| Ganja Mama
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2007-03-07 16:49:01 | 205. |
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hazudj bátran magadnak és másnak de engem nem baszol át ne nézz már madárnak...csak a szád nagy de a tettek hol maradnak?
na és ez hogy tetszik?
nekem ez adja nagyon!
:P
Előzmény: zzsó (176.)
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| Ganja Mama
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2007-03-06 18:09:26 | 204. |
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jó reggelt!épp itt az ideje haverom h felkelj, hé testvérem nyisd ki a szemedet és láss...
:)
Előzmény: Mascez (197.)
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| Kovda
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2007-02-01 18:40:11 | 203. |
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"Fool. At school slappin on the girls asses
Fuck the white education so I skip a lot of classes.
Cause ain't no teaching a nigga white reality.
Teach me the mutherfuckin gang mentality."
hehe:)
K
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| Kovda
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2007-02-01 18:35:43 | 202. |
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"Megadom a fanoknak azt, a zsaruknak faszt, mindig a spanoknak passzolom a gazt, mindig az amit hallasz róla az mind igaz, nincs vigasz"
"Az orvosi ellátás mindenkinek jár mondja a doktor, mégse fér bele a keze a zsebébe a borítékéktól"
/NKS/
K
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| Cash Money
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2007-01-28 08:55:49 | 201. |
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"What you know bout' poppin' trunk, neon lights, candy paint
What you know about white shirts, starched down jeans with a
razor crease
Platinum and gold on top our teeth, big ol' chains with a iced
out piece"
PAUL WALL-THEY DONT KNOW
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| King Of Tha Hood
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2007-01-27 23:18:43 | 200. |
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"I know i got a dirty mouth" young buck - do it like me
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| Cash Money
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2007-01-25 16:59:50 | 199. |
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én nem az egészet írtam be sőt még a felét se
nálad biztos jobban vágom miről szól, okostojás
Előzmény: Mascez (197.)
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| Scarzeeneh
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2007-01-25 16:08:50 | 198. |
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Azért van aki érti :P Akadnak kivételek :P
Peace!
Előzmény: Mascez (197.)
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| Mascez
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2007-01-25 14:24:26 | 197. |
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Már csak nem azért, de a topic címe: Idézetek!
Ennek ellenére beírjátok az egész rap szám szövegét!Lemerem fogadni, a felét nem is értitek!
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| Cash Money
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2007-01-24 22:35:04 | 196. |
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I woke up, thinking foreign car
But the Cadillac, got a nigga sitting in a daze
24's and a swiss, sitting sideways
Trae flipping through the hood, like I'm running through a maze
Find me trunk up, with the top back
One deep in the front, two freaks in the back
Haters mad at me, cause I'm MVP stats
Better give me fifty feet, cause I'm good with the gat
Good with the track, like I'm good with the hands
15's banging, like I'm battle of the bands
New Benz like send, they run up out of grand
And the trunk read Trae, so they know that I'm the man
Me Paul Wall, in a slab out of Texas
In a Cadillac, had to get rid of the Lexus
Rather be gangsta, tipping on something
With something in the clip, that'll get rid of the plexing
(TRAE-Cadillac)
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| Scarzeeneh
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2007-01-24 22:21:13 | 195. |
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" Can I trust you? Uh-huh,then I love you
Yea, if not,straight up and down,FUCK YOU "
Shyheim : Manchild
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| G-Bling
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2007-01-19 12:14:33 | 194. |
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Lyrics to LUDACRIS Get Back
[Intro]
Heads Up! Heads Up! Here's another one.. and a.. and a.. another one.
[Chorus]
(Yeek-Yeek Woop-Woop) Why you all in my ear? Talkin' a whole bunch a shit that I ain't tryin to hear.
Get Back! Motherfucker You don't know me like that.
Get back! Motherfucker You don't know me like that!
(Yeek-Yeek Woop-Woop) I ain't playin' around.. Make one false move, I'll take you down.
Get back! Motherfucker You don't know me like that.
Get back! Motherfucker You don't know me like that!
[Verse 1]
So, so, come on, come on. DON'T get swung on, swung on. It's the knick-knack-patty-whack still riding cadillacs. Family
off the streets, made my homies put the baggies back. (Whoo!) Still snaggin' plaques (yep), still action-packed (yep), and
dope.. I keep it flippin' like acrobats. That's why I pack a mack, that'll crack a back, cause on my waist, there's more
heat than the shaq-attack! But I ain't speakin' about ballin', jus' thinkin' about brawlin' 'til y'all start ballin'. We
all in together now, birds of the feather now, jus' bought a plane so we change in the weather now. So put your brakes on,
cats put your capes on, and knock off your block, get dropped, and have your face blown. Cause I'll prove it, scratch off
the music, like hey little stupid, don't make me looose it!
