MELHORES MÚSICAS / MAIS TOCADAS
velozes e furiosos (trilha-sonora) - tokyo drift
I wonder if you know
How they live in Tokyo
If you see me then you mean it
Then you know you have to go
Fast and furious (Drift, Drift, Drift)
Fast and furious (Drift, Drift, Drift)
(Repeat)
(Japanese verse)
Rasha ii, omachito sama
kenso mamiro konoma chinoenso dama
tamama ichii do itsu eoi de
sikayju miryu suruhudoni ko kana
Japan, Ichiban
Jump around sawchirono deban
Teriyaki Boyz in the place to be
he said intyaro kai in VIP
Many many diamonds danglin
Bag full of money we stranglin
Hate me, fry me, bake me, try me
All the above cuz you can't get in
I don't want no puro buremu
Because muy professional
Make you, shake you, ketsu (Thank you!)
Haters take it personal
(Japanese verse)
Like kakanada tai tets o now
drop it on lets go now
na nachima mai nimits o
lets not chiki chima over
wets go nets go
tsuhilohilo over every color
esgo esgol
ju waktu chunai niikro
new waksu itsukunai pingpoi
(Chorus)
I wonder if you know
How they live in Tokyo
If you see me then you mean it
Then you know you have to go
Fast and furious (Drift, Drift, Drift)
Fast and furious (Drift, Drift, Drift)
(Japanese verse)
Hi!
Wakashteruya
Boyz. ateyuma kitobas
noise; manshij kitemas indaghe
tow banow gazmo windemas
beyshiku wasupplies
de; majmanchika abunai
te; ninjehu kenjahu
dakido geisha
all on the rocks say
karanosha
Should see me in the parking lot
7-11 is the spot
Fights with wings and shiny things
And lions, tigers, bears, Oh my ride
We're furious and fast
Super sonic like JJ Phat
An' we rock cuz the wheels are fly
Can't be doubt with a baseball bat
(Japanese verse)
like kakaru a
kiyo koto sa
matata in dey soki sayk yo
ingosipta sh*to fokusai
tekimatzailo kwanzai
fola kwanza
fara daka bumotosto
dojidas score four points
from far east coast to
dosi sai
watashi no kansito
(Chorus)
I wonder if you know
How they live in Tokyo
If you see me then you mean it
Then you know you have to go
Fast and furious (Drift, Drift, Drift)
Fast and furious (Drift, Drift, Drift)
(Japanese verse)
ya, ichipa mayni chito kitong kitas
hito aylam tobi tobida
mueruyo sh*to bochi bochi na
kuma nigi dasusu kochi kochi eh
hito a puro do resow
machu subetenu rekong
mechakari mundantesha
fu guchaw chan
fast an furious
It's gotta be the shoes
Gotta be the furs
That's why ladies choose me
All up in the news
Cuz we so cute
That's why we so huge
Harajuku girls know how i feel
They respect i keeps it real
Not a Chinaman cuz I ain't from China man
I am Japan man
(Girls Talking)
You see him come and go out of the black Benz SLR.
I wonder where he get that kind of money?
Don't worry about it.
Lets Go
(Chorus)
I wonder if you know
How they live in Tokyo
If you see me then you mean it
Then you know you have to go
Fast and furious (Drift, Drift, Drift)
Fast and furious (Drift, Drift, Drift)
[Tx'z-DiX]
velozes e furiosos (trilha-sonora) - conteo
King of Kings
It is what it is
I'm the king
Yo soy Don
Conteo!
1-2-3-4 Marchando mi combo forma un alboroto
1-2-3-4 Salte! Que va pasando mi combo!
1-2-3-4 Marchando las gatas forman alboroto
1-2-3-4 Que va pasando mi combo!
Mami tu la matas sola
Apodera esa tela
Si el record te controla
El negro te consuela
Rompe esa consola
Con Nelly la vuela
Como se musea
La Miss Piel Canela
Eah eah
Que es pura candela
Incienso y vela
A lo vieja escuela
Ella tiene ese embrujo
Que a mi combo desvela
No le des avena
O te vas por pela
Eah eah
Que es pura candela
Incienso y vela
Ella tiene ese embrujo
Que a mi combo desvela
No le des avena
O te vas por pela
Marchen!
