COMPLÉTE OFFICIÉL SINGÉL GORUPÉ " BLACKHOUSE - FUCKIN´CLUB VS VEGAS AVENUE "
Nouveuatés musique sur radio. Blackhouse - Fuckin´Club (vs Vegas Avenue)
MP3:http://www.filesin.com/389E2120710/download.html Lyrics: She tastes like bacon Yeah there's no mistakin' From the lovin' to the oven yeah you know what I'm bakin' She's a timid girl Like a leaf, yeah she's shakin' You say Hanako's the best? Well, I know you're just fakin' It's fuckin' Lilly It's fuckin' Lilly It's fuckin' Lilly BEST GIRL IN THE GAME!
DJ Douglas Giordano - Auto Dead Act - 05 - Fuckin' Generation (Instrumental radio edit) The new album "Auto Dead Act" COMES OUT ON January 5, 2012 ! http://www.dj-giordano.com
DJ Douglas Giordano - Auto Dead Act - 04 - Fuckin' Generation (Vocal radio edit) http://www.dj-giordano.com
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Lady Gaga - Stuck On Fuckin You ( son hd stereo ) / "So to give you a little background to the creation of this song. I wrote it in Minnesota after the Monster Ball on the tour bus. We recorded it in one shot. Fernando on guitar, Paul on Drum Machine. I wrote, sang it, and freestyled the last minute + a half of the song." Lady Gaga
So to give you a little background to the creation of this song. I wrote it in Minnesota after the Monster Ball on the tour bus. We recorded it in one shot. Fernando on guitar, Paul on Drum Machine. I wrote, sang it, and freestyled the last minute + a half of the song. Song by Lady Gaga Official
Lady Gaga - Stuck On Fuckin' You > http://fabiomix.doomby.com/
Drake - HYFR (Hell Ya Fuckin' Right) feat. Lil Wayne
[Hook: Bruno Mars] This ones for you and me living out our dreams We're all right where we should be With my arms out wide, I open my eyes and now all I wanna see Is a sky full of lighters, a sky full of lighters [Verse 1: Eminem] By the time you hear this, I woulda already spiraled up I would never do nothing to let you cowards fuck my world up If I was you I would duck, or get struck like lightnin’ Fighters keep fightin’, put you lighters up, point them skyward, uh Had a dream I was king, I woke up still king Rap game’s nipple is mine for the milking 'til nobody else even fuckin’ feels me, 'til it kills me I swear to God I’ll be the fuckin’ illest in this music There is, or there ever will be, disagree? Feel free But from now on I’m refusing to ever give up Only thing I ever gave up’s using, no more excuses Excuse me, if my head is too big for this building And pardon me if I’m a cocky prick, but you cocks are slick Poppin’ shit on how you flipped your life around, crock of shit Who you dicks tryna kid? Flip dick you did opposite You stayed the same, cause cock backwards is still cock you pricks I love it when I tell them shove it cause it wasn’t that Long ago when Marshall sat, luster lacked, lustered Cause he couldn’t cut mustard, muster up nothing Brain fuzzy cause he’s buzzin’, woke up from that buzzin’ Now you wonder why does it how he does it? Wasn’t cause he has buzzards Circling around his head waiting for him to drop dead, was it? Or was it cause some bitches wrote him off? Little hussy ass fusses Fuck it, guess it doesn’t matter now, does it? What difference it make? What’s it take to get it through your thick skulls That this ain’t, some bullshit people don’t usually come back this way From a place that was dark as I was in just to get to this place Now these words be like a switchblade to a hater’s ribcage And let be known from this day forward, I wanna just say thanks Cause your hate is what gave me the strength So let them bic's raise cause I came with 5'9" but I feel like I’m 6'8" [Hook] [Verse 2: Royce] By the time you hear this I probably already be outty I advance like going from toting iron To goin and buying 4 or 5 of the homies the Iron Man Audi My daddy told me slow down boy, you're going to blow it And I ain't gotta stop the beat a minute To tell Shady I love the same way that he did Dr. Dre on the Chronic Tell him how real he is or how high I am Or how I would kill for him, for him to know it I cried plenty tears, my daddy gotta bad back So it's only right, that I write till he can march right In to that post office and tell 'em to hang it up Now his career's Lebron's Jersey in 20 years I stop when I'm at the very top You shitted on me on your way up, there's bout to be a scary drop Cause what goes up, must come down You goin down I'm something you don't wanna see, like a hairy box Every hour, happy hour now, life is wacky now Used to have to eat the cat to get the pussy Now I'm just the cat's meow, oow, I'm classic now Always down for the catchweight, like Pacquiao Y'all are doomed, I remember when T-Pain ain't wanna work with me My car starts itself, parks itself and auto-tunes Cause now I'm in the Aston, I went from having my city locked up To getting treated like Kwame Kilpatrick And now I'm fantastic, compared to a weed high And y'all niggas just gossiping like bitches On a radio and TV, see me, we fly Y'all buggin out like Wendy Williams staring at a bee hive And how real is that? I remember signing my first deal Now I'm the second best, I can deal with that Now Bruno can show his ass, without the MTV awards gag [Bridge: Bruno Mars] You and I know what it's like To be kicked down, forced to fight But tonight, we're all right So hold up your lights, let it shine, because [Hook]