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
I came (I came), I saw (I saw), I hit him right dead in the jaw (in the jaw). [x4]
See I caught him with a right hook, caught him with a jab, caught him with an upper cut, kicked him in his ass. Sent him
[ these lyrics found on http://www.completealbumlyrics.com ]
on his way cause I ain't for that talk, and no trips to the county.. I ain't for that walk! We split like 2 pins at the
end of a lane, we'll knock out your spotlight and put end to your fame. Holding DTP pinned at the end of yo' chain, and put
the booty of a swish at the end of a flaamme.
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Hey, you want WHAT with me?! I'm gonna tell you one time, don't FUCK with me! Get down! Beat his ass.. ain't got nothin'
to lose, and i'm havin a bad day, don't make me take it out on you! [x2]
Maann, cause I don't wanna do that. I wanna have a good time and enjoy my Jack.. sit back and watch some women get drunk
as hell, so I can wake up in the morning with a story to tell. I know it's been a little while since I've been out the
house, but now I'm here.. you wanna stand around runnin' yo' mouth? I can't hear nothing you sayin' or spittin', so what's
up? Don't you see we in the club?, man shut the fuck up!
[Chorus]
[Outro]
Ah! We in the red light district!
Ah! We in the red light district!
Whoo! We in the red light district!
Ah! We in the red light district!
Whoo! We in the red light district!
Whoo! The red light district!
Whoo! The red light district..
Ah! The red light district..
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| amy moss
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2007-01-19 12:04:50 | 193. |
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Cassidy ft. R Kelly
[R Kelly:]
Ladies and gentlemen, you are listening to the sounds of swiss beats.
We got cassidy in here. Kels! We in our throwbacks.
This is for the ladies, we got room keys.
[Chorus (R Kelly):]
Girl you wanna come to my hotel, baby I will leave you my room key.
I'm feelin' the way you carry yourself girl.
And I wanna get with you 'cuz you's a cutie.
So if you wanna come to my hotel, all you gotta do is holler at me.
'Cuz we're having an after party, checkin' out 6 in the mornin',
6 in the mornin', 6 in the mornin', 6 in the mornin', 6 in the mornin'
checkin' out 6 in the mornin', 6 in the mornin'
[Cassidy:]
I'm staying in the hotel, not the motel or the holi-day inn.
If that girl don't participate, well then I'ma take her friend.
Well if, mami is with it then, mami can give it then, mami a rider, I'ma, slide up beside her.
I got a suite, you can creep on through, I know you tryin' to get your freak on too,
I'll do it all for that (lady), yeah I ball for that (lady), hit the mall for that (lady),
keep it fly for them (ladies), keep my eye on them (ladies), hot tub for them (ladies),
pop bub' for them (ladies), I got love for ma (ladies), yeeah!
[Chorus (R Kelly)]
Girl you wanna come to my hotel, baby I will leave you my room key.
I'm feelin' the way you carry yourself girl.
And I wanna get with you 'cuz you's a cutie.
So if you wanna come to my hotel, all you gotta do is holler at me.
'Cuz we're having an after party, checkin' out 6 in the mornin'
[Cassidy:]
We're the new Car-tel, R.Kel with the kid Cass-idy.
Girl if you man start actin' up, ask for him or ask for me.
'Cuz see, we could go get it crackin, but you know what'll happen,
we be under the covers, makin' love to each other.
I got a double bed, one's to sleep on, other one's to get my freak on, (ladies) it's all for them (ladies).
Yeah I ball for that (ladies), hit the mall for that, (ladies) keep
it fly for them, (ladies) keep my eye on them, (ladies) hot tub for them,
(ladies) pop bub' for them, (ladies) I got love for ma, yeeeah!
[Chorus (R Kelly)]
Girl you wanna come to my hotel, baby I will leave you my room key.
I'm feelin' the way you carry yourself girl.
And I wanna get with you 'cuz you's a cutie.
So if you wanna come to my hotel, all you gotta do is holler at me.
'Cuz we're having an after party, checkin' out 6 in the mornin'
[Cassidy:]
We goin' Chi-town steppin' out, to the club lettin' out, and we goin' sex it out,
'til we all checkin' out. I got my chicks
I'ma bring to the tele, we 'bout to do the damn thing, sing to 'em Kelly.
[R Kelly:]
It's alright(it's alright) If you wanna come with me, and fulfill your fantasy, baby in my hotel suite.
And it's ok, if you wanna party night 'til day, I will do anything you say.
Just come to my hotel.
[Chorus (R Kelly)]
Girl you wanna come to my hotel, baby I will leave you my room key.
I'm feelin' the way you carry yourself girl.
And I wanna get with you 'cuz you's a cutie.
So if you wanna come to my hotel, all you gotta do is holler at me.
'Cuz we're having an after party, checkin' out 6 in the mornin'
[Call out:]
You've just heard, a classic, featuring the one and only, Kels, Cassidy, Swiss beats the monster (yes i am)
Full service the label, Rock***the family, Ruff ryders the family.
This one's for the ladies y'all. The baby, believe it! Get your hands up!
It's over.
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| amy moss
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2007-01-19 12:03:42 | 192. |
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Cska fognak majd:D Nah én beirom a kedvenc számom:D
jah megkaptam a számot amit küldtél:D és nagyon jó:D
thx, pusssy
Előzmény: Scarzeeneh (191.)
