Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Jack Frost nipping at your nose
Yule-tide carols being sung by a choir
And folks dressed up like Eskimos.
Everybody knows a turkey
and some mistletoe
Help to make the season bright
Tiny tots with their eyes all aglow
Will find it hard to sleep tonight.
They know that Santa's on his way
He's loaded lots of toys
and goodies on his sleigh
And every mother's child is gonna spy
To see if reindeer
really know how to fly.
And so I'm offering this simple phrase
To kids from one to ninety-two
Although it's been said
many times, many ways
Merry Christmas to you.
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Dime Si Recuerdas - Ivy Queen
Hoy te confieso que me he convertido en puro llanto
y aunque pesado el tiempo no parese ni tanto
aun recuerdo el sabor de tus labios
el olor de tu ropa en mi armario
veo tu sombra en la cortina del baño
no te niego que me volvi un recuerdo ordinario
y aunque me hundo en la nada yo te pienso a diario
y aun recuerdo tu mano en mi mano
el color de tu piel en verano
yo trate de olvidarte y fue en vano
dime si me extrañas
tu tambien
dime si me piensas
tu tambien
hay dime si recuerdas esos dias
cuando juramos amarnos tanto
enamorados de la vida
presos del amor
de un amor de esos que no se olvidan
hay dime si recuerdas esos dias
cuando te quedabas en mi cuarto
y me jurabas que eras mio
lleno de ilusion
hay no sabes como te he querido
hoy me parece que el tiempo
no ha pasado en vano
si ves adentro veras lo mucho que he madurado
aunque aveces le miento a mi almohada
y le digo que ya no te amo
en silencio escondida en mi cuarto
te confieso que aun lloro por ti cada rato
que en mi cartera todavia guardo tu retrato
aun recuerdo tu boca en mi boca
las caricias que me vuelven loca
despertar contigo era extraordinario
dime si me extrañas tu tambien
dime si me piensas tu tambien
hay dime si recuerdas esos dias
cuando te quedabas en mi cuarto
y me jurabas que eras mio
lleno de ilusion
hay no sabes como te he querido
oye yo le llamo sentimiento(remix)
looney tunes!
noriega
y yo...
Make It Hot - Lil' Mama
I, I came to put it down
Straight from New York to da A-Town
Haters wanna see me down
I ain't even put, put, put it down
And when I'm flippin' the script and they gon be like-Oh
And if I skip em' or chip em' they gon be like-No
Cause when I'm spittin' they sittin' cause they already-Know
This Real Music I Make It Hot
Verse
It's Little Mama voice of the young people
Mouthpiece for the young breeze so slow ya speed..Whoa!
I'm about dat fetty, about that dat dough, about dat flow
After me that's as far as it goes
Cause Little Mama got whips and chains
The only time you see it bark is at a tear for I'm a walk ya game
Been G'd up since Hawk was lain
So you doubt me you doubt ya brain
Must, must be insane to ever thinkin' that a chick like B could ever, ever see a chick like me
That's Crazy!
And if you ever thought that it might be
Then you betta step ya J-O-B, Up Baby!
Been crazy since I was a baby!
Now ya girl switch write bars and spit crazy
Let the whole world know I gets crazy!
Wit da music I make it hot
Chorus
Hot, hot my lyrics be popping
Oh how I could just spit it so sloppy
The way that I be rocking they probably think I'm cocky
But they don't know about me I grab it til I lock it-Down
They pointin' fingaz and chose me cause I'm a hold it-Down
I'm spittin records and bet this you can't control it-Now
They spinning records and notice that I'm a hold it-Down
Wit da music I make it pop
Pop, Pop dough school, pro tool,
Get in da booth and I'm a show you how a pro do
Me to you whom
Not even I could stand up when I
Why try look, my eyes don't lie
I don't see nobody close as I
I been lookin' through my periphial vision and I
Start to wonder hypnosed is I
Nobody as nice as I remember that I, I, I,
Chorus
It's Little Mama!
Voice of the Young People!
This Real Music I Make It Hot
It's Little Mama!!!!
Straight from New York to da A-Town
Haters wanna see me down
I ain't even put, put, put it down
And when I'm flippin' the script and they gon be like-Oh
And if I skip em' or chip em' they gon be like-No
Cause when I'm spittin' they sittin' cause they already-Know
This Real Music I Make It Hot
Verse
It's Little Mama voice of the young people
Mouthpiece for the young breeze so slow ya speed..Whoa!
I'm about dat fetty, about that dat dough, about dat flow
After me that's as far as it goes
Cause Little Mama got whips and chains
The only time you see it bark is at a tear for I'm a walk ya game
Been G'd up since Hawk was lain
So you doubt me you doubt ya brain
Must, must be insane to ever thinkin' that a chick like B could ever, ever see a chick like me
That's Crazy!
And if you ever thought that it might be
Then you betta step ya J-O-B, Up Baby!
Been crazy since I was a baby!
Now ya girl switch write bars and spit crazy
Let the whole world know I gets crazy!