Pire qu’un blasphème, un régicide ! Un Américain a osé l’impardonnable : faire une vidéo de chats, la mettre sur Internet (jusque là, tout va bien) et l’accompagner de paroles injurieuses accablant le roi félin. Ni “trop mignon”, ni “pipou”, ni “lolilol”, le chat est ici présenté comme une entité vivante dont l’aptitude à ne rien comprendre au monde qui l’entoure n’a d’égale que sa propension à tourner les humains en esclaves modernes : “sers-moi la pâté, Homme !”. On est bien loin du portrait habituel. Pour un karaoké endiablé, les paroles en intégralité, en VO et en VOSTFR : Holy shit ! It’s another fuckin day // Bordel de chiottes ! C’est une nouvelle putain de journée It’s the best day ever again // La meilleure journée de toute ma vie Cause I’m a stupid fuckin cat // Parce que je suis un putain de chat débile I don’t know shit // Je ne connais rien à rien And I don’t know what it is to be sad // Et je sais pas ce que c’est d’être triste I think I’ll run around for no good reason // Je pense que je vais courir dans tous les sens sans la moindre raison And act like the stuff I got to do // Et faire comme si j’avais des trucs à faire I have no idea how much the world sucks // Je ne sais pas à quel point le monde craint Cos I have no reference level // Car je n’ai aucun niveau de référence Holy Hell ! That guy is bringin me food // Ce gars m’apporte de la bouffe The food sucks but I don’t even know it // La bouffe est dégueu mais je suis même pas au courant Now I’m shittin in a box // Maintenant je chie dans une boîte Cause I don’t give a fuck ! // Parce que j’en ai rien à foutre ! And the guy throws it out for me // Et le mec jette tout ça pour moi ! Now I think I’m lying down here ! // Maintenant j’ vais me coucher là ! Now I think I’m lying down here ! // Maintenant j’ vais me coucher là ! Cos I got no fuckin bills to pay ! // Parce que j’ai aucune putain de facture à payer ! Sometimes I’m looking at windows // Parfois je regarde par la fenêtre cause I’m stupid as hell // parce que je suis con comme un balai Holy Christ, it’s a piece of paper ! // Bordel de Dieu, c’est un bout de papier ! I have no idea how pointless I am // Je n’ai aucune idée d’à quel point je suis inutile And I don’t even know I’m gonna die ! // Et je ne sais même pas que je vais mourir ! Now it’s time to go to bed // Maintenant c’est l’heure d’aller au pieu Got a good some fuckin rest // Prendre un putain de bon repos Cause it’s the best day ever tomorrow ! // Parce que demain c’est la meilleure journée de toute ma vie !
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Lyrics : Made a wrong turn, once or twice Dug my way out, blood and fire Bad decisions, that's alright Welcome to my silly life Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood Miss 'No way, it's all good', it didn't slow me down Mistaken, always second guessing, underestimated Look, I'm still around Pretty pretty please, don't you ever ever feel Like you're less than f*ckin' perfect Pretty pretty please, if you ever ever feel like you're nothing You're f*ckin' perfect to me! You're so mean, when you talk about yourself, you were wrong Change the voices in your head, make them like you instead So complicated, look happy, you'll make it! Filled with so much hatred...such a tired game It's enough! I've done all I can think of Chased down all my demons, I've seen you do the same Oh, pretty pretty please, don't you ever ever feel Like you're less than f*ckin' perfect Pretty pretty please, if you ever ever feel like you're nothing You're f*ckin' perfect to me The whole world's scared so I swallow the fear The only thing I should be drinking is an ice cold beer So cool in line, and we try try try, but we try too hard and it's a waste of my time Done looking for the critics, cause they're everywhere They dont like my jeans, they don't get my hair Exchange ourselves, and we do it all the time Why do we do that? Why do I do that? Why do I do that..? Yeah, oh, oh baby, pretty baby..! Pretty pretty please, don't you ever ever feel Like you're less than f*ckin' perfect Pretty pretty please, if you ever ever feel Like you're nothing, you're fucking perfect to me You're perfect, you're perfect! Pretty pretty please, if you ever ever feel like you're nothing You're fuckin' perfect to me...
