Mobb Deep - Shook Ones Part II (HD) rocki369 2010-01-31 | http://beemp3.com/go_r.php?url=02802ed31a052068b797f28831a398a3&file=5530151&scuk=4459764mobb deep shook ones part 2Word up son, word..Yeah, to all the killers and the hundred dollar billersFor real, niggas who ain't got no feelingsCheck it out now[Prodigy]I got you stuck off the realnessWe be the infamous, you heard of usOfficial Queens bridge murderersThe Mobb comes equipped with warfareBeware of my crime family,Who got 'nuff shots to shareFor all of those who wanna profile and poseRock you in your face,Stab your brain with your noseboneYou're all alone in these streets, cousinEvery man for theirself in this land we be gunnin'And keep them shook crews runnin',Like they supposed toThey come around but they never come close toI can see it inside your faceYou're in the wrong placeCowards like you just get they're whole body laced upWith bullet holes and suchSpeak the wrong words man and you will get touchedYou can put your whole army against my team andI guarantee you it'll be your very last time breathin'Your simple words just don't move meYou're minor, we're majorYou all up in the game and don't deserve to be a playaDon't make me have to call your name outYour crew is featherweightMy gunshots'll make you levitateI'm only nineteen but my mind is olderAnd when the things get for real,My warm heart turns coldAnother nigga deceased, another story gets toldIt ain't nuttin' really, ay yo dun, fuck the PhillySo I can get my mind off these yellow backed niggasWhy they still alive? I don't know, go figureMeanwhile back in Queens the realness is foundationIf I die, I couldn't choose a better locationWhen the slugs penetrate, you feel a burning sensationGetting closer to God, in a tight situationNow, take these words home and think it throughOr the next rhyme I write might be about youSon, they shook,Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooksScared to death and scared to lookThey shookCause ain't no such things as halfway crooksScared to death and scared to lookLivin' the live, that of diamonds and gunsThere's numerous ways you can choose to earn fundsSome of 'em get shot, locked downAnd turn nunsCowardly hearts end straight up shook ones, shook onesHe ain't a crook son, he's just a shook one[Havoc]For every rhyme I write, it's 25 to lifeYo, it's a must the gats we trust safeguardin' my lifeAin't no time for hesitationThat only leads to incarcerationYou don't know me, there's no relationQueens bridge niggas don't playI don't got time for your petty thinking mindSon, I'm bigga than thoseClaimin' that you pack heat,But you're scared to holdAnd when the smoke clears,You'll be left with one in your dome13 years in the projects, my mentality is what, kidYou talk a good one, but you don't want itSometimes I wonder: Do I deserve to live,Or am I going to burn in hell for all the things I didNo time to dwell on that cause my brain reactsFront if you want kid, lay on your backI don't fake jacks kid, you know I bring it to you liveStay in a child's place, kid you out of lineCriminal minds thirsty for recognitionI'm sippin', E&J, got my mind flippin'I'm buggin', think I'm how bizarre to hold my hustlin'Get that loot kid, you know my functionCause long as I'm alive I'ma live illegalAnd once I get on I'ma put on on my peopleReact mixed to lyricsLike Macs I hit your dome upWhen I roll up, don't be caught sleepin',Cause I'm creepin'Son, they shook,Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooksScared to death and scared to lookThey shookCause ain't no such things as halfway crooksScared to death and scared to lookThey shook,Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooksScared to death and scared to lookThey shookCause ain't no such things as halfway crooksLivin' the live, that of diamonds and gunsThere's numerous ways you can choose to earn fundsSome of 'em get shot, locked downAnd turn nunsCowardly hearts end straight up shook ones, shook onesHe ain't a crook son, he's just a shook oneYeah, yeah, yeah, yeahTo all the villains and the hundred dollar billersTo real brothers who ain't got no feelingsYeah, the whole Bridge, Queens get the money41st side keepin' it real, you knowQueens get the money
