Listen Monata campursari 2009{tragedi tali kutang}
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Kita Tidak Sedang Bercinta Lagi (Dewa)
Kita tidak sedang bercinta lagi...
Malam semakin larut Kuberdua dia melepas rindu
Kita semakin hanyut Dalam suasana remang malam
Saling bercerita tentang kisah asmara oh.. oh.. oh..
Tanpa kita tahu Kita bukan pasangan cinta
Reff 1 :
Kita tidak sedang bercinta lagi
Takkan ada cumbu dan rayu lagi
Lebih baik kita hentikan saja
Karena kita sudah terlalu jauh
Suasana saat itu Tak terbayang betapa manisnya
Kita semakin larut Hanyut dalam kerinduan kita
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Saling bercerita tentang kisah asmara oh.. oh.. oh..
Tanpa kita tahu Kita bukan pasangan cinta yang kasmaran
Reff 2 :
Kita tidak sedang bercinta lagi
Lupakan semua kenang nostalgia
Kini kita hanya berteman saja
Tak ada ikatan tali cinta
Kuakui kamu memang cantik
Mempesona dan 'tlah membiusku
Jangan salah sangka Aku hanya ingin bertemu
Bukan untuk melepas nafsu
Back to #, Reff 1 & 2 :
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Sufi (Damasutra)
Sufi selangkah tirai kasihmu ku buka
Engkau serahkan cinta hingga dirimu tiada
Kasih sufi kau rela pilih derita di dunia
Biar rebah di hina kau tak berubah
Kau menguasai selautan
Yang tersembunyi di genggaman
Nafi dan isbat kau sandingkan
Sebagai tali pegangan
Sufi kau hilang di pandangan
Ada di dalam kenikmatan
Engkau dan dia pasti tidak akan terpisah
Andai tertutup tirai sufi
Yang terang tidak nampak terang
Inilah siksa menyakitkan sepanjang jalan
Inginku tempuh titianmu
Dari kekasih ke kekasih
Pengabdianku bersamamu kasih
Biar rebah di hina kau tak berubah
Inch'Allah (MC Solaar)
Tout commence à l'aéroport,
Réception d'une fille qui voulait changer de décor,
Au départ il fait la tête de mort
Mais il est tout excité dés qu'il a aperçu son corps
Qui c'est? Lèche vitrine, shopping à Bel Epine
Il a de l'eau sous les bras chaque fois qu'elle l'appelle darling
Belle! Elle est belle, elle est bonne, elle est tali
L'appelle un peu la belle
Ici ma bella donna
Ca mama la nomadonna
Puis dans le living-room, elle veut faire boom boom
Sa copine arrive, fessait son bal doum doum
Il bébégeillait, lui dit bébé: "j'sais pas qui c'est"
Un menteur n'est jamais crut même quand il dit la vérité
Mais qu'est ce qu'elle a fait?
Dis moi qu'est ce qu'elle a fait?
Qu'est ce qu'elle a fait?
Dis-moi qu'est ce qu'elle a fait?
Quoi tu sais pas (Non j'sais pas, j'sais pas)
Et bien c'est simple, elle a chanté çà
{Refrain:}
Lève les bras et danse avec moi (Danse avec moi)
En jean en short ou en djéllabah
Comme on le dit la-bas
Bébé Inch'Alaah
Lève les bras et danse avec moi (Danse avec moi)
En jean en short ou en djéllabah
On le dit là-bas
Bébé écoute çà
Deuxième histoire, çà se passe le soir
Métro liberté, regard sur le trottoir
Le gars, voilà la nana sur la tête elle a le bandana
Que portait les portoricains durant l'été 83
Que fais-tu dans la vie,
Elle répond j'suis call-girl
Collecte les euros avec ma belle gueule
J'suis là pour les minets qui ne veulent pas rester seul
C'est ainsi que je vie dans cette urbaine jeune gueule,
Il dit: "J'ai pas de cach mais quitte ton taf
J'adore tes yeux, il faut que tu fasses gaffe
Donne-moi ta main que je te mène à la mairie
Quand tu diras oui les amis jetteront du riz
La Pin-Up se lève, lui parle de façon brève
Au mec cri: "J'rêve" et se remets du rouge à lèvre
Je serais heureuse de vivre avec toi
Par ce que tu m'aimes et la vie c'est çà
{au Refrain}
Quand je regarde ce qu'il se passe autour
Je vois que la haine s'en va quand viens l'amour
Je souhaite que la guerre laisse place à la paix
Et que les pacifistes prennent la place des guerriers
Qu'on balance de l'amour dans les états majors
Que l'on interdise la loi du plus fort
Tribunal, pénal pour les sectaires
Par ce que fils de dieu, le père nous sommes tous frères
{au Refrain}
En jean en short ou en djéllabah
Comme on le dit la-bas
Bébé Inch'Alaah.