1-2-3-4 Marchando mi combo forma un alboroto
1-2-3-4 Salte! Que va pasando mi combo!
1-2-3-4 Marchando las gatas forman alboroto
1-2-3-4 Que va pasando mi combo!
1 for the money
2 for the cars
3 for the gangstas
4 for the broads
Hey! Mira mami ven aca aqui
Hey! Bring it over here
Hey! Come and have a seat
Sit with a gangsta
Kick it with a gangsta
Me and Don Omar
This s**t is gangsta
Smoked a jova
Took the pistola
Say something stupid
Te exploto la boca
We on we rich
Stop it you can't beat
Lady see us
Se baja los panties
Put em down
Put em low
Put em slow
Throw em at me baby
I'll catch em I'm a pro
Puerto Rico Oh!
Black people Oh!
Everybody that's on perico Oh!
Put your hands up!
Stand up
This is more than just a jam
This is History
(1-2-3-4)
Ella sin ropa
Te flota en las tropas
Burbujas que se estrujan
Con un Champagne en copa
Si se pone las botas
La nota te explota
Hazlo suavecito
Que solita se azota
Se toca toa
Te aprieta como boa
Su beso de malta
Y te sabe hasta a cocoa
Ella anda con un combo
Que dice que va a toas
Eso lo vemos ahora ahora
1-2-3-4 Marchando mi combo forma un alboroto
1-2-3-4 Salte! Que va pasando mi combo!
1-2-3-4 Marchando las gatas forman alboroto
1-2-3-4 Que va pasando mi combo!
Socio no me ronques
Porque
Vas a sentir el torque
No te toque
Ni nos provoques
O te dejo caer el bote
Socio no me ronques
Porque
Vas a sentir el torque
No te toque
Ni nos provoques
O te dejo caer el bote
Marchen!
1-2-3-4 Marchando mi combo forma un alboroto
1-2-3-4 Salte! Que va pasando mi combo!
1-2-3-4 Marchando las gatas forman alboroto
1-2-3-4 Que va pasando mi combo!
Esto es King of Kings papi
You know!
Don!
Otra cosa
King of Kings
Don Omar
Este es Nelly El Arma Secreta
Clasico
A lo bolsillo
Lo presente yo
Ya tu sabes
El Arma Secreta
Nelly
Ya tu sabes
Tu sabes
(They know)
Naldo
Nelly The Secret Weapon
King of Kings
Don!
King of Kings
velozes e furiosos (trilha-sonora) - bandolero
Yo!
Tego Calderón!
Don Omar!
"Los Bandoleros"!
Aunque digan que soy
Un bandolero donde voy
Le doy gracias a Dios
Por hoy estar donde estoy
Y vo'a seguir con mi tumba'o
Y con mis ojos colora'o
Con mis gatos activa'o
Ustedes to' me lo han da'o
Oye, a mi me importa poco lo que se diga de mi
William Landrón y yo somos socios de la avenida
Soy bandolero como el Mister Politiquero
Que se robo to' el dinero y lo postularon de nuevo
(Como si na'!) Si fuera Calde' o Don Omar
Nos daban conspiración, la llave bota'
Y yo no soy ejemplo, mi respeto a Tempo
Su único delito fue tener talento
Que tú quieres que yo escriba, guasimillas, mentiras.
Se que el DEA me tiene en la mira (Yo se!)
