en   fr   de   ro   es   it
  
     Username:  Password:  

registerforgot password?

Thursday, 17 April 2014
Browse by artists Browse
LAST  Advertisements
LAST  Last Queries

 


Listen Kumar sanu alka yagnik


Lyrics

Singh Is King (The Outsiders)

(RDB)
Yaari hai jaan ehna di
Vakhri hai shaan ehna di
Hasna pehchaan ehna di
Sab milke kehnde ne

Singh is Kinng
Singh is Kinng
Singh is Kinng
Hun har koi jaane

Singh is Kinng
Singh is Kinng
Singh is Kinng
Duniya de Raaje

(Snoop Dogg)
Ferrari's Bugatti's and Maseratis
Snoop D O double G life of the party
Lay back, stay back, I'm in the Mayback
This ain't James Brown but it's the big payback
Watch me zoom by, make it boom by
What up to all the ladies hanging out it Mumbai
Cheese makes dollaz east west masala
Singh is the Kinng so you all have to follow

Singh is Kinng
Singh is Kinng
Singh is Kinng
Hun har koi jaane

Singh is Kinng
Singh is Kinng
Singh is Kinng
Duniya de Raaje

(Akshay Kumar)
Singh soormay rakhde ne aan
Kade lorh payi te de denge jaan
Raaje Maharaje vi karde si maan
Rakhdi si pug uchi bande di shaan

Jo Singhan ne keetiyan kurbaniyan ne
Oh duniya te chhad**e nishaniyan ne
Duniya de ban**e Singh badshah
Par sab to ucha oh Sacha Paatshah

(RDB)
Yaari hai jaan ehna di
Vakhri hai shaan ehna di
Hasna pehchaan ehna di
Tahiyon eh duniya kehndi

Yaari hai jaan ehna di
Vakhri hai shaan ehna di
Hasna pehchaan ehna di
Sab milke kehnde ne

Singh is Kinng
Singh is Kinng
Singh is Kinng
Hun har koi jaane

Singh is Kinng
Singh is Kinng
Singh is Kinng
Duniya de Raaje

Singh is Kinng
Singh is Kinng
Singh is Kinng
Hun har koi jaane

Singh is Kinng
Singh is Kinng
Singh is Kinng
Duniya de Raaje

Homeless (Boogie Down Productions)




Verse
Yeah...
You could call a man a bum with disgust on your morning run
Cos he lives outside in the street you don't know this
But you've failed to realise that the one you so despise
Reflects yourself cos every black man is homeless
You could take your Alka Seltzer while you talk about shelter
You might even wanna talk about a little loan
Cos no matter how rich you become you'll always be two not one
Cos believe it or not, America ain't your home
We've been taught to say our name, Afro-American, all the same
Not fully American but gettin' there very slowly
Cos to fully be American, you know, you gotta take out the word 'Afro'
Now they've relaxed I hear they might as well call us Toby
See, Afro and black are African, while theft is American
So how can Afro-American make much sense?
Your ancestors come from Africa
By stealing them now you're born in America
So the black man is homeless even though he pays rent
Some black people say "We built this place
So we are American, but of the black race"
Well let me make this little topic known
The Japanese also built this place
In technology and they're winnin' the race
But at the end of the day the Japanese can go home
Do you see the point that I'm getting at?
I'm not a racist, I'm statin' a fact
Blacks are actually prisoners of war
Cos while South Africa continues to fight
We try our best to look more and more white
Proof that the blacks have been stripped of their core
Well, I guess I didn't sing and dance enough
For black radio to play this stuff
But this ain't soft like ice-cream with a sugar cone
I'm only here to state one fact
Wake up African, your colour is black
And every black man is homeless cos he ain't got no home.