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| Scarzeeneh
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2007-01-17 19:05:24 | 191. |
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Nem tudom miért nem írnak ide, pedig biztos sokaknak van kedvenc idézete,vagy szövege,szövegrészlete amit szeret...de majdcsak írnak mások is, mert azért van itt elég hozzászólás!
Jah és neked is pusszzzz Amy ! :)
Előzmény: amy moss (190.)
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| amy moss
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2007-01-16 18:52:18 | 190. |
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Scar, megmondod nekem h miért irnak ide ilyen kevesen??? DE a szerencse az h a 2idióta mint ati meg 8888888 nem ir ide...pussz:D
Előzmény: Scarzeeneh (189.)
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| Scarzeeneh
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2007-01-12 16:29:26 | 189. |
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Íme egy kis freestyle Ghostface Killah-tól amit a BET Rap City műsorában adott elő a Mobb Deep - It’s Mine c. trackjének instrumentaljára
(akit érdekel , egyébként egy átmixelet verziója hallható : Mathematics - Love, Hell or Right című albumján - On Da Radio számcím alatt)
[Ghostface Killah]
Back on the block, smuggling rocks
Rocky graveyard rocks, one chain, fiendin' on the block
I'm fed up, dunn, trynna keep my head up, word up, pa
Sue to get this money, live out, my name God, word life, right
Gats come a dime a dozen, what up cousin?
Guess who got loose on these thugs again
Murder was the topic, manslaughter his little daughter
Had a hundred grand, actin' like Rich Porter
For real kid, remember daffy did the bid
Bought sand, but first he ran up in his dreads quick
Stepped off, bought a phat loft, this thing must of worked
Cuz that white bitch he fucked, got an Ultima
Word up, word up, cat, can't call it pa
Yo Shallah, light up the owl, let's go crowd, pa
So we did it, weeded out, the skit ran
Dedicated to winners and losers, and then, kid
Fuck it, threw on the black thing, grabbed the mac
I'm going out like Rambo, Rae count the grams, slow
Scheemin', dreaming for CREAM, fiend beamin'
Plush eyed Steven, sniffin' rat poison, half ass breathing
Wait, can't tolerate the smell on the fifth floor
Ricans got it locked it down, son, light the choc'
Sure, we lit it, fat Pam gotta be home soon
Butt naked, faggot ass dred, in a back room
Approached him, through out the toast, snatched the jewel notes
Asked him where's his African man, before his brain throws
Against the wall, guess who came out the door, ya'll
Downlow, that TNT cop, kill 'em now, ya'll
Shots rained for sure, fiends hit the floor
Crack pipes, Playboy books, and vouch galore
African kid bounced, cop lost his cape
Chef got blazed and Ghost lost a leg
----------------------------------------
Na igen, aki freestlyeban ilyet nyom, annak ott van a respect de nagyon!
Big Up 4 Ghostface and the whole Wu Tang Clan !
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| amy moss
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2007-01-12 09:49:38 | 188. |
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Artist: Kriss Kross
Song: Jump
Album: Totally Crossed Out
Jump Jump
You should know, you should know that ahhh
Kris Kross is not having anything today
As we stand there totally krossed out
We commence to make you
Jump Jump
The Mac Dad will make you Jump Jump
The Daddy Mac will make you Jump Jump
Kris Kross will make you Jump Jump
Don't try to compare us to another bad little fad
I'm the Mac and I'm bad give you something that you never had
I'll make ya Jump Jump wiggle and shake your rump
Cause I'll be kicking the flavor that makes you wanna Jump
How high? Real high
Cause I'm just so fly
A young loveable, hugable type of guy
And everything is the back with a little slack
And inside-out is wiggida wiggida wack
I come stompin' with somethi' to keep you jumpin
R&B abd bullcrap is what I'm dumpin'
And ain't something about Kris Kross we all that
So when they ask to the rocks they believe that
Jump Jump
The Mac Dad will make you Jump Jump
The Daddy Mac will make you Jump Jump
Kris Kross will make you Jump Jump
uh huh uh huh
Jump Jump
The Mac Dad will make you Jump Jump
The Daddy Mac will make you Jump Jump
Kris Kross will make you Jump Jump
I let myself knockin' knockin'
I love it when a girl is play jockin' jockin'
The D-A-double D-Y-M-A-C
Ya you know me
I got you jumpin' an' pumpin' an' movin' all around G
In the mix I make ya take a step back
They try to step to the Mac then they got jacked
To the back you'll be sportin' the gear that's coincidental
And like you knowit so don't be claiming that it's mental
Two lil' kids with a flow you ain't ever heard
And none faking you can understyand every word
As you listen to my cool school melody
The Daddy makes you J-U-M-P
Jump Jump
The Mac Dad will make you Jump Jump
The Daddy Mac will make you Jump Jump
Kris Kross will make you Jump Jump
uh huh uh huh