Yo estoy claro-claro, mis impuestos pago
Critican si trabajo, critican si soy vago
Y hago 'e primero, y me tratan de segunda
Así nenas les encanta como el negro zumba
Yo soy tu cuco, tengo el trabuco
Conocido mundialmente como el maluco
Aunque digan que soy
Un bandolero donde voy
Le doy gracias a Dios
Por hoy estar donde estoy
Y vo'a seguir con mi tumba'o
Y con mis ojos colora'o
Con mis gatos activa'o
Ustedes to' me lo han da'o
Mira, diablo, que chereo
Me cogi un caso y apuntaron el dedo
Ya no era el rey del perreo
Ahora era tecato y otro posible reo
Que me metieran preso to's dijeron
Mal los veo, yo no les creo
A sus sistema de reformación ingrato
A mi me arrestaron dos puercos por pasar el rato
Y yo aquí pichando, aguantando, callando
Si nadie es perfecto, de que me están juzgando
De hacer con mi vida lo que cualquiera puede
Vivir como quiere, tener sus placeres
Mi gente, yo no soy distinto a ustedes
Y hoy en día soy cantante porque ustedes quieren
Me dieron la primera plana
"Cogen Rapero Con Marijuana, Pistolas, y Cosas Raras"
Solo quedare en su mente clara
Cuando crezcan donde yo crecí
Se críen donde me criaba
Diablo, me duele tanta baba
Duele tanta baba...
El no juzgarme se les agradece
El beneficio de la duda cualquiera merece
(Tío, el no juzgarnos se les agradece!)
(El beneficio de la duda cualquiera merece!)
Aunque digan que soy
Un bandolero donde voy
Le doy gracias a Dios
Por hoy estar donde estoy
Y vo'a seguir con mi tumba'o
Y con mis ojos colora'o
Con mis gatos activa'o
Ustedes to' me lo han da'o.
Oye, a la gente le encanta sacar pellejo
Unos por profesión, otros por bochincheros
Dale a la sin-hueso, so chicharronero
Haciendo dinero con el sufrimiento ajeno
Yo no soy un santo pero estoy en clave
Estoy pagando to' mis maldades
Y estoy aquí tirando pa' alante
Como quiera que lo pongas hago menos mal que antes
A ti lo que te jode es que te mataste
Trataste, te superaste, pero te olvidaste
Que el Papáupa esta mirándonos de arriba
El único que juzga, el único que no discrimina
Y yo no he visto alMimí..pap?!! callejón, el bandido
Calderón
El no juzgarnos se les agradece
El beneficio de la duda cualquiera merece
Aunque digan que soy
Un bandolero donde voy
Le doy gracias a Dios
Por hoy estar donde estoy
Y vo'a seguir con mi tumba'o
Y con mis ojos colora'o
Con mis gatos activa'o
Ustedes to' me lo han da'o
Y aunque digan que soy
Un bandolero donde voy
Le doy gracias a Dios
Por hoy estar donde estoy
Y vo'a seguir con mi tumba'o
Y con mis ojos colora'o
Con mis gatos activa'o
Ustedes to' me lo han da'o
Echo!
The Lab!
"Los Bandoleros"!
Tego Calderón!
Diesel!
Ponle pila a esto!
Don Omar, y Tego Calderón!
Haciendo historia en la música!
"Los Bandoleros"!
Echo!
POR RAMA BRACHILENO
velozes e furiosos (trilha-sonora) - pick up the phone
[R. Kelly]
Man we talking race cars nigga, this ain't no joke
(Hello, hello)
Uh, yea
(Hello, hello)
Fresh out the kitchen
(Hello, hello)
So don't touch it yet, (ha ha) its hot
(Hello, hello)
Uh, we bout to cross the finish line ladies and gentlemen
(Hello, hello)
I suggest you common
(Hello, hello)
Shh shh shh shh, Woo, Shh shh shh shh, Woo
(Hello, hello)
Tyrese, Uh, Luda, Kells
(Hello, hello, hello, hello)
WHEN YOU HEAR THE...
[R. Kelly] Hello
[Girl Voice] Hello
[R. Kelly] Hello, hello
[Girl Voice] Hello
[R. Kelly] Hello, hello
[Girl Voice] Hello
[R. Kelly] Hello
PICK UP THE PHONE!
[R. Kelly] Hello
[Girl Voice] Hello
[R. Kelly] Hello, hello
[Girl Voice] Hello
[R. Kelly] Hello, hello
[Girl Voice] Hello
[R. Kelly] Hello
WHEN YOU HEAR THE...
[R. Kelly]
(Hello, hello)
yo wassup, this is Kells
(Hello, hello)
I'm not in right now
(Hello, hello)
Leave your name and number at the beep
(Hello, hello)
I'll get with cha
(PICK UP THE PHONE!)