Voruss (Patent Ochsner)

alka selzer zum z morge
mir nähme pünktlech üsi medizin
dusse brätschet d boulevardpress
erbarmigslos schlagzyle i tag
a de plakatwänd chläbe dame
ds glück wo ne zu de ouge uusschtiert
tüüscht trotzdäm nid über die tatsach wäg
dass bi dene ds wasser
scho bi 60 grad chocht
wo bisch du hüt z nacht
I ha di lang nümm gseh
my chopf isch schwär & mys härz tuet weh
gib mer no ne chance
we’s no eini git
chumm zrügg oder nimm mi mit
a de bahnhöf plöffe mir mit pünktlechkeit
& z nacht im schpunte tüe mir salopp
filosofe wärde gärn zitiert
aber us eme lahme arsch
fahrt ke flotte furz
zungeküss oder ferngschpräch
zum nachttarif
mir rede üs zueversicht i chopf
& schtärbe ging vo nöiem
a dr glyche härzchrankheit
wo bisch du hüt z nacht
i ha di lang nümm gseh
mi chopf isch schwär & mys härz tuet weh
gib mer no ne chance
we’s no eini git

Banks Workout (G-Unit)

50 Cent]
I hear a lotta talkin niggaz must be mad at BANKS
But there only one problem niggaz ain't as bad as BANKS
Nigga yous front you gon get shot down
We fend to pump crack at cho spot now, G-Unit
Nigga ain't nuttin change
You move I'll blow your brains

[Lloyd Banks] + (50 Cent IN CAPS)
These niggaz don't really want war (nah)
They just walk around frontin
Cause I walk around stuntin
Why you think the long pump is in the trunk for (yea)
If you really want somethin we can show up at your front door
I know my history, my family tree done said "master" (uh-huh)
** livin positive, cause negativity spreads faster
A celebrity has ta, bulletproof his car
Cause big hits come flyin through ya door like Casper (WOO)
I'm smokin out the jar (jar) scopin out the bar
Distracted see shorty breast pokin out the bra (uh-huh)
Not the type to go spark metal in
Start thinkin you gangsta cause you hit a park yellow van (yea)
Act hard but ya heart made a marshmellows man
Talk tough, til you get cuffed and start tellin damn
Everyday I got a new bitch and when I'm done wit her
It'll look like she dived head first in the pool wit it (GOD DAMN)
You only gon wind up dead tryin to prove shit
I put chalk around ya head like a pool stick (yea)
I gotta have bucks on the waist
I'm hungry like a south african with fly stuck to his face( WAA)
Catch Banks in a truck full of bass (uh-huh)
Remember I'm a batchelor, the 4 or 5 ducks outta space
You could either get bucked or get ya**jumped
The only tigger you touch is on a gas pump
I got my own personal slave she really got a curfew
Cook and clean for the kid like silly in color purple (UH-HUH UH-HUH)
I know you wanna pop me but (but)
If I hit you first, the exit wound gon be the size of a hockey puck (AHH)
**, I really hold the rubber
I send +Sparks+ at you and I don't mean Emilio or Bubba
I'm aimin for a video cover, huge tall bustas
A pound and a philly hold the smuggler
G=Unit's whats up right now
The Gucci cloth is on a newport sign upsidedown
You gotta come a little harder, nigga
You wear jerseys while mine a throwback and yours is a Starter(HA HA HA)
You still gotta beg a hoe (hoe)
And you mad cause you blowin on oregano
You niggaz'll never blow
Anyone to step in my ring is brave
I don't know a thing about hair stylin but I can make a finger weave (ERR)
Short stay leave her butt in the telly
Lace up the beef and brocclis peanut butter and jelly
I'm about to get this deal (uh-huh) shorty know
Thats why she foamin out the grill like a Alka-Seltzer pill
I ain't loud around a snitch (nah)
I don't crowd around a btich (nah)
The jumpsuit match wit the Carolina kicks
I been sick since niggaz was on Harlod Miner dick
I could call up a chick and put a child around her lips (WOO)
niggaz can't stand the fact that I'm real
I kidnap the Queen from the castle and put her back on the pill
Gimme Barbie at her best (UH-HUH)
Bacardi at the chest(UH-HUH)
I'm similar to the young Marcus Darvy at the desk
Useta have ta push up, now I hardly got ta press
Got two guns, and both lead to cardiac arrest
My success got suckers salty (salty)
Blowin steam like a cup of coffee
Click POW get these **as off me