HK – Dirty Game (intro) Haha yeah Hk , jee cleff , rek killa , isoundright baby ( Verse 1) I call it dirty game man I call shit baby My niggas know my name I’m so mutha fuckin’ crazy I’m international G u can ask around da hood My haters know I really got it lookin’ so good Born 4 da paper dawg I wanna think ya god Still workin’ hard 2 show da people how to do da grind Takin’ my time composin’ beatz still playin’ wimma rhyme My game is full of cash I’m already paid You better know my talent born dawg it’s not made G am da biggest boss I really gotta crazy flow Don’t give a damn about da haterz or a fuckin’ hoe We pop bottles in da club everybody’s waitin’ 4 my dirty game my swag my damn Louie bag Just Lookin’ so fly I’m so certified Thuggin’ 2 da day I die never give up never stop Neva eva cry ( Ok…) (***Verse 2***) I got a big hustle ( Uhh..) you better appreciate it ( Uhh..) And all my damn wealth dawg by myself I made it I’m drivin’ fansy cars and my shawty educated I got a lot of fans always waitin’ for my latest I’m livin’ high life already bossin’ nigga I love my game surfin’ homie love 2 pullin’ da trigga I love my straight path … I do da real grind I’m sorry hoes no free second 2 give it from my time HK da heavy boy am still always grindin’ All my sexy ladies in da club got me spendin’ Another day another paper straight on my path My game‘s lookin’ bangin’ even stronger than a math (Uhh...) I was born to do dat shit homie You better show me some respect you shoulda pray for me I’m gonna make it big … I’m gonna make it rain I’m gonna hit the fuckin’ world like a fast train
Pink Fuckin_Perfect (Liam Keegan Radio Edit)
She take my money when I'm in need Yea she's a trifflin friend indeed Oh she's a gold digga way over town That dig's on me (She takes my money) Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger (When I'm in Need) But she ain't messin' wit no broke niggaz (She takes my money) Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger (When I'm in need) But she ain't messin' wit no broke niggaz Get down girl gone head get down (I gotta leave) Get down girl gone head get down (I gotta leave) Get down girl gone head get down (I gotta leave) Get down girl gone head Cutie the bomb Met her at a beauty salon With a baby louis vuitton Under her underarm She said I can tell you ROC I can tell by ya charm Far as girls you got a flock I can tell by ya charm and ya arm but I'm lookin for the one have you seen her My psychic told me she have a ass like Serena Trina, Jennifer Lopez, four kids An I gotta take all they bad ass to show-biz Ok get ya kids but then they got their friends I Pulled up in the Benz, they all got up In We all went to Den and then I had to pay If you fuckin with this girl then you betta be payed You know why It take too much to touch her From what I heard she got a baby by Busta My best friend say she use to fuck wit Usher I dont care what none of yall say I still love her (She takes my money) Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger (When I'm in Need) But she ain't messin' wit no broke niggaz (She takes my money) Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger (When I'm in need) but she ain't messin' wit no broke niggaz get down girl gone head get down (I gotta leave) get down girl gone head get down (I gotta leave) get down girl gone head get down (I gotta leave) get down girl gone head 18 years, 18 years She got one of yo kids got you for 18 years I know somebody payin child support for one of his kids His baby momma's car and crib is bigger than his You will see him on TV Any Given Sunday Win the Superbowl and drive off in a Hyundai She was spose to buy ya shorty TYCO with ya money She went to the doctor got lypo with ya money She walkin around lookin like Michael with ya money Should of got that insured got GEICO for ya moneeey If you aint no punk holla We Want Prenup WE WANT PRENUP!, Yeaah It's something that you need to have Cause when she leave yo ass she gone leave with half 18 years, 18 years And on her 18th birthday he found out it wasn't his (She takes my money) Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger (When I'm in Need) But she ain't messin' wit no broke niggaz (She takes my money) Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger (When I'm in need) but she ain't messin' wit no broke niggaz get down girl gone head get down (I gotta leave) get down girl gone head get down (I gotta leave) get down girl gone head get down (I gotta leave) get down girl gone head Now I aint sayin you a gold digger you got needs You dont want ya dude to smoke but he can't buy weed You got out to eat and he cant pay yall cant leave There's dishes in the back, he gotta roll up his sleeves But why yall washin watch him He gone make it into a Benz out of that Datson He got that ambition baby look in his eyes This week he moppin floorz next week it's the fries So, stick by his side I know his dude's ballin but yea thats nice And they gone keep callin and tryin But you stay right girl But when you get on he leave yo a** for a white girl Get down girl gone head get down Get down girl gone head get down get down girl gone head get down get down girl gone head (lemme hear dat bak)
Depuis la semaine dernière le nouveau clip de la chanteuse américaine Pink, Fuckin Perfect, est au cœur d’une polémique en raison de la violence des scènes montrées. On y voit tantôt une jeune fille en train semble-t-il de prendre de la drogue, tantôt en train de s’automutiler.
« Je n'encourage pas le suicide ou la mutilation, mais c'est un problème, c'est un sujet dont il faut parler. On peut choisir de l'ignorer, et d'ignorer ce clip, mais ça ne fera pas disparaître le problème ». Pink
Da Fresh - Fuckin Track Remix Label: Weaked Records Catalog#: WK 015 Format: Vinyl, 12" Country: France Released: Apr 2003 Genre: Electronic Style: House, Electro