[R. Kelly] Hello
[Girl Voice] Hello
[R. Kelly] Hello, hello
Common
[Girl Voice] Hello
[R. Kelly] Hello, hello
[Girl Voice] Hello
[R. Kelly] Hello
AHHH...Common
[Tyrese]
Everywhere I go, its another show
Its another party, its another ho
And everywhere I go, its another hommie
Its another drinkin, its another room
And getting that cash, its always a tailor
Always a true love, always a hater
When youz a star, theres never a way out
These broke ass niggaz is gon' have they hands out
I'm tiiiiired of the drama (Ho)
I'm bout to hop my ass off in my hummer (Ho)
And hit the road like I was Car Racing
On a va-cation, leave em all saying...
WHEN YOU HEAR THE...
[R. Kelly] Hello
[Girl Voice] Hello
[R. Kelly] Hello, hello
[Girl Voice] Hello
[R. Kelly] Hello, hello
[Girl Voice] Hello
[R. Kelly] Hello
PICK UP THE PHONE!
[R. Kelly] Hello
[Girl Voice] Hello
[R. Kelly] Hello, hello
[Girl Voice] Hello
[R. Kelly] Hello, hello
[Girl Voice] Hello
[R. Kelly] Hello
WHEN YOU HEAR THE...
[R. Kelly]
(Hello, hello)
yo wassup, this is Kells
(Hello, hello)
I'm not in right now
(Hello, hello)
Leave your name and number at the beep
(Hello, hello)
I'll get with cha
(PICK UP THE PHONE)
[R. Kelly] Hello
[Girl Voice] Hello
Woo
[R. Kelly] Hello, hello
Woo
[Girl Voice] Hello
Wo-Woo
[R. Kelly] Hello, hello
[Girl Voice] Hello
Wo-Woo
[R. Kelly] Hello
WHEN YOU HEAR THE...
[R. Kelly]
Now when you hear the beep leave a message
Only way you can catch me, on the south side of town
With them things on the ground
Cause I'm ballin like Spalding, shootin dice like POOL
Plus in up in the club, for free cause I got PULL
I never buy drinks, for bitches
Unless this bitch my misses
Or this bitch is my mistress, giving me sexual healing
No time for love feelings (Whoa)
Don't tell me yall alone (Whoa)
This here like drug dealings
Get your kiss out and I'm gone
Seven hiaasen honeys piled up in the Bentley Coup
Chinese chicken heads, fella what you wann do
Man I'm tired of all these fake nigga type dudes
Chicks wanna rotate with these eight figga type dudes
I'm a fresh dude, white T and throw back dude
All white shoes...blue, yellow, red jewels
Money is like steroids, look at my mussels
And if the dance play out, its back to the hustle
Some say the albums commin out, it ain't gon sell
Debut at number 1...CLICK!
WHEN YOU HEAR THE...
[Tyrese]
(Hello, hello)
This ya baby boy tyrese
(Hello, hello)
If you ain't spreading that seed
(Hello, hello)
Don't even leave ya number
(Hello, hello)
PICK UP THE PHONE!
[Ludacris]
(Hello, hello)
Ay, this Luda
(Hello, hello)
Either you nuttin or you ain't talking about nuttin
(Hello, hello)
I ain't tryin to hear it
(Hello, hello)
WHEN YOU HEAR THE...
[R. Kelly]
(Hello, hello)
Yo, this is Kells
(Hello, hello)
You ain't talking bout no money
(Hello, hello)
I ain't callin you back
(Hello, hello)
PICK UP THE PHONE!
[R. Kelly] Hello
[Girl Voice] Hello
[R. Kelly] Hello, hello
[Girl Voice] Hello
Wo-Woo
[R. Kelly] Hello, hello
[Girl Voice] Hello
Wo-Woo
[Tyrese]
Unless you talkin dough, don't call my phone
If you talking sex, then call my phone
If you with yo man don't call my phone
When that niggaz gone then call my phone, yea
[R. Kelly]
Unless you got some drink, don't call my phone
20 chicks or more, then call my phone
If you need a favor, don't call my phone
If you got some ksst then call my phone
WHEN YOU HEAR THE...