It's a Must (Rakim)
(1st verse)
If I lay low and let the day go it'll slow my payroll
Aye-yo I'm a terrorize charge and slay shows
Ra slay flows go as far as the Barbados
On the turntable sound like tornadoes
My style is performed like tropical storms
Your not to get on the whole spot will get torn
I keep the metropolitan hollering and bring the dollars in
Keep the models following wise as King Solomon
Come slow through the jungle like an animal
Invade any land I go like General Hannibal
From Long Island to Queens light up the New York scenes
All the way to New Orleans and everything in between
Left to go bless a show in Mexico
Next Thing I know it's extra cold I see Eskimo's
Time to rock get it hot soon as I get in there
Spit in they ear so flow they froze and I disappear
(Chorus)(2x)
It's a must that I bust any mic that you hand to me
It's inherited it runs in the family
(2nd verse)
They said I was a head of my time or either here before
To see the idea clear it takes a year or more
Now times that by the years I reign straight-seven
No hear for four years still multiplied by eleven
The silence's a set back make em regret that
One way to get back is violence and wet cats
But hold your head black or I'll never rap again
Just when I thought I was out they pulled me back in
Now that was two years ago and if cats start interfering
Then I'm a go back to the gat and racketeering
My sabotage is camaflouge and espionage
You ain't havin Ra so don't test the god
I'm takin' all orders I can't afford extorters
I hit em in the head with a hundred dollars in quarters
So warn a friend tell em it's on again
If it's a freestyle bust in a park I want in
(Chorus)(2x)
It's a must that I bust any mic that you hand to me
It's inherited it runs in the family
(3rd verse)
I managed to get paid for a decade now add three years on to that
Perform with a knack yes I was born to rap
The mic Lebanon Teflon don is back
I strike with better bombs and armed to attack
So reload the van go ahead let em in
Every tours a war and I'm on the road again
Suprise a town the place it's live and loud
We vibin' now I go wild and dive in the crowd
Never hit the ground they catch me and carry me around
Then put me right back on stage to shut it down
From New York to Cali, Japan and I-tali
I'm known as the microphone Muhammad Ali
I'm worldwide my brothers be biggin' me up
Keep the girls occupied lovin' diggin' me what
Ain't around when I come to town they mad glad
Like Saddaam they even say I'm the bomb in Baghdad
(Chorus)(4x)
It's a must that I bust any mic that you hand to me
It's inherited it runs in the family
Una (Spongecola)
muli namang umihip sa akin
ang hangin ng pagiisa
liwanag kang dagling sumilaw
sa aking mga mata
linilingon, sinusundan
dumadalas ang minsan
ika'y naryan, abot tanaw
kahit walang dahilan
maiiwasan ba
ang bawat sandaling ika'y laman ng isip ko
(maiiwasan bang)
ngayo'y lilipas ng hindi kita nasisilayan
(magkamali sa'yo)
nararapat bang pigilan ang damdamin na
(maiiwasan bang)
lalong mahulog sa iyo
walang maitutulad sa sumpang iyong linikha
putulin man ang tali ay sadyang walang kawala
sa pagkaakit, at di paglapit
nananalangin, at umaasang
maiiwasan ba
ang bawat sandaling ika'y laman ng isip ko
(maiiwasan bang)
ngayo'y lilipas ng hindi kita nasisilayan
(magkamali sa'yo)
nararapat bang pigilan ang damdamin na
(maiiwasan bang)
lalong mahulog sa iyo
hindi padadala
hinding hindi padadala
hindi padadala
Pengerindu Tua (50 cent featuring Lil' Kim)
Di tebing pantai
tua selalu begulai
madu pengerindu tua ambai
dia nuan bejaku
madah sayau ke aku siku
gaga amai ati aku sulu...
onus:
enda kala aku
senang lantang di dunya tu
agi bedau bepangan enggau nuan sulu
nuan meh ke tali
nyawa aku didunya tu
jai manah nuan dipilihku sulu
pengerindu tua nadai alai nyema
lebih besai agi ari dunya
o..o..o..penyayau tua sulu enda ulih dikira
lebih mayuh agi ari leka ujan
bejanji tua sulu
minta tulung petara
ngambi ke meri berekat
ke pengerindu tua
anang bula ke pangan
anang bula ke janji
tua ti deka idup sekunsi..