Jump Jump
The Mac Dad will make you Jump Jump
The Daddy Mac will make you Jump Jump
Kris Kross will make you Jump Jump
Now, the formalities of this and that
Is that Kris Kross ain't comin' off wack
And for all ya'll sucks that don't know
Check it out
Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this Go Go
Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this Go Go
Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this Go Go
Some of them try to rhyme but they can't Go Go
Cause I'm the miggida miggida miggida Mac Daddy
Miggida miggida miggida Mac
Cause I'm the miggida miggida miggida Mac Daddy
I make you wanna
Jump Jump
The Mac Dad will make you Jump Jump
The Daddy Mac will make you Jump Jump
Kris Kross will make you Jump Jump
uh huh uh huh (repeat 3 more times)
Believe dat
Ezt imádom...vki nem tudja h mi lett a két kis csávóval??? nem hallani róluk semmit:(:(:(
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| amy moss
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2007-01-12 09:47:08 | 187. |
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Cim:Holla at me baby
[Cool & Dre]
This is...This is
This is...AND HE GOES BY THE NAME OF
[Lil Wayne]
Yeah you got the right one, It's Weezy Fuckin Baby
And if your woman lookin, I'll let the woman taste me
Okay now I'm with Khaled, we wilyn in Miami
We got a bunch of bitches, we pile em in the phantom
They follow us to Mansion but I don't mean the club
I'm talking bout my crib, mama I'm trying to fuck
It's Cash Money Baby, It's Young Money Biatch
Now you can swallow that or you can suck a dick
Okay, tell me shit, Lil Wayne fuck a bitch
Lil' nigga, big money, big gun full of that shit
Nigga I ain't Will Smith, Nah, I ain't a fresh prince
Nigga I'm a young king, Nigga I'm a Bun B
Yup, I go hard, ask my broad
Miss Stevie Wonder, she ain't lookin at y'all (She can't see)
The rest goes without me having to say
I say, go, go, go, go (DJ)
[Chorus: Paul Wall]
Holla at me, What it do, What it is
You ain't never seen a playa like this (Holla at me baby)
I'm a pimp, I'll show her how I live
Take her back then I put it in her wrist (Holla at me baby)
I'm a monster, I do it real big
You ain't never seen rocks like this (Holla at me baby)
You can see me from a far I'm the shit
Scream at me What it do, What it is (What It Do)
[Paul Wall]
It's Paul Wall baby, Swishahouse club rocker
Chunk a deuce, sip a deuece, pourin up big goose vodka
Lone star beast straight up out the H
Sure stoppin all the hate, sippin on the ski taste
I got the I-N-S on my tail, immigration still harass
Cause they see me in a foriegn ridin on a pointed glass
Gettin cash is my number one task
Until I'm under the grass, that's why I'm top of the class
I'm a grit boy lookin for an ass like Ketoya
Leave a bitch back all nutty like Almond Joy
My boy Toy I E got to sleep
And we got to see and who got the freaks?
Beat it up like an ass whipping
The album dropped and there's been a lot of ass kissing
But I ain't trippin, I'm trill
That's why I'm posted with Khaled cause he real one
A hundred baby like a bill, Holla at me baby
[Chorus]
[Fat Joe]
Nah homie, you done got it fucked up
You ain't got as much money as us (Nope)
We sent Campbell in cause he got goggles on
and he's pushing something far and it's fucked
Now all I gotta do is push a little button quick fast
And the chopper come out of the stash
Yeah money ain't jewels motherfucker you lose
I'll make you do the Fuck Sean Comb dance (Follow me now)
Who wanna come test the kid
Have your baby mama bless the team
Shit, I ain't even know she could twerk it like that
She a motherfuckin sex machine, Holla at me baby
[Chorus]
[Rick Ross]
Stuntin in a magnum ridin with my hat low
Forty-five magnum, barrel full of air holes
Dade County, represent, Dopeboy ever since
Know that I'ma veteran, Million dollar president
Rick Ross, big chips, AK's, flip clips
Off set rims on a rear six inch lips
Started on the benches, rose through the trenches
Now I'm the shit bitch, go and check your senses
Known for the benz's, Chrome on the bentleys
Smokin on the mentleys, Dade county, big cheese
Flip soft, whip that, Rick Ross rip that
Khaled go hard dawg, talk to em Paul Wall
[Chorus]
[Pitbull]
It's Mr. 3-0-5 A.K.A
Mr. Snort yay, spit rocks, made in day
I owe my future to
Last name Campbell, first name Luther
The gun shine stayed, well that shoulda
Bought him the crib, what it do, what it is
Bust a clip, flip a brick, hey buddy where's the lick?
That's all we talk about, well welcome to the south
We in, get our bread then we out, no doubt
Harlas and priests
These boys dirty, they'll fuck your mother, sister, daughter and nieces
Oye da loca, mueve a la carada, oye da loca, even la meraya (?)
[Chorus]
Nagyon jó szám...
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| Scarzeeneh
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2007-01-10 13:47:12 | 186. |
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Áhhh semmi :D Csak a neved :P Amy :-) hihi:-)
Előzmény: amy moss (185.)