[50 Cent]
I hear a lotta talkin niggaz must be mad at BANKS
But there only one problem niggaz ain't as bad as BANKS
Nigga yous front you gon get shot down
We fend to pump crack at cho spot now, G-Unit
Nigga ain't nuttin change
You move I'll blow your brains

Yea
Lloyd Banks nigga
Whats up nigga?
It's 50 nigga
You **in wit him right?
I know you **in wit him cause I said you **in wit him
Thats my baby right there thats my boy right there my young nigga
Whats up nigga?
What the **
I hear niggaz hollerin that "keep it real" and all that nigga
Nigga if you talkin all that gangsta shit
Nigga we get it poppin nigga
Whats up nigga?
Anytime nigga I don't give a ** if it's 4 in the afternoon nigga
Any where you see me nigga
Lets go

3 Verses (Eminem)




I'm the illest rapper to hold a cordless
Patrolling corners
Looking for hookers to punch in the mouth with a roll of quarters
I'm meaner in action
Than Rosco beating James Tarteenyer (?)
And smackin his back with vacuum cleaner attachments
I grew up in the wild hood
As a hazardous youth
With a **ed up childhood
That I used as an excuse
And aint shit changed
But kept the same mindstate
Since the third time that I failed 9th grade
You probably think that I'm a negative person don't be so sure of it
I don't promote violence I just encourage it
I laugh at the sight of death
As I fall down a cement flight of steps
And land inside a bed of spider webs
So throw caution to the wind
You and a friend
Can jump off of a bridge and if you live, do it again
Shit, why not? Blow your brain out
I'm blowing mine out
** it, you only live once you might as well die now

It's only fair to warn
I was born with a set of horns
And metaphors attached to my damn umbulical cord
Warlord of rap little bastard with a two by four board
That smashed into your Honda Accord
With a 4 door Ford
But a more toward (?) droppin an accapella
The choppa (?) fella
The mozarella
Worse than a hellacopta propella
Got you locked in the cella
With your skeleton showing
Developing anorexia
While I'm standin next to ya
Eating a full course meal watching you starve to death
With an IV in your veins
Feeding you liquid darvicet
Pumping you full of drugs
Pull the plugs
On the gunshot victims full of bullet slugs
Who were picked up in an ambulance
And driven
To receiving with the asses ripped outta they pants
And given
A less than 20 percent chance
Of living
Have a possible placement
It's a hospital patient
Storing the dead bodies in grandma's little basement
Doctor Kevorkian has arrived
To perform an autopsy on you while you scream "I'M STILL ALIVE!"
Driving a rusty scalpel in through the top of your scalp
And pulling your adams apple out through your mouth
Better call the fire department
I've hired a arson
To set fire to carpet
And burn up your entire apartment
I'm a liar to start shit (?)
Got your bitch wrapped around my dick
So tight you need a crobar to pry her apart wit

Met a retarded kid named Greg with a wooden leg
Snatched it off and beat him over the ** head with the peg
Go to bed with the keg wake up with the 40
Mixed up with Alka Seltzer and Formula 44D
** an acid tab I'll strap the whole sheet to my forehead
Wait until it absorbed in and fell to the floor dead
No more said case closed end of discussion
I'm blowin up like spontaneous human combustion
Leaving you in the aftermath of holocaust and traumas
Cross the bombas (?)
We blowin up your house killing your parents
and coming back to get your foster mommas
And I'm as good at keeping a promise as Nostradamus
Cause I aint making no more threats
I'm doing drivebys in tinted Corvettes on Vietnam war vets
I'm more or less sick in the head
Maybe more cause I smoked crack (?)
today, yesterday, and the day before sabbath
Walk the block with a labrador
Strapit more corral for war than El Salvador
Foul style galore
Verbal cow manure
Coming together like the eyebrow on Al B. Sure

yo yo yo, my mom sent me up to the store with a food stamp
for a pack of cigarettes and a book at the news stand
two dudes ran up who jumped out of a blue van
i looked down at the ground and picked up a huge branch
i swung it at the first dude
the other one hit em
seen it snap so fast it look like it broke before it hit him
so he tried to rush
i swept his legs, pinned him and bit him
he came back with sticks and seven dudes screamin "GET HIM"
i grabbed one, lit him on fire pinned him and bit him
the next one, gave me his shoes like the didnt fit him
one by one i just kept droppin them in a rhythm
then i woke up, swingin in the middle of the kitchen
Damn