[Tyrese]
(Hello, hello)
Yo wassup, this is tyrese
(Hello, hello)
If you ain't me callin about no money
(Hello, hello)
Get up off my phone
(Hello, hello)
PICK UP THE PHONE!
[Ludacris]
(Hello, hello)
Yo waddup, this is Luda
(Hello, hello)
Probably looking at the Caller ID
(Hello, hello)
Don't even wanna talk to yo ass
(Hello, hello)
WHEN YOU HEAR THE...
[R. Kelly]
(Hello, hello)
Yo wassup, this is Kells
(Hello, hello)
I'm not in right now
(Hello, hello)
Leave your name and number at the beep
(Hello, hello)
Ill get with ya
(Hello, hello)
PICK UP THE PHONE!
[Ludacris]
Woo
Now see I'm just a black man livin out a black mans dream
I went from Popeye's to eatin Flintstone wings
Pourin out alcohol, rollin up green
Playin X-Box on a 100-inch screen
Man its not a game, these dangs they not used ta
Takin private jets and flying to St. Louisa
And then we can sex till the break of dawn-N
Cause I love em tonight but don't respect em in the mornin
Oooh, I got million stash
Cause in god we trust, but other people pay cash
A man once told me, no guts no glory
So I got the beam attached to my twin glock 40's
And all my X girlfriends, wipe your smile
Six cars and seven cribs, how yall like me now?
I had to turn off the ringer just to hear ya moan
But if its ya man, pick up the GOD damn phone
(WHEN YOU HEAR THE...)
[Tyrese]
(Hello, hello)
Yea, for the grown and sexy
(Hello, hello)
Tyrese, Rob Kell collabo.
(Hello, hello)
PICK UP THE PHONE!
[R. Kelly] Hello
[Girl Voice] Hello
[R. Kelly] Hello, hello
[Girl Voice] Hello
[R. Kelly] Hello, hello
[Girl Voice] Hello
[R. Kelly] Hello
WHEN YOU HEAR THE...
[R. Kelly]
(Hello, hello)
Yo wassup, this is Kells
(Hello, hello)
I'm not in right now
(Hello, hello)
Leave your name and number at the beep
(Hello, hello)
Ill get with ya
(Hello, hello)
PICK UP THE PHONE!
[R. Kelly] Hello
[Girl Voice] Hello
[R. Kelly] Hello, hello
[Girl Voice] Hello
[R. Kelly] Hello, hello
[Girl Voice] Hello
[R. Kelly] Hello
WHEN YOU HEAR THE...
[R. Kelly] Hello
[Girl Voice] Hello
[R. Kelly] Hello, hello
[Girl Voice] Hello
[R. Kelly] Hello, hello
[Girl Voice] Hello
[R. Kelly] Hello
PICK UP THE PHONE!
[R. Kelly] Hello
[Girl Voice] Hello
[R. Kelly] Hello, hello
[Girl Voice] Hello
[R. Kelly] Hello, hello
[Girl Voice] Hello
[R. Kelly] Hello
WHEN YOU HEAR THE...
[R. Kelly] Hello
[Girl Voice] Hello
[R. Kelly] Hello, hello
[Girl Voice] Hello
[R. Kelly] Hello, hello
[Girl Voice] Hello
[R. Kelly] Hello
PICK UP THE PHONE!
[Till Fade]
[R. Kelly] Hello
[Girl Voice] Hello
[R. Kelly] Hello, hello
[Girl Voice] Hello
[R. Kelly] Hello, hello
[Girl Voice] Hello
[R. Kelly] Hello
velozes e furiosos (trilha-sonora) - my angel
Within seconds you stole my attention
Skin so perfect, a golden complexion
More than beautiful girl, you're a work of art
Oh, my, I cannot believe my eyes
Oh, my, pinch me, am I dreamin', am I?
Oh, my, did you fall from the skies?
I can't see your wings, but girl, you're an angel
Oh, my, my angel
You're so out of this world, you're hiding your halo
Oh, oh, my angel
Oh, my, my angel
Won't you be mine? My angel
I can't see your wings, but girl, you're an angel
Oh, my angel
Atrapaste mi amor en segundos
Piel de oro y ojos profundos
Una obra maestra, a work of art
Oh, my, I cannot believe my eyes
Oh, my, tu cuerpo es un sueño, oh my
Oh, my, did you fall from the skies?