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| amy moss
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2007-01-10 13:18:37 | 185. |
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Ez mi vooolt?:D:D:D
Előzmény: Scarzeeneh (184.)
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| Scarzeeneh
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2007-01-10 12:28:18 | 184. |
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Aaaaaaaaaaaaaamyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy :-)
Előzmény: amy moss (182.)
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| amy moss
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2007-01-10 12:07:46 | 183. |
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"Run It!"
(Chris Brown feat. Juelz Santana)
[Juelz Santana]
[Rap]
Okay
Check it, Check it, Check it out
It's Santana again
Steppin, Steppin, Steppin out
One of them Brand new big boy toys
I do big boy things
I make big boy noise cuz...
I know what girls want...
I know what they like
They wanna stay up , and party all night
so bring a friend
[Chris Brown]
[Verse 1]
Let me talk to you
Tell you how it is
I was thinkin when I saw that body gotta get shawty
Tell her what the young boy gon do
Damn them chicks wit chu gotta be okay
Babe pretty thick wit the kick that's sick that need to be hit
So tell me what ya'll gon do
[Hook]
I got friends, and you got friends
They hop out, and you hop in
I look fly, and they jockin
The way you drop, drop makes me wanna pop [2x]
[Chorus]
Is ya man on the flo?
If he ain't...
Let me know
Let me see if you can run it, run it
girl indeed I can run it, run it [2x]
[Verse 2]
You'll see
Girl I can set you off
Don't believe my age is gonna slow us down
I can definitly show you things
To have you sayin I can't be 16
Once I get in you won't wanna go
(and I...)
I'll have yo girls wishin they were you
(and I...)
I know your heard about me, but guess what's goin down if we leave
[Hook 2x]
[Chorus 2x]
[Breakdown]
Girl you feel right
(Feel right)
Make me feel like...
(feel like...)
I wanna do a little somethin
(do a little somethin)
Ain't no thing let you do it fo sho
Girl the way that your wearin them jeans is turnin me on
I'm the hottest thing thats in these streets so baby won't you rock me...
[Rap:Juelz Santana]
Make it drop honey...
Make it pop honey...
Whip, whop..
Tick, tock to da clock fo me
don't stop doin that
and shawty know I mean what I say so she won't stop doin dat
Plus I heard if you can dance you can bump
Well dance, time is up, let's go, let's go (yup)
we can get it in...
we can gets some friends
do it like the ying yang twins and start
[Whisperin']
wait til' you see my....
wait til' you see my...
let me fall back
You ain't ready for all dat
have you sleep late
real late
yeah takin a long nap
you tell your friends...
to get wit my friends
we can be friends
switch and meet friends (switch)
we can do it all night long, and...
til' da clock hit mornin ya dig
[Chorus 2x]
[Outro]
oooh, oooh, oooh, ooh
Ez a szám meg a klipp nagyon király!
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| amy moss
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2007-01-10 12:06:03 | 182. |
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Ez tényleg szuper szám:)
Előzmény: Scarzeeneh (181.)
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| Scarzeeneh
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2007-01-10 11:35:47 | 181. |
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Előadó: Big Punisher feat. Fat Joe, Nas,Raekwon,Jadakiss
Cím: John Blaze
Verse One: Nas
My stripes show like regiments, military intelligence
Murder game, I leave no evidence -- credentials
Go ask my pre-school, even talk to my old principal
He'd tell you how you I used to pack a No. 2 pencil
Stabbin students, grabbin teachers, Catholics, preachers
In the school staircase, cuttin class, passin my reefer
In my own class, operation return, they tried to say
I was incompetent, not able to learn
The table turned now, got my own label to earn
Like that nigga said in _Dead Presidents_, money to burn
Queensbridge, pay homage, respect Nas is the vet
Acknowledge the rep, polish baguettes, niggaz is dissin that
I'm just the best, puttin all violence to rest
between Latin Kings the blood _los sangres_, blood in Spanish
So many thugs vanish, unite the system
to fight with inner street wisdom, to help teach a prison
Verse Two: Big Punisher
My crew puff lye, anyone test the Pun must die
Just give me one try -- 'Now you know you done fucked up right?'