Rote Hue Aate Hain Sab (Kishore Kumar)

Rote hue aate hai.n sab, ha.nsataa huaa jo jaaegaa
Vo muqaddar kaa sikandar jaaneman kahalaaegaa

Vo sikandar kyaa thaa zisane zulm se jiitaa zahaa.n
Pyaar se jiite dilo.n ko vo jhukaa de aasamaa.n
Jo sitaaro.n par kahaanii pyaar kii likh jaaegaa
Vo muqaddar kaa sikandar...

Zindagii to bevafaa hai ek din thukaraaegii
Maut mahabuubaa hai apane saath lekar jaaegii
Mar ke jiine kii adaa jo duniyaa ko sikhalaaegaa
Vo muqaddar kaa sikandar...

Hamane maanaa ye zamaanaa dard kii jaagiir hai
Har kadam pe aa.nsuo.n kii ik nai za.njiir hai
Aae din par jo khushii ke giit gaataa jaaegaa
Vo muqaddar kaa sikandar...

Rote hue aate hain sab, hasataa huaa jo jaaegaa
Vo muqaddar kaa sikandar jaaneman kahalaaegaa
Rote hue aate hain sab, hansataa huaa jo jaaegaa
Vo muqaddar kaa sikandar jaaneman kahalaaegaa

Vo sikandar kyaa thaa zisane zulm se jiitaa zahaan
Pyaar se jiite dilo.n ko vo jhukaa de aasamaan
Jo sitaaro.n par kahaanii pyaar kii likh jaaegaa
Vo muqaddar kaa sikandar...

Zindagii to bevafaa hai ek din thukaraaegii
Maut mahabuubaa hai apane saath lekar jaaegii
Mar ke jiine kii adaa jo duniyaa ko sikhalaaegaa
Vo muqaddar kaa sikandar...

Hamane maanaa ye zamaanaa dard kii jaagiir hai
Har kadam pe aa.nsuo.n kii ik nai za.njiir hai
Aae din par jo khushii ke giit gaataa jaaegaa
Vo muqaddar kaa sikandar...

Rote hue aate hai.n sab, ha.nsataa huaa jo jaaegaa
Vo muqaddar kaa sikandar jaaneman kahalaaegaa

Jeevan Mitana hai (Kishore Kumar)

Ahaha haha (2)
[Saare jahan ki amanat hai ye
Ye jeevan tumhara tumhara nahin] (2)
Jeene ke laakhon sahare yahan
Bas ek hi to(sahara nahin) (2)
Ahaha haha (2)

[Agar koi duniya se ruthe to kya
Koi phool khilte hi toote to kya] (2)
Sitare hazaaron hai aakash par
Bas ek hi tho (sitara nahin) (2)
Ahaha haha (2)
Saare jahan ki amanat hai ye
Ye jeevan tumhara tumhara nahin
Jeevan mitana hai diwanapan
Koi pyar jeevan se pyara nahin

[Kisike iradon ke khatir jiyo
Kisiki muradon ke khatir jiyo] (2)
Hai yaadon mein jeena bhi to zindagi
Jeena tumhe kyoon(gawara nahin) (2)
Ahaha haha (2)
Saare jahan ki amanat hai ye
Ye jeevan tumhara tumhara nahin
Jeevan mitana hai diwanapan
Koi pyar jeevan se pyara nahin

[Kaisi udasi ye kaisa hai sokh
Jeevan mein ate hai jate hai log](2)
Naya koi saathi khara rahon me
Use pyar se kyoon(pukara nahin)(2)
Ahaha haha (2)
Saare jahan ki amanat hai ye
Ye jeevan tumhara tumhara nahin
Jeevan mitana hai diwanapan
Koi pyar jeevan se pyara nahin
Jeene ke lakhon sahare yahan
Bas ek hi to(sahara nahin)(2)
Ahaha haha (2)