I can't see your wings, but girl, you're an angel
Oh, my, my angel
You're so out of this world, you're hiding your halo
Oh, oh, my angel
Oh, my, my angel
Won't you be mine? My angel
I can't see your wings, but girl, you're an angel
Oh, my angel
velozes e furiosos (trilha-sonora) - gettin it
Unh.. Unh, Unh.. Chingy, gettin' it, Yeah.. Unh, Unh....
Hope you know how to get it
Cuz right herre, we gon' get it, its like this...
[Hook]
We gettin' it
We gettin' it, we gettin' it
(I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it
All my hustlers are...
Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it?
(I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it
Just so you could start!
Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it?
(I'm gettin' it) We gettin' it
All my ladies are...
Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it?
(I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it
Just so you could start!
Gettin' it [After every line in verse]
[Verse One: Chingy]
I'm on top of my game
Droppin' the flame
My name, got me dodgin' the fame
Watchin' the dames, surround us, when we poppin' champagne
Coppin' the range, plus thems got it dropped on them thangs
Flossin's a shame, i'm countin' thousands, doin' some poutin'
Then I'm throwin I-owa, back-stage, girls are shoutin'
Haters hate, but it alright, if its a race then we won
Took some yearrs, to get herre, now Mama, look atcha' son
Blastin' em witout a gun, just a mic and some beat
No mo' eatin' where its cheap, ad-just-in' to fine meat
Women lookin' like, " that's him", like they seen the pope
Wallet full of crispy bills, now I'm never goin' broke
Cuz I'm...
[Hook]
Gettin' it
We gettin' it, we gettin' it
(I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it
All my hustlers are...
Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it?
(I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it
Just so you could start!
Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it?
(I'm gettin' it) We gettin' it
All my ladies are...
Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it?
(I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it
Just so you could start!
Gettin' it [After every line in verse]
[Verse 2: Chingy](girl)
Breakin' niggaz wit the flow
Movin' faster than +Flo-Jo+
Floatin' through the 3 by 4
Rim cocked to my left low
I'm the boy that got dough
Talk to my dirty mo
Ooh, I'm gettin' it wit the thump behind the track, Sammy So
Went from in my momma house, to boy out in the condo
I got them dudes mad, I make 'em mad enough to go Pern-yo
Painted bracelet, can't you taste it
More powerful than the +Matrix+
Cats they get dropped from they label
I'm herre now, now they in basics
Want you face it, if you didn't, if they focused, then its crazy
Bout to have this industry doin' for me, like its slavery
To my ladies get it daily(hey Chingy)shit, I'll see you ladies
Still dippin', they gotta say, but you still gotta pay me
My daddy had her for what, canary yellow on some other[Tires screeching]
Now I got a bentley, livin' a legacy, the same brother
We some docka, he won't stop us, better learn, listen, and watch us
Don't worry 'bout a thang, Smooth, C ooh, see I gotcha(unh)
[Hook]
We gettin' it
We gettin' it, we gettin' it
(I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it
All my hustlers are...
Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it?
(I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it
Just so you could start!
Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it?
(I'm gettin' it) We gettin' it
All my ladies are...
Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it?
(I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it
Just so you could start!
Gettin' it [After every line in verse]
[Verse 3: Chingy]
We gettin' in, the Lou
Twenty-twos, on old school
They gettin' it in Miami, kickin' it wit no rules
They gettin' it in Chicago, playas holdin' it down
They gettin' it in New Orleans, bouncin' to my sound
They gettin' it in New York, keep it gutta, they love it
They gettin' it in Boston, cats get wild in the public, shit
They gettin' it in Detroit, thuggin', ballin' and spendin' (Whoaa!)
They gettin' it in Milwaukee, buck-wild corners they bangin'
They gettin' it in Caley High, rollin' and bangin'
They gettin' it in Atlanta, 'thorities watchin' me drankin'
They gettin' it in Las Vegas, them team heard of slots
They gettin' it in Virginia, cats mobbin' up they flop(unh)
[Hook]
We gettin' it
We gettin' it, we gettin' it
(I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it
All my hustlers are...
Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it?
(I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it
Just so you could start!
Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it?
(I'm gettin' it) We gettin' it
All my ladies are...
Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it?
(I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it
Just so you could start!
Gettin' it
velozes e furiosos (trilha-sonora) - there it go
San-tana (ai)
It's dipset Bitch
There it go
Baby don't stop now
There it go
Baby don't stop now
[Chorus:]
[Whistling]
There it go
Damn shorty look good and i'm thinkin bout gettin at her (okay)
Time to whistle at her
Ay girl you make my whistle blow
There it go
Bring it here baby
There it go
Bring it here baby
[Verse 1:]
Top down and im at it again
It's hot now and i'm at it to win
(you heard me)
Who want it with me
Nobody wanna it with me
Oh im so fly
Oh Mami come n get me
Sit it down
Back up
Bring it on back up
Move it till you feel something hard on your back (Ugh)
[Verse 2:]
There it go
If u want it come and get it
I aint kiddin im wit it
Here it go (go)
So Girl LET ME SEE YOU GET LOW
There it go
Yea jus like that
Move your thang like a boomarang
And come right back
There it go
I dont need to ask i proceed to grab
A chiks up my G'd up swagger
[Chorus:]
There it go
[whistling]
There it Go
Damn shorty look good and i'm thinkin bout gettin at her (okay)
Time to whistle at her
Ay girl you make my whistle blow
There it go
Bring it here baby (c'mon)
There it go
Bring it here baby (c'mon)
Ay girl let me see you get low
There it go
Set it down baby
There it go
Set it down baby
There it go its dipset (ohh)
There it go Ai Ai
There it go its dipset (ohh)
There it go Ai Ai
[Verse 3:]
I got to get it
I'm so hot terrific
So not fair to the other guyz to sin it
I know not unlimit
Theres no skys a limit
Till then
Imma do imma do imma do ma thang
So baby keep moving moving n moving your thang
And that'll keep you n you n you in the ring (or maybe not)
Ay girl you make me want to know
You do it like a pro lil lady
If so bring it here let it show lil lady
There it go
Lets go lil lady to the crib, to the tele
You kno lil lady
Run
Yes girl
Uhm yes you can have a
Confess girl to the sunset girl (girl)
But first i gotta Undress girl
So take off dem clothes and UNdress Girl
[Chorus:]
There it go
[whistling]
There it Go
Damn shorty look good and i'm thinkin bout gettin at her (okay)
Time to whistle at her
Ay girl you make my whistle blow
There it go
Bring it here baby (c'mon)
There it go
Bring it here baby (c'mon)
Ay girl let me see you get low
There it go
Set it down baby
There it go
Set it down baby
[Beat drops]
[Whistle continues]
velozes e furiosos (trilha-sonora) - hands in the air
[Eightball]
Okay; comin' from the top of my
Dome when I'm droppin' my
Own type of style, and
Ain't nobody stoppin' my
Rise to the very top
Hit 'em up wit' all I got
Superstar; no I'm not
Green weed; black glock
Everybody want a piece
Dirty like a pair 'a cleats
Niggers run their mouth a lot
Like bitches and parakeets
(whoa) How you love that pimpin'
(whoa) I'm so cold wit' it
(whoa) Make all the boys wanna do it just because I did it
I'm like a legend or
Some kind of prophecy
Sent here to set you free
Dress, player, follow me
Into another world
Deep inside your own soul
This shit here way bigger than tattoos and cornrolls
This not 'bout makin' dough
Not 'bout no fakin' yo
Not 'bout who's rich 'o po'
Not 'bout who niggaz know
This here 'bout you and me
This here 'bout poetry
This here 'bout who we be
If you in here with me
[Chorus]
Keep your ears wide open
This is all grill no jokin'
Throw your motherfuckin' hands up in the air
If you feel me throw your hands up in the air
Better keep your ears open
This is all grill no boastin'
Throw your hands up in the motherfuckin' air
If you feel me throw your hands up in the air
The motherfuckin' aaaaair
[Eightball]
Nigga you don't know me
Why you niggaz wanna