Hah, you ain't got no wins in my casa
Que te pasa, you ain't even in my clasa
I hate a actor that plays a rapper
I'm Terror Squad beta kappa everybody's favorite rapper
Grand imperial college material insane criminal
The same nigga who known to blow out your brain mineral
I reign subliminal inside your visual
Try to supply your physical with my spiritual side of this lyrical
I'll appear in your dreams, like Freddie do, no kidding you
Even if I stuttered I would still sh-sh-sh-shit on you
Soon as I chitter chatter you shitter shatter, I'm the kid
out of Bronx, that'll stomp you to death like it didn't matter
I'm even better than before, iller metaphors
Killers bet it all on Pun, cause one verse, dead em all
Chorus: scratches by DJ Spinbad
J-J-J-John Blaze
Ja-Ja-ah-John Bla-Blaze
J-Ja-J-Ja, John Blaze
"Johnny Blaze ain't a damn thing changed!" --> Method Man
Verse Three: Jadakiss
Aiyyo my attitude is subject to change, I mess around
and spit twelve at the driver's side door of your Range
Six hit you, the other six, up in your dame
Mafia style, leave you with your watch and your chains
Take heed that, not only can I flow I can aim
cause y'all misdemeanor niggaz can't stand the reign
Better believe that, whenever I see y'all I'ma test ya
Only cause I know that faggots respect pressure
Hardcore, like shit you get, kicked out the yard for
'Kiss ain't the cops, but I lock niggaz up
You could meet me in my cell I soak and sock niggaz up
Far as the flow go, you could let your dough show
Put your money on the table, we could battle on cable
Y'all hot dog niggaz get nathans
Fuck around with Jason, that shorty from The Lox, John Blazin
Verse Four: Raekwon
My son cool out (what) don't beef yo, throw the tool out
Let's run these niggaz, kidnap they work, make em move out
Crushed hash, hands is like glass, keep the heat
in the dash, did some dirt for some work, caught a gash
The flicker blocker, wicked sneaker rocker footwear
Strike me out God, stackin up joints, rack em like Footlocker
This is raw, raw like fuck kid, represent
Here to Crenshaw, hold my words stronger than a Benz stall
Relentless, the anthology consolidated
with the quickness, dress up in the wig and blouse, killer sickness
Lex, imagination large, gold cards
Beat the bogus squad brains that connect put on the Older God
Specialist, iciclist, Woolridge collar
Feelin the rich, work for every dollar don't snitch, that's why
broke niggaz who got heart God, sign em up
Start the wind up, we John Blazin, Don up in the line up
Chorus
Verse Five: Fat Joe
It's simple mathematics, you gotta love us
Cause Joey Crack plus gat equals a lotta dead motherfuckers
Just when you thought I was done, I recruited Pun
Terror Squad Enterprise, undisputed Dunn
I'm from the slums where it's worse, bust with guns til it hurts
for fuckin with my funds on the first
And go to church like a mobster
Discuss your death over shrimp and lobster, with my Cuban partners
Lucas with the cartridge, twenty shot
Run up on any block, disrespect any cop
Used to run many spots, now I own shops
Gortex with the lot, five sixty-four bills a pop
I'm hot, who wanna get burned?
I fire one in your knot and watch your whole fuckin head turn
You best learn to parlay, I've had a hard day
Fuck around with the Don and get John Blazed
Chorus 2X
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NA EZ AZTÁN A SZÖVEG !!!
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| Lil'
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2007-01-07 21:48:17 | 180. |
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2Pac től egy idézet:
....Nem vagyok gengszter és soha nem is voltam. Nem vagyok tolvaj aki elcsórja a pénztárcádat. Nem vagyok olyan fickó sem aki feltöri a kocsid. Nem vagyok jóban olyan emberekkel akik lopnak és másokat bántanak. Én csak egy tesó vagyok, aki ezek ellen küzd.
REST IN PEACE
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| gucci da gift
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2007-01-07 21:32:22 | 179. |
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Deego:
Újabb nap egy újabb járvány újabb árvák
Újabb harcok újabb bálvány egy újabb gyilkos
Újabb vírusok még több szenvedés forog a Föld
A lelkünk szennyes nem zárul a kör
Újabb bombák akár a szondák meghíznak
Száll a füst a srácok szívnak máshogy nem bírnak
Élni mindenki depresszív mindenki népbeteg
Mindenki próbál kitörni de megreked
Mindent csak magadért mindent csak más ellen
Mindennap egy új esély hogy tegyek kárt bennem?
Hogy legyek más ember? Ez lett az éltető
Újabb gyermek születik egy újabb törtető lett
Fel kell áldoznod és vállalni magad
Meg kell látnod a rosszat nem állíthatsz falat
Magad köré így leszel csak személyiség
Napjaink hőse: igazi egyéniség
Refrén(Deego):
Kinek az élet rég keltezett
Kinek az egész rendszer megrendezett
Vannak a jók a rosszak meg a nyertesek
Lehettek hősök de lehettek vesztesek
(Részlet:Hösök feat. Deego - Lehettek hösök)
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| Telefunken
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2007-01-02 23:38:40 | 178. |
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Árral Szemben - Fejjel a falnak
"Flusztrált és depresszív, döntéshelyzetben passzív
alkoholista lemezjátszószólista"
"Azért mert le nem köplek még nem szeretlek"
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| Telefunken
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2006-12-29 02:29:32 | 177. |
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Aza
Felébredek, megint egy újabb nap az életemből
nem álmodok régóta, kifogytam az emlékekből
mindíg minden olyan unalmas és elegem van ebből
teszek érte valamit hogy feleszméljek e közérzetből
Holnap majd minden eldől
a sorsomat megpecsétlő bélygző
örökre nyomot hagy az életemről
család és gyerekek, ezek hiányoznak az életből
egy másik világban, talán majd több részem lesz ebből
Megint egy újabb nap, de ez most emlékezetes lesz számotokra
milenne ha mindennek véget vetne egy bomba
Valamennyi színt vinne az unalmas napjaimba
erről a tettemről ír majd mindenki áhítozva
A halál segít rajtam, és rajtatok, na rajta
együtt megyünk a sírba, de nem sírva
büszkén ahogyan egy senki, arra hogy senki
érezzétek azt amit nekem kellett elviselni.