Peja - jest jedna rzecz (HD) rocki369 2010-01-29 | Peja - jest jedna rzecz Jest jedna rzecz dla której warto ¿yæ(hip hop) i nie zmienia siê nic, wszyscyJest jedna rzecz dla której warto ¿yæ(hip hop) i nie zmienia siê nic, dalejJest jedna rzecz dla której warto ¿yæ(hip hop) i nie zmienia siê nicBezustannie patrzy³em na tych którzy siê wybiliBez przerwy œledzi³em jak zyskuj¹ nowe si³yUnderground to dla mnie ekonomiczne przyczynyNieporadnoœæ promotorów, wydawców wole czynyMateria³ zrobiony z w³asnej bez inicjatywyNielegal, my najd³u¿ej, SLU z czyjej winy?Od dawna swoje robiê, a wydawca oszukujeMi³oœæ do muzyki twórczoœæ tê wykorzystujeObiecujê, wypromujê lecz na tym siê koñczyle siê rozpoczê³o, lecz tak Ÿle siê nie zakoñczyJesteœmy od gadek, od podk³adów, od koncertówOd studyjnych zmagañ, s³ownych tych eksperymentówKiedyœ niemo¿liwym by³o robiæ bez ekspertówDeta, wideoklip, akustyk, g³oœnia, kontraktZ w³asnej inicjatywy, tak potrzebna nam promocja¯eby s³owa na tych bitach dotar³y dzisiaj do wasSzkie³ko, radio na koncertach z czarnej p³ytyWschodnie czy zachodnie, nowe rzeczy dziœ tworzymyTrudnoœci przeskoczymy i do reszty do³¹czymyNikt z nowoœci¹ nie przeskoczy, z konsekwencj¹ kroczymyStar¹ wydeptan¹ œcie¿k¹ z baga¿em doœwiadczeñNieuczciwy skurwysyn nie pozbawi³ nas marzeñI obyœ siê przeliczy³, ¿ebyœ plecy zaliczy³Jak pies ogrodnika szczerze bêdê ci dziœ ¿yczy³Pseudo biznesmeni z bazaru nie wydawcyDajcie se z tym spokój, szkoda waszej marnej kasyNie bêdziecie zarobasy, brak tu profesjonalizmuTym stwierdzeniem was pozbawiam resztek optymizmuI zawijam siê do chaty potrenowaæ nowe katyNapisaæ parê s³ów no i wypiæ zdrowie za tychKtórzy dzisiaj nie mog¹, bo nie wyszli na swojeBo jak siê okaza³o skrzywdzi³ ich wydawca gnojekA ty siê nie wkurwiaj tylko przemyœl co tu mówiêKochasz hip hop no to popraw sw¹ wytwórniêJest jedna rzecz dla której warto ¿yæ(hip hop) i nie zmienia siê nic, wszyscyJest jedna rzecz dla której warto ¿yæ(hip hop) i nie zmienia siê nic, dalejJest jedna rzecz dla której warto ¿yæ(hip hop) i nie zmienia siê nicNie jeden mnie zapyta po co ta kolejna p³ytaDla kasy, chcesz siê sprawdziæ, z pierwszych stron gazet nie znikaæTo co by³o marzeniami sta³o siê rzeczywistoœci¹Nagrywam, wydajê to dziêki umiejêtnoœciomPytasz czym siê w tym kieruje, do hip hopu mi³oœci¹I straszny sentyment, szalony dziewiêædziesi¹ty trzeciCzas leci, a my jak ma³e dzieciCzy pamiêtasz te czasy gdy Bill Baschweek straci³ okoCzasy beat rocka, kolejne lekcjeJego reminiscencjê, czy pamiêtasz to jeszcze?Rap siê zmienia, zmienia brzmieniaSposób ³¹czenia, mówienia, flow technika, skojarzeniaZobacz bunt i do szkó³Koniec lat dziewiêædziesi¹tych dla dzieciaków old schoolTo czas najlepszy i nie wie o tym ka¿dy¯e rap klasyczny siê wywodzi z czasów tamtychA dziœ zastój siê zrobi³, chocia¿ nie jest tak najgorzejWielki powrót DJ, nowy pozytywny wzorzecI walka z pieni¹dzem, walka z komercjalizacj¹Skazana na przegran¹, ja przygl¹dam siê tym akcjomFinansowym motywacjom, reklam¹, prezentacj¹Rap opuszcza podwórko, teraz skóra i biurkoSpowiany przemys³u chmurk¹ z ca³¹ przyjemn¹ for¹Rap globalny, sprzedajny, rap masowo uprawianyDwudziesty pierwszy wiek przynosi wielkie zmianyTy po której staniesz stronie, po hajs wyci¹gniesz d³onieZanim skurwysynu po³o¿ysz je na mikrofoniePasuje ci ten wybór i klipy cha³turnikówZawsze lepiej ubranych, ni¿ utalentowanychTa, ja stanê po drugiej stronie barykadyNie zaakceptujê zmiany, na to nie przygotowanyW stylu brzmieniu dobrze znany, reprezentujê biedêOd Jot do E, zwróæcie rapowi korzenieKarton na ta lata, b-boy leci i wymiataDJ drapiê, MC gada i toasty swoje sk³adaZale¿y mi na tym, ja nie wstawiam tobie kituCa³e ¿ycie w rytm bregnitów i cytatów z klasykówTo druga czêœæ oblicza bardzo dobrych wynikówTo zaanga¿owanie tych kilku zawodnikówNawijamy z gracj¹ jak figury Kosmo CityTeraz bijcie brawa, ja siê najem bêdê sytyPrzes³uchane taœmy, p³yty tu (hip hop)Szacunek dla tradycji, kultowanie tu (hip hop)Obalanie mitów, koneksje tu (hip hop)PrzyjaŸnie z artystami, wolne style tu (hip hop)Setki godzin w sklepach z p³ytami tu (hip hop)Woja¿e zagraniczne, sceniczne tu (hip hop)Sztama z undergroundem i szacunek tu (hip hop)Sprawdzanie siê z MC, bitwy tu (hip hop)Kumate œrodowisko i wspólnota tu (hip hop)Tony zapisanych kartek, bohomazy tu (hip hop)Improwizacja godna MC tu (hip hop, hip hop)
