirty Bastard I don't need to rhyme no more, niggaz know, yo! To all the Wu-Tang Clan members The Ghostface Killer, the GZA, the RZA, the Ol Dirty Bastard The Method Man, the Chef - Raekwon, Inspector Deck, U-God Yo!!!
歌曲名:Bomba 歌手:Don Omar 专辑:King Of Kings Bomb-----Chris Brown All my ladies put your hands up All my ladies put your hands up If you got that bomb bomb ba bomb ba bomb bomb Know you got that bomb bomb ba bomb ba bomb bomb Ladies put ya hands up if you that bomb bomb Girl you got that bomb bomb ba bomb ba bomb bomb Oh me, oh my, body like a monster Let me get inside if ya booty I’ma conquer If ya question bout my size, I give you the answer Girl you got that good good I already know Tell it by your size I know you a dancer Rein-derierre, I’ma call you Prancer Booty paparazzi, pose for the camera All my ladies if you got it let me know She thick in her hips, Cold than a motha Licking her lips, a bad mothasucker Apple looking so right, she make me want a piece I give it to her all night, so she don’t wanna leave If you got that bomb bomb ba bomb ba bomb bomb Know you got that bomb bomb ba bomb ba bomb bomb Ladies put ya hands up if you that bomb bomb Girl you got that bomb bomb ba bomb ba bomb bomb Something like a pimp, nothin’ like them other fellas Heard that you the shit, girl we should blow up together Ooh I know you got that bomb shit, call it 9/11 I’m just tryna beat it up, he could it acapella We should go back to my crib, thats what I’ma tell her Bring one or two of them, cause your friends looking kinda jealous Rolling papers like propellors blowing mozarella Lotta n-ggas in the club, who cares I’m the realest Tell the waiters we gon need more cases And when you think the money’s gone we spending more faces She with homeboy, but she want this 6 cars, 8 chains, 3 cribs, 1 Wiz She thick in her hips, Cold than a mother Licking her lips, a bad mothersucker Apple looking so right, she make me want a piece I give it to her all night, so she don’t wanna leave If you got that bomb bomb ba bomb ba bomb bomb Know you got that bomb bomb ba bomb ba bomb bomb Ladies put ya hands up if you that bomb bomb Girl you got that bomb bomb ba bomb ba bomb bomb Hold up kimosabe, my crib look like a lobby I’m in that black Bugatti And I off that carlo Rossi I with thta Taylor Posse These ladies wanna party And theres so much ice up on my neck it look like I play hockey So hold up n-gga, stop me All these haters watch me I give it up, your in the deep, you can call me cocky Any stage or any beat you know I’ma body And Wiz roll that good shit up and he riding shotty She thick in her hips, Cold than a mother Licking her lips, a bad mothersucker Apple looking so right, she make me want a piece I give it to her all night, so she don’t wanna leave If you got that bomb bomb ba bomb ba bomb bomb Know you got that bomb bomb ba bomb ba bomb bomb Ladies put ya hands up if you that bomb bomb Girl you got that bomb bomb ba bomb ba bomb bomb http://music.baidu.com/song/8192475
