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08.07.2006 21:02 - 50 Cent
Автор: cveta96 Категория: Музика   
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image Рап изпълнителя 50 Cent е новата звезда появила се на музикалната сцена от улиците на Ямайка.
Роден като Curtis Jackson, той израства без баща, а още в детските си години губи и майка си. Отгледан от баба си и дядо си, той се чуства жертва на заобикалящите го наркотици и насилие. С малко късмет се насочова към рап муизката. Оказва се, че това е нещо което му се отдава, и така през 1999-а година вече има договор със звукозаписна компания за да стане една от най-нашумелите рап звезди.


Ето няколко текстове на песни:

Stunt 101

[Chorus]

[50 ўent]
I"ll teach you how to stunt
My wrists stay rocked up
My TV"s pop up in a Maybach benz
I"ll teach you how to stunt
Nigga you can"t see me
My bently GT got smoke-gray tints
I"ll teach you how to stunt
My neck stay blinging, my rims stay gleaming, I"m shining man
I"ll teach you how to stunt
I see you scheming, nigga keep on dreaming, I hurt ya mans
I"ll teach you how to stunt


[50 ўent]
Seven series BM, Six series benz
Twenty-four inches, Giovanni rims
All on one wheel when I"m on one of them
Ma, that boy out there actin a fool that"s him
They say I"ve changed man, I"m getting paper, I"m flashy
They like me better when I"m fucked up and ashy
My royalty check"s the rebirth of Liberace
Stunt so hard, everybody got to watch me
And I don"t really care if it"s platinum or white gold
As long as the VS bling, look at that light show
In the hood they say Fifty man your sneaker look white yo
Just can"t believe Reebok did a deal with a psycho
Banks is a sure thing, yall niggaz might blow
I"m fittin to drop that, so I suggest you lay low
Buc, he from Cashville, Tenneckee nigga
Getting them ten of keys, save ten for me nigga


[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks]
I"m sensing a lot of tension now that I"m rappin
But the kids used to look up to you, what happened?
Me on the contrary, hand covered with platinum
Different color coupes but I"m in love with the black one
On point, cuz you get R.I.P."s when slacking
So the stashbox big enough to squeeze the mack in
Yeah, I"m fairly new but I demand some respect
Cuz I already wear your advance on my neck
I"m fresh off the jet, then I breeze to the beaches
Blue yankee fitted, G-Unit sneakers
I already figured out what to do with all my features
Decorate the basement, full of street sweepers
When it comes to stuntin" theres nothing you can teach us
We"re in a different time zone, your records don"t reach us
Naww, I ain"t here to save the world, just roll up a blunt
Come with me out front, I"LL TEACH YOU HOW TO STUNT


[Chorus]

[Young Buc]
Chain so icy, you don"t have to like me
In a throwback jersey, with the throwback nikes
I know you probably seen me with Cash Money from back in the days
The only thing changed is the numbers on the range
I bought me an old school and blew out the brains
The Roc the Mic tour, I threw off my chain
My sprewell"s spinning man, I"m doing my thing
And whodi now in trouble now that you in the game
Come on now, we all know gold is getting old
The ice in my teeth keep the crystal cold
G-Unit homie, actin" like yall don"t know
Look, I can"t even walk through the mall no more
I just pull up, get out, and get all the hoes
They never seen doors lift up on a car before
Don"t be mad at me dog, that"s all I know
That"s how to show these fougaisies how it"s supposed to go

[Chorus]


Wanna Get To Know You

[Intro/Chorus: Joe]
I wanna get to know ya
I really wanna thug you, baby
One dose of your lovin
I know it gon" drive me, crazy
I wanna be your lover
I wanna get to know you, baby
One dose of my lovin
I know it gon" drive you, crazy

[Verse One: Young Buck]
I"m lovin how you look in my eyes, swangin them hips when you pass
I"m visualizin my name tattooed on that ass baby
Jump on this Harley, let"s go smoke some of that Bob Marley
Sip some Bacardi then go pull up at the after party
I think we make a perfect couple, but you think I"m trouble
Maybe that"s the reason you gave me the wrong number (what?)
She got me feelin like, maybe she the wrong woman
Think I"ma be chasin the chickenhead, you"re on somethin
Your toes painted, hair fixed all the time
And your Gucci boots the same color as mine
If you read between the lines you can see that I want you
I betcha I"ll have you doin what you said that you won"t do
Make a decision shorty, good thangs don"t last long
Your girlfriend keeps showin me that thong
Before I head home I"ma stop at your house and blow the horn
If you come outside you know it"s on, holla at your boy

[Chorus]

[Verse Two: Lloyd Banks]
Now bitches be frustrated with a baller, wonder why I don"t call her
Maybe because I"m busy and she need someone to spoil her
It gets annoying, from time to time I gotta ignore her
In order to let her know that we friends and nuttin more
She loves it when I"m in town, hate it when I"m not around
I get her and wear her down, next door neighbors hear the sound
Pictures hittin the ground, just enough to hold us down
I"m stickin and movin, cruisin after the third round
Just lay back baby and let me drive you crazy
I can make a forty-year old feel like a young lady
I admit I fell in love with a friend
And to make her feel special I let her call my by my government name
Her panties wet over fame, fell in love with my chain
I wonder if I wasn"t an entertainer, would she remain?
Surroundin me, houndin me, tryin to be my ON-LY
I"m not your boyfriend, I"m your HO-MEY

[Chorus]

[Verse Thre: 50 ўent]
Yeah
Don"t know what fuck me up more, watchin her lick her lips
Or watchin her walk, she hypnotized me with her hips man
I sweet talk her if she like
Cause all she really want is a nigga to treat her right, right?
Look, I"m legit now, I used to break laws
Now you can reap the benefits of world tours
Big house, big Benz, girl it"s yours
Mink coats, Italian shoes, stones with no flaws
You ain"t got ta look like a model for me to adore you
All you gotta do is love me and be loyal
Don"t indulge in my past, fuck what happened before you
Cause to me some bunny"s gon" hate you that never saw you
C"mere, let me touch on you, I let you touch on me
Put my tongue on you, you put your tongue on me
Let me ride on you and you can ride on
We can do it all the night, we can have a baller night





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1. анонимен - crazyboy
22.11.2006 21:58
ei cveti mojili da sloji6 teksta na in the club. ina4e saita e qki4ak!!!!!
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