-számcímet nem tudok, de ha valaki ismeri, esetleg megvan neki örömmel venném ha tájékoztatna.
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| zzsó
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2006-12-27 15:25:32 | 176. |
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"Az igaz szavak sose szépek,a szépek sose igazak!"
Anonim mc
Gyerekek ez kurvára igaz!Nem tudom ti hogy vagytok vele de nekem nagyon bejön...lehet hogy csak azé mer lány vagyok:-S
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| sheepwarrior
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2006-12-14 22:16:42 | 175. |
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Igor:
"Újra dübörög á bándá, beüt itt á Misztá Sziszká
hozzá Feenoochiz stylah, itt a Feenoochiz squaddah,
Most én jövök ra-ta-ta-ta-tanda,
Nekem a létem az anyagaiak vágbá,
Mikor én nyomom bámbá, csajokrol lecsuszik a tángá,
Velem itt a nyugati mánná jön a hősi gárdá,
Tátábánya Veszprém Pétsidah, ez jobban terjed mint aki náppá,
szopjá!"
Remélem igy világosabb kicsit ^^
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| shady5
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2006-09-11 12:28:50 | 174. |
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Talán emléxik még valaki erre a számra...
G-Play: Ess eső, ess
Reggel volt, napsütés nélkül, a kiscsaj éppen a suliba készült.
Még nem sejtette, hogy el fog késni, s nagyon messze az az érettségi.
Csengettek, s ő beengedte, mert a tegnap estét már elfeledte.
A barát volt, megállt előtte herointól szénné lőve.
És indult a cirkusz, a féltékenység, a hernyótól nőtt meg szörnyeteggé.
A lány már sírt, csak menni akart, a lárma a házban senkit nem zavart.
Az első pofon még alig fájt, csak ütött a srác és felszakadt a száj.
A lány elesett és semmit nem érzett, pedig rossz bőrben volt és csúnyán vérzett.
A fiú most megállt, nem, nem ütött többet, Júlia ekkor még arcon köpte:
- Rómeo hagyj! Ne csináld, kérlek!
De penge villant és kés volt a kézben.
Refr.
Harminchat szúrás a testen.
Mosd le a vért! Az eső essen!
Örök sötét a gyilkos fejben.
Sírjon az ég! Az eső essen!
Ess, eső, ess, ess!
Hullj rá az arcomra!
Ess, eső, ess, ess!
Hullj rá az álmokra!
Jött egy ügyvéd, mert volt rá lé, kétmillió a védőbeszéd:
- A lány drogos volt, a fiú drogos volt, az elmeállapot korlátolt!
Nincs gyilkos, a narkó divat, szegény srác, hisz ő is áldozat!
Kórházba vinni, kezelni kéne, ennyi az egész, az ügynek vége!
A lány nem él, a fiú még remél, a bíró enged és nincsen büntetés.
Az ügyvéden múlt, s a befolyáson, hogy köztünk jár most szabadlábon.
Nincs több érv, nincsen könny, hullaszáraz a jegyzőkönyv.
HOL AZ A REGGEL, MIKOR 7 ÓRA MÚLT, S A KISCSAJ ÉPPEN A SULIBA INDULT?
Refr.
Harminchat szúrás a testen.
Mosd le a vért! Az eső essen!
Örök sötét a gyilkos fejben.
Sírjon az ég! Az eső essen!
Ess, eső, ess, ess!
Hullj rá az arcomra!
Ess, eső, ess, ess!
Hullj rá az álmokra!
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| shady5
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2006-09-11 12:23:53 | 173. |
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Kamikaze
A vadparaszt cégvezető ostorral ütlegel,
Elmerengek azon, hogy a pénzemért mit nézzek el.
Magamhoz térek, bazd meg túl sok amit kérek?
Hát úgy szúrlak nyakon, rögtön elfolyik a véred!
Ha nem fizetsz meg, legalább tiszteletet kapjak,
Az ország image duma hatalmas pofon a szarnak.
Sok iskolát végzett pökhendi nagyokosok,
Kis kínai, egyetem, a szátokba belefosok.
Éreztetitek velünk, hogy ti mennyivel többek vagytok,
Mifelénk te nem vagy öcsém, csak egy csicska kitaszított.
Ott a másik oldal, aki csak a kést ismeri,
Mint a kibaszott TV-ben a Meri vagy nem meri.
Maffiakomplexus John Gotti nyomdokain.
Az EX-et felejtsd el, nálad jobban beüt a kokain.
A lényeg, hogy ez is fasz, meg az is fasz, meg ő is.
Egy geci sem érti, Jézus fején miért volt tövis.