--ContriButed By Adnan.I.M

Meri Zindagi Ne Mujhe (Kishore Kumar)

Meri Zindagi Ne Mujhse Ehsaan Kya Kiya Hai
Jeene De Na Marne De Mujhe Aisa Gham Diya Hai

Meri Zindagi Ne Mujhse Ehsaan Kya Kiya Hai
Jeene De Na Marne De Mujhe Aisa Gham Diya Hai

Jo Mila Hogaya Kya Mere Paas Hai
Dard Hi Dard Hai Pyaas Hi Pyaas Hai
Mere Dil Hi Jaane Maine Kya Kya Zehar Piya Hai
Jeene De Na Marne De Mujhe Aisa Gham Diya Hai

Jalke Ham Phir Bhuje Bhuj Ke Ham Phir Jale
Zindagi Khub Hai Yeh Tere Faisale
Mar Mar Ke Umra Saari Yahan Kaun Jeeya Hai
Jeene De Na Marne De Mujhe Aisa Gham Diya Hai

Pyar Mein Ki Wafa To Mili Kya Saza
Dosti Yaar Ki De**e Kya Daga
Kya Bol De Kisi Se Hoton Ko Seeliyaan Hai
Jeene De Na Marne De Mujhe Aisa Gham Diya Hai

Meri Zindagi Ne Mujhse Ehsaan Kya Kiya Hai
Jeene De Na Marne De Mujhe Aisa Gham Diya Hai


--ContriButed By Adnan.I.M

Zindagi Pyar Ka Geet Hai (Kishore Kumar)

Zindagi pyar ka geet hai
Ise har dil ko gana parenga
Zindagi pyar ka geet hai
Ise har dil ko gana parenga
Zindagi gham ka sagar bhi hai
Hanske uspaar jana parenga

Zindagi ek ahsaas hai
Toote dil ki koi aas hai (2)
Zindagi ek banwas hai
Kat kar sabko jana parega
Zindagi pyar ka geet hai
Ise har dil ko gana parenga

Zindagi bewafa hai to kya
Apne ruthe hai hamse to kya (2)
Haath me haath na ho to kya
Saath phir bhi nibhana parenga
Zindagi pyar ka geet hai
Ise har dil ko gana parenga

Zindagi ek muskan hai
Dard ki koi pehchaan hai (2)
Zindagi ek mehmaan hai
Chhor sansar jana parenga
Zindagi pyar ka geet hai
Ise har dil ko gana parenga
Zindagi gham ka sagar bhi hai
Hanske uspaar jana parenga

Chal Chal Chal Mere Haathii (Kishore Kumar)

chal chal chal mere haathI, o mere saathi
chal le chal khaTaaraa kheench ke
chal yaar, dhakkaa maar
band hai moTar car
chal yaar dhakkaa maar
chal chal chal ...

phuulon sI naazuk hai vo, moTar mein baiThii hai jo
aahistaa aahistaa chal, usako nA takaliif ho
hai hai, khaa nA jAye
hai hai, khaa nA jAye usakii naazuk kamariyaa bal, chal
chal chal chal ...

hai hai oho ho ...

khidamat terI kaam de, shaayad vo Inaam de
kar us hasin ko salaam, aaNkhon se paigaam de
paas AjA, o sun raajaa
paas AjA, o sun raajaa
aisA maukA nA jAye nikal, chal
chal chal chal ...

tU yaaron kA yaar hai, kitanaa wafaadaar hai
jhuuThaa hai saaraa jahaaN, sacha terA pyaar hai
tU pagalaa, nA badalaa,
tU pagalaa, nA badalaa
sArI duniyA**ii hai badal, chal
chal chal chal ...


Video


Hindi nice song.




Mp3, Music, Download, Lyrics, Concerts, Tickets, Live, Video, DVD, Free, Dicography, Mpeg, Buy, Song, Band, Artist, Album, Tracks, Collection, Archive, Events, Search, CD