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"Let Them Thangs Go" by 2Pac

Throw them thangs [X3]

The quicker the nigga can go on
The faster the nigga can get his dough on
Then I can hit my flow and get my ho on
Them niggas don't know what goes on
They trying to fuck with all they clothes on
Then act up when all the hoes gone
Are you ready for my flow? hit me (Hoooooooo!) [X3]
Stop fronting motherfucker let them thangs go
I'm quick to kill a nigga any nigga feel me nigga
You can't fade me I'm way to fucking real nigga
2Pacalypse Now still down with the Underground
Niggas get clowned when I come around
Boom boom motherfucker and it don't stop
Fuck a cop pass the glock and it won't stop
If ya ready for my flow hit me (Hoooooooo!) [X3]
Stop fronting motherfucker let them thangs go
If ya wondering the thunder and the trouble
Is coming from the rebel as I hit ya from the lower level
Hit me once fucking D M and two times
Popping like two nines hitting 'em with new rhymes
I can make you love me
Best to chill with the nigga 'cause ya sure can't punch me
If ya feel me let me hear ya say (Rock that shit) [X3]
'Cause ain't a nigga alive that can stop the hit

[Spice1]
Hey, hold on young 'Pac
Motherfuckers ain't riding no hookers out here
Punk motherfuckers think the town
Ain't got handle bars on and shit
And ya lie to get slapped behind here
With a motherfucking motor, punk sissy
[2Pac]
Tell them motherfucking square ass niggas
Check this out
Y'all fonna come up off those motherfucking thangs
'Cause I ain't fonna be up in sweating for nothing
Ya little punk square nigga

I'm quick to spit the shit get ya open
Straight outta Oakland
Fuck the law get ya jaw broken
Ba ba ba bang bang nigga it's a stick up dee
Turn the kick up I'm ready to rip the shit up G
They got me hype hype hyper, am I hype enough?
Pass the blunt motherfucker let me light shit up
And pump ya fist like this
'Cause the cops can't flip on a whole damn clique
So suck dick
What they hitting 'fo? Double up nigga it's on
The type of nigga that likes to bone with the lights on
If ya ready for a nigga hit me (Hooooooo!) [ X3]
Stop fronting motherfucker let them thangs go
Yes some of you niggas are bitches too
Little square motherfuckers trying to get to who?
Pop pop never made it to ya punk ass clique
Talk shit now ya gotta get ya punk ass whipped
For the bitches that be trying to work a nigga (fuck that bitch)
For the tramps that be trying to jerk a nigga (fuck that tric)
For the rollers that be trying to urk a nigga (fuck the cops)
I'ma hustle and you punks can't hurt me nigga
If ya ready for a nigga hit me (Hooooooo!) [ X3]
Stop fronting motherfucker let them thangs go
uh, uh, yeah
Let them thangs go

(если знаиш англицкий)

Кто нибудь скинте мне текст песни Linkin Park - Numb

Вот Линкин Парк! Держи!

I'm tired of being what you want me to be
Feeling so faithless lost under the surface
Don't know what you're expecting of me
Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
Every step I take is another mistake to you
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)

[Chorus]
I've become so numb I can't feel you there
I've become so tired so much more aware
I've becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you

Can't you see that you're smothering me
Holding too tightly afraid to lose control
Cause everything that you thought I would be
Has fallen apart right in front of you
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
And every second I waste is more than I can take

[Chorus]
I've become so numb I can't feel you there
I've become so tired so much more aware
I've becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you

And I know
I may end up failing too
But I know
You were just like me with someone disappointed in you

[Chorus]
I've become so numb I can't feel you there
I've become so tired so much more aware
I've becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you

[Chorus]
I've become so numb I can't feel you there
Is everything what you want me to be
I've become so numb I can't feel you there
Is everything what you want me to be

У кого есьть тексты и ноты Lumen???????????

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АССАИ // Другие берега // Отец

Третий день подряд мне снится зима.
Будто отец или брат меня оставили здесь, одного на века.
И эта жизнь песком приручила и нас жить так,
Но мы придумали мир другой лишь для себя, лишь для себя…