Eminem - My Name Is (HD) rocki369 2010-01-24 | Eminem-My name is[Chorus (2x):]Hi! My name is.. (what?) My name is.. (who?)My name is.. [scratches] Slim ShadyHi! My name is.. (huh?) My name is.. (what?)My name is.. [scratches] Slim ShadyAhem.. excuse me!Can I have the attention of the class for one second?[Eminem:]Hi kids! Do you like violence? (Yeah yeah yeah!)Wanna see me stick Nine Inch Nails through each one of my eyelids? (Uh-huh!)Wanna copy me and do exactly like I did? (Yeah yeah!)Try 'cid and get fucked up worse that my life is? (Huh?)My brain's dead weight, I'm trying to get my head straightBut I can't figure out which Spice Girl I want to impregnate (Ummmm..)And Dr. Dre said, "Slim Shady you a basehead!"Uh-uhhh! "So why's your face red? Man you wasted!"Well since age twelve, I've felt like I'm someone elseCause I hung my original self from the top bunk with a beltGot pissed off and ripped Pamela Lee's tits offAnd smacked her so hard I knocked her clothes backwards like Kris KrossI smoke a fat pound of grass and fall on my assFaster than a fat bitch who sat down too fastC'mere slut! (Shady, wait a minute, that's my girl dog!)I don't give a fuck, God sent me to piss the world off![Chorus 2x ]Hi! My name is.. (what?) My name is.. (who?)My name is.. [scratches] Slim ShadyHi! My name is.. (huh?) My name is.. (what?)My name is.. [scratches] Slim Shady[Eminem:]My English teacher wanted to flunk me in Junior HighThanks a lot, next semester I'll be 35I smacked him in his face with an eraser, chased him with a staplerAnd stapled his nuts to a stack of papers (Owwwwwwww!)Walked in the strip club, had my jacket zipped upFlashed the bartender, then stuck my dick in the tip cupExtraterrestrial, running over pedestriansIn a space ship while they screaming at me: "LET'S JUST BE FRIENDS!"Ninety-nine percent of my life I was lied toI just found out my mom does more dope than I do (Damn!)I told her I'd grow up to be a famous rapperMake a record about doing drugs and name it after her (Oh thank you!)You know you blew up when the women rush your standsAnd try to touch your hands like some screaming Usher fans (Aaahhhhhh!)This guy at White Castle asked for my autograph(Dude, can I get your autograph?)So I signed it: 'Dear Dave, thanks for the support, ASSHOLE!'[Chorus 2x ]Hi! My name is.. (what?) My name is.. (who?)My name is.. [scratches] Slim ShadyHi! My name is.. (huh?) My name is.. (what?)My name is.. [scratches] Slim Shady[Eminem:]Stop the tape! This kid needs to be locked away! (Get him!)Dr. Dre, don't just stand there, OPERATE!I'm not ready to leave, it's too scary to die (Fuck that!)I'll have to be carried inside the cemetery and buried alive (Huh yup!)Am I coming or going? I can barely decideI just drank a fifth of vodka -- dare me to drive? (Go ahead)All my life I was very deprivedI ain't had a woman in years, and my palms are too hairy to hide (Whoops!)Clothes ripped like the Incredible Hulk (hachhh-too)I spit when I talk, I'll fuck anything that walks (C'mere)When I was little I used to get so hungry I would throw fitsHOW YOU GONNA BREAST FEED ME MOM? (WAH!)YOU AIN'T GOT NO TITS! (WAHHH!)I lay awake and strap myself in the bedPut a bulletproof vest on and shoot myself in the head (BANG!)I'm steaming mad (Arrrggghhh!)And by the way when you see my dad? (Yeah?)Tell him that I slit his throat, in this dream I had[Chorus 3x ]Hi! My name is.. (what?) My name is.. (who?)My name is.. [scratches] Slim ShadyHi! My name is.. (huh?) My name is.. (what?)My name is.. [scratches] Slim Shady