Diabelski Zart (Dzem)
Diabli mi zrobili zart
Joba mam na punkcie kart
Co zarobie zaraz gram
Od trzech lat juz jestem sam
Zona zostawila mnie
Bo nie mogla tego zniesc
Co poradzic na to mam
Nawet we snie w karty gram
Dwie kobiety pragna mnie
Dama pik i dama kier
Zona zostawila mnie
Bo nie mogla tego zniesc
Kombinuje co by tu
Sprzedac zeby zagrac znow
Dawno juz zabrali mi
Telewizor krzesla drzwi
Zona zostawila mnie
Bo nie mogla tego zniesc
I odeszla w sina dal
Zabierajac talie kart
Diabli mi zrobili zart
Joba mam na punkcie kart
Sara (KLA Project)
Sampai saatnya tiba tetap kunanti (Sara)
Diri percaya asmara kan terjadi
Meneduhkan 'nubari yang kering dan gersang
Tersirami dengan curahan kasih sayang
Sejak semula kita bertemu
Nyanyian batin melantun merdu
Rerasanan berlimpah
Tak kuasa terbendung, oh, oh
Terbaca parasmu tak peduli
Akan birunya hati di sini
Tataplah mata jiwa
Hanya jernih bersahaja, oh
Lembut memukamu, oh, oh
T'lah kusiapkan panah cintaku
Merentang tali busurnya
Lepas dan tertuju satu
jerusalem (d\'archetypes)
In the 1980's our runnings, they were fun boy, we were specialists.
Tip toeing, tango's race, riots mix, blessings on the screen.
20 years later and were living in the center of a catalyst.
All this imigration, remixing this nation, jingle mution.
You know what I mean?
[2 3 4]:p
If you dont mind I'd like to explain.
My parents decided to call me Shane, which is kinda strange, because it rearangered everything that happened there after.
please understand im not wishing to blame, I made the choices that lead to my pain.
It's not all bad though, if the truth be told, every cloud's got a lining of laughter.
[Huh Huh Huh]
I laughed as I took their mick out of my own culture in an effort to fit in.
[But But Ding Ding]
I cried to my mates, not seeing the irony of my actions.
An inverse reaction, to the dichotomy of growing up an alien to both, my brown skin, and the country I was living in.
No sense of roots away with yoot, who called himself the Milky-bar-kid.
Dark on the outside light on the in unable to dig the consequences of what he did.
and did those boys in ancient times, hide themself in beats and rhymes, while the countinents divine, shun forth on the primrose hill.
I hurt my arse sitting in that fence, not knowing on which side my bread was butted.
Not quite english but not quite indian.
Enough to make a young man mentaly ill.
but now I think ive figured it out
See I'm a card carying indian.
I'm a doner card carying indian.
I'm a doner kebap carying indian.
I'm a wandering jury.
Brought up in a land where the holy lamb of god was seen revolving on a spit.
Are you getting it?
==
In the 1980's our runnings, they were fun boy, we were specialists.
Tip toe, tango's race, riots mix, blessings on the screen.
20 years later and were living in the midle of a catalyst.
all this imigration, remixing this nation, jingle mutation.
You know what I mean?
==
The Muslim man next door to me, is a very nice man, who fasts for Ramadan, and gives me Christmas cards and our kids play together in our backyards.
This makes me proud to be part of a culture where all races are tolerated.
Perhaps it's the begining of a time where we start to understand that actually were all related.
Funny, perhaps fated.
That it should happen here in London town.
Because gues I'd not be here in the first place, if not for the fact, that this country's gangsters once set out to take advantage of my mothertongue's race, and now for its sins the tables are turned.
the Minara's and the Minaret's, the good Bara's en the epiphets.