Imádott kis hazánkban többféleképpen boldogulsz,
Ha nyakkendő mögé bújsz például, vagy ha valakit fújsz.
Ne kérdezd meg többet tőlem, mi a faszt beszélek,
Csak az igazat mondom öcsém, ez a frankó, nem mesélek.
Refr 2*
Mindenki kivétel nélkül fut a pénze után!
Mindenki kivétel nélkül mindenkit utál!
Hatalmas haladás!
Össznépi hasalás!
Kezdeti...
Nemzeti...
Öntudathasadás!
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| zimp
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2006-09-10 17:46:38 | 172. |
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"amit a média csinál? egy komédia..."
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| Tette.T
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2006-09-09 13:37:11 | 171. |
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"Van aki tisztel, van aki megvet van aki még csak észre sem vett!
De ettől nem érek kevesebbet csak minden nappal egyre többet"
/Liga/
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| SlimRabbit
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2006-09-08 20:31:29 | 170. |
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valaki akinek megvan falcon-divat cimü száma irjon nagyon kellene elöre is kösz
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| hip hopper
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2006-04-15 08:18:09 | 169. |
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Hát ja, nem normál a csávó.
Előzmény: Niker (166.)
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| x.x.x
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2006-04-14 23:39:38 | 168. |
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"...hogy elveket adjak érted?
egy faszt!! nekem annyit nem ér
a tiszteleted..."
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| x.x.x
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2006-04-14 23:38:04 | 167. |
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"...tudom te is félsz és másokat is féltesz,
nem tudod hogy mi jön még, és hogy itt meddig élhetsz...
legyints egyet, hogy oszoljon az emlékpára,
a múlttal hiába harcolsz, békülj be a mába,
az élet nem gonosz, inkább csak kiszámíthatatlan,
mindenre van magyarázat, hogy mért pont úgy van,
döntsd el,hogy mit akarsz, mert cél nélkül hiába,
feleslegesnek fogod érezni magad a világba, mindenkinek megvan a maga keresztje, a bűne, ezzel együtt kell élni, aztán velünk jön a tűzbe..."
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| Niker
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2006-04-14 19:46:38 | 166. |
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Én még új vagyok én itt,de télleg hülye egy kölyök!
Miket irt a 50CENT-be!!!NEm kell észrevenni...
Előzmény: hip hopper (161.)
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| a.t.i.
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2006-04-14 08:02:35 | 165. |
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Persze.
Előzmény: Tiya (164.)
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| Tiya
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2006-04-13 20:08:20 | 164. |
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irigyseg feltekenyseg abnormalis tünetek aktualis jelensegkent okoz aram szünetet...
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| Mike65
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2006-04-13 18:23:35 | 163. |
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te mekkora egy kibaszott gyökér vagy! minek vagy te itt, egész nap a hülyeségeidet teríted itt a fórumon, maradhatnál inkább kussba kis hülyegyerek ha értelmeset nem tudsz mondani!
Előzmény: a.t.i. (158.)
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| Cassidy
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2006-04-13 18:18:17 | 162. |
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Na ne mond!Az enyémet tudod!Gyere hozzám,hozd a késed!Lássam!Kiváncsi vagyok mit tudsz!Na jössz?Ne add le megint a McDonald's-os fázist!!!
Előzmény: a.t.i. (160.)
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| hip hopper
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2006-04-13 18:17:06 | 161. |
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Azt írtad hogy:,,És mivan ha meghalt Proof?Kinem szarja le?"
Ez szerinted arra utal hogy komolyan veszed.
Na mindeggy látom nem érdemes veled foglalkozni.
Előzmény: a.t.i. (160.)
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| a.t.i.
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2006-04-13 18:09:48 | 160. |
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Te is.Én komolyan veszem!Te vedd komolyan!Még megvághat a késem éle!Szerencséd hogy nem tudom a cimedet!
Előzmény: hip hopper (159.)
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| hip hopper
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2006-04-13 18:04:51 | 159. |
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Komolyabban vehetnéd a halált.
Előzmény: a.t.i. (158.)
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| a.t.i.
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2006-04-13 18:03:49 | 158. |
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Menj már a francba!És mivan ha meghalt Proof?Kinem szarja le?Adod itt a nagyot?
Előzmény: Wanksta (157.)
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| Wanksta
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2006-04-13 17:56:58 | 157. |
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"Just bring who you gon' bring on, who you gon' swing on?
I'm King Kong, guns blow you to king-dom come
Show you machine gun funk
Sixteen m-16's and one pump [click-clack]
The snub in my paw, shove it in your jaw
Have you runnin out this fuckin club in your drawers
We lovin the broads, there's nothin to applaud
But fuck it it's all good, the hood is up in The Source
It's fight music"
PROOF/D12-FIGHT MUSIC-\RIP\
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| Kovda
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2006-04-13 17:31:25 | 156. |
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"And we like to floss, all my diamonds gloss
(tricka-wy-yow), I represent the Dirty South
And we riding Blaze, Jags and Escalades
I'm Third Coast born, but you know I'm Texas made"
/Lil' Flip/
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