Wit da music I make it hot
Chorus
Hot, hot my lyrics be popping
Oh how I could just spit it so sloppy
The way that I be rocking they probably think I'm cocky
But they don't know about me I grab it til I lock it-Down
They pointin' fingaz and chose me cause I'm a hold it-Down
I'm spittin records and bet this you can't control it-Now
They spinning records and notice that I'm a hold it-Down
Wit da music I make it pop
Pop, Pop dough school, pro tool,
Get in da booth and I'm a show you how a pro do
Me to you whom
Not even I could stand up when I
Why try look, my eyes don't lie
I don't see nobody close as I
I been lookin' through my periphial vision and I
Start to wonder hypnosed is I
Nobody as nice as I remember that I, I, I,
Chorus
It's Little Mama!
Voice of the Young People!
This Real Music I Make It Hot
It's Little Mama!!!!
Into The Flood - Deepfield
I want to write your name into my flesh
I want to be in love with myself again
I want to bring it down
I want to bring it down
I believe that things are changing
Where is the gain in all the hell you bring
In the search for something new?
Because the birds won't sing when their cages stink
So think of something else to say
Because things are changing
I want to write your name into my flesh
I want to be in love with myself again
I want to bring it down
I want to bring it down
I believe that things are changing
Your hands, held tight around
The throat of what it is to live these days
And we choke on the pain feed into our heads
We're not gonna be here when you get back
I want to write your name into my flesh
I want to be in love with myself again
I want to bring it down
I want to bring it down
I believe that things are changing
For the best
And all the rest into the flood
All of me has to bleed
But part of me has got to be alive
I want to be in love with myself again
I want to bring it down
I want to bring it down
I believe that things are changing
Where is the gain in all the hell you bring
In the search for something new?
Because the birds won't sing when their cages stink
So think of something else to say
Because things are changing
I want to write your name into my flesh
I want to be in love with myself again
I want to bring it down
I want to bring it down
I believe that things are changing
Your hands, held tight around
The throat of what it is to live these days
And we choke on the pain feed into our heads
We're not gonna be here when you get back
I want to write your name into my flesh
I want to be in love with myself again
I want to bring it down
I want to bring it down
I believe that things are changing
For the best
And all the rest into the flood
All of me has to bleed
But part of me has got to be alive
Ey Dj - Culcha Candela
Chorus:
[2x]
Ey DJ
bring den Tune zurück
mach keine Fachsen
die Meute spielt verrückt
der ganze Club brennt
und alle schreien im Chor
wir wollen feiern
wir wollen Party
wir wollen bässe im Ohr
oh Mami wie du dich bewegst
von hinten siehts aus als wenn du viel bewegst
meine Blicke wandern von Backe zu Backe
wenn ich mich entscheiden müsste würde ich beide nehm'
meinen Quadrizeps dehnen und dann richtig abgehen
gib mir Vibration, ich will dein ***** zittern sehen
ey stop wofür wirst du bezahlt
DJ dreh die Platte rückwärts spiel den Shit nochmal
Chorus:
Ey DJ
bring den Tune zurück
mach keine Fachsen
die Meute spielt verrückt
der ganze Club brennt
und alle schreien im Chor
wir wollen feiern
wir wollen Party
wir wollen bässe im Ohr
gib mehr Stoff ich schlaf schon im stehen
guck dich mal um die Leute wollen gehen
warum kannst du nicht mal 'n hamma! Tune auflegen
fang doch mal an man
oder lass mich mal ran man
ich zeig' dir den nächsten Gang
du wirst schon sehen
wie die Leute plötzlich abgehen
Mädel und Macker und Macker und Mädel
[four, three, two, one]
nimm dein Macker nimm dein Macker nimm dein Macker nimm ihn
nimm dein Mädel nimm dein Mädel nimm dein Mädel nimm sie ...
nimm dein Macker nimm dein Macker nimm dein Macker nimm ihn
nimm dein Mädel nimm dein Mädel ...
Chorus:
Ey DJ bring den Tune zurück
mach keine Fachsen
die Meute spielt verrückt
der ganze Club brennt
und alle schreien im Chor
wir wollen feiern
wir wollen Party
wir wollen bässe im Ohr
uuuuuh alles dreht sich Honey
wat für 'ne hammer party
die Konservationen bestehen aus "schallala" und "ladidadi"
ich frag mich warum die L-L-Leute jehn
um 6 uhr früh sind doch die B-B-Bräute schön
mein Drink is leer zack ab an die Bar
alles geht heut Abend auf mich
doch es is keener mehr da
und zu guter letzt kommt vor dem Club der DJ vorgefahrn'
ich ruf rin' in seinen Wagen
Alter bring den Tune nochmal!!!
Chorus:
[2x]
Ey DJ bring den Tune zurück
mach keine Fachsen
die Meute spielt verrückt
der ganze Club brennt
und alle schreien im Chor
wir wollen feiern
wir wollen Party
wir wollen bässe im Ohr
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