The Gujarati [~~ pati goal ~~] who're serving up the tali, to the tracks of the somali's, hunking kali in the alley's, While the Turkish bar's are witnes of the fitnes of the European's.
Seeing all the black skin bodies sweating in the mist.
Welcome to my city which proudly wears it's legacy.
Where the mix up and mash up of colonial piracy has resulted in a place, where all these races are content to co-exist.
And that's till the lining I talked about.
Well I guess I resolved my issues.
No longer ashamed of being brown but proud.
And no longer in doubt that this green and pleasant land is my home.
The way I see things now:
This city is my father, and India my mother, and I'm surrounded by uncles and aunties that I never knew I had.
thanks mum and dad.
==
In the 1980's our runnings, they were fun boy, we were specialists.
Tip toe, tango's race, riots mix, blessings on the screen.
20 years later and were living in the midle of a catalyst.
all this imigration, remixing this nation, jingle mutation.
You know what I mean?
==
You could be a black man or be a white man.
You could be an Indian or come from Pakistan.
[One blood! One blood! One blood!]
you could be Colombian, Japanese, German, French, American, Russian.
It doesnt matter
[One blood! One blood! One blood!]
I'll not cease from mental fight nor'll my sword sleep in my hand, till jerusalem's been built in this green and pleasant land.
=== Amplitude ===
still some error's in this
Barbie Ep.1 (Stepehen Speaks)
Criss blaziny:
Ea e Barbie altele vor sa o imite
La cat de scumpa este Barbie nu prea isi pot permite
Ea nu tine cont de moda o arde cum simte
Ea se imbraca cu stil iar stilul ei nu minte
Ea nu vorbeste atunci cand trebuie sa asculte
Ea nu renunta atunci cand problemele sunt multe
Ea nu crede in zvonuri, ea stie cum sunt
Ma place pentru caracter nu pentru ca eu cant
Ea adora iarba yo o ador scoate o foita
Din cannabis o sa'i fac ce'a mai sexy coronita
Si daca as fi la puscarie fara a ezita
Sigur Barbie ar fi singura piesa care m'ar vizita
Alexia:
De doi ani si ceva nu mai esti in toate mintile
Esti doar in mintea mea
Criss Blaziny:
Ea are multi bani de fapt au parinti
Da ea vrea banii ei si pentru asta trage cu dintii
E la facultate in bucale da mai are un job pe langa
Cu banii plateste chiria, nu are cum sa'i stranga
Se mai si distreaza, mai iese la cumparaturi
Cu Barbie in cabina de proba cele mai tari aventuri
E o lume rece, ai aduc caldura imi dau cuvantul
o incalzesc Blaziny e soarele, Barbie e pamanul
Si ea nu e genul de curva care sa profite
Chiar si fara cluburi petrecem momente inedite
Nu ne distram in cluburi cum ne distram la scara
Cand impartim aceeasi bere si aceeasi tigare
Aceeasi punga de chipsuri, de pufarine sau de pufuleti
Barbie ia mintile fetelor, ce sa mai zic de baieti
Ei nu ai pasa de masini, chestii e indiferenta
Pot sa o leg de pat cu catusele e tot independenta
Alexia:
De doi ani si ceva nu mai esti in toate mintile
Esti doar in mintea mea
Criss Blaziny:
Cand ies fara ea nu ma controleaza, nu ma suna
Eu stiu ca ma iubeste dar nu vreau sa mi'o spuna
O arde cu accesorii, se imbraca hip hop dar slim
Nu se lasa condusa de moda ci de instinct
In talie masura 27, 34 lungime
Cand o scot din jeansii aia face crime
Poarta fila chiar daca altele nu poarta
Asculta ce ascult si eu este o adevarata arta
Ea e ca aerul dar ma lasa fara respiratie
Bruneta, ochii caprui sursa mea de inspiratie
Ai place cum o ard yo, cum ma imbrac yo
Atitudinea mea si chiar, chiar tot ce fac yo
Caterinca mea, rade la glume nu se supara
Toti banii din lume sufletul el nu il cumpara
E sheruita uneori dar nu e egoista
Si realitatea este k Barbie nici macar nu exista...
Alexia:
De doi ani si ceva nu mai esti in toate mintile
Esti doar in mintea mea
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