Ночами в поисках веры в небе в открытое окно сочилось время тихо
Они заберут и тебя, не ты ли мне желал зла?
Я привыкаю к боли немного, к непониманию,
К этим повадкам строгим. Годы, как бусы.
Жемчуг темнеет, а взгляд уже не держит порчу.
Зализываю раны под звездами. знаешь, я стал сильнее старше на жизнь
Можешь гордиться мной, ведь я нашел людей способных заменить мне тебя
Это ты был страхом, ты был криком в ушах, но что-то все равно держало нас
Клятвы, кухни, культы, квартиры, курим, купчино, ночью снег.
Старые, злые, любимые, помнить вас, ваши глаза и слезы
Проклиная гимны и все истории страха, взяв на руки отца тридцатых
Небо надо мной, ветер бей меня и высуши мое тело
Я видел сон, к нам придет оттепель, талой водой по венам
Праздники жизни новые дни, а мы знаешь жили как могли
Ты прав, годы летят быстрей птицы вольной, как камни с гор
Узнал по хрипу, узнал тень, узнал по взгляду сквозь стены
Узнал по кашлю, узнал шаги, звуки и запах домашней еды
Не ты ли мне желал зла и закалял мое детство церковным холодом
Отец я был добрым, добротой должной, словами лощеными
Тяжело дышали птицы, после жизни снится, мне не нужно более
Я видел казни, закаляя смертью глаза свои и в то же проклиная себя,
Обрекая на муки. мне нужно выпустить кровь, отец скорее
Разорви мое сердце, как миф и навсегда уходи.
Больно все оставлять так, но только ты заставляешь плакать,
Смеяться сын смейся, а мне уже тринадцать слезы лейтесь.

Третий день подряд мне снится зима.
Будто отец или брат меня оставили здесь, одного на века.
И эта жизнь песком приручила и нас жить так,
Но мы придумали мир другой лишь для себя, лишь для себя…

Третий день подряд мне снится зима.
Будто отец или брат меня оставили здесь, одного на века.
И эта жизнь песком приручила и нас жить так,
Но мы придумали мир другой лишь для себя, и вряд ли пустим вас…

2pac - "Representin '93"

I got a head, but ain't no screws in it.

Roll up and get swoll up.
Hold up.
How ya gonna play me like a sunkin dunkin donut?
I ain't came a long way to get checked
So give me respect when I get wreck or get your motha fuckin chimp
check.
Once again, it's your friend outta Oakland.
Hoping I rock the shit to get ya open.
Say your looking for some real shit.
Then catch a funkdified batch.
Like that!!
Oakland's on the map.
Tupac is on the big screen strivin.
Gotta love a nigga for survivin.
I wear alot of old schools jewels.
Look how the fools ??. Ooohh.
Stop lookin at me hard cuz your buffer.
But I'll just buck then bigger motha fuckas.
Turnin men to suckas.
Niggas wanna start a little ruckus.
Better duck cuz I'll be poundin them motha fuckas.
They wanna throw their hands up. Thats tight.
Hit em wit my eight. Never had shit left, right.
Then hit em wit the uppercut. Duck quick.
Shit outta luck. Fucked and stuck with that rough shit.
Fuck a pop song, fuck video, fuck Arsenio, fuck the radio.
Do you hear me though?
Give a holla to my niggas in the pen.
And my murderous parteners wit their Mac 10's.
I represent the real cuz I'm ill, G.
Glock cocked and then they kill me.
I'm representin'.

Peace to Redman, Tretch, Vin Rock, K-G the great one
Mary J. Blidge, Pete Rock and sure you're late son.
Heavy D, CL Smooth, and Queen Latifah.
Too Short, Tony Toni Tone,
And the Special motha fucka, Ed Lover, the Tribe, A Tribe Called Quest,
and
Jungle Brothas. Das Efx, EPMD, and Ice Cube.
House of Pain: funky blunted ass white dudes
Cypress Hill, yeah, the ill niggas.
Digital Underground: my real niggas.
Raw Fusion, all in house confusion.
Wickeder than most men: Spice 1 and Pooh Man.
TLC, Eric B rockin, then Scarface.
Stretch, Mad K-Low, pumpin the scars bass.
Thorough Heads, Poonannynans, the Click.
Mmmm. ???, Richie Rich.
Young Guns in the house pumpin the flava.
DJ Ditch for their behavior.
Off the head, my freestyle flow.
Just a couple of motha fuckas that I know.
I'm strictly representin

1 motha fucka, 2 motha fucka, 3 motha fuckas,
Damn, who did I forget?

I'm a soulja.
Daddy was a soulja.
Strong in the struggle.
Must contend so it's on.
Raised in a house full of bad motha fuckas.
Mad motha fuckas.
Never had so we grab from the stacked motha fuckas.
Now they know me, the homies.
Raised by some crazed ass well payed OG's.
Ah shit!
Pulled up in a benzy, snatch.
The wheel as I peel out. Catch a cop's tail.
Rock shells hit. Raise a fist so they know to make a hit.
Can I flip it? I may get wicked as I rip it.
To get specific: If the shoe fits, then kick it.
It's for the gifted. Pump your fist if you wit it.
Here's your ticket to see Mr. Wicked rip shit.
Now they wanna maime me.
(Told ya)
All I wanted to be was a soulja.
Bang bang boogy it's stick up.
Quit now nigga, eat a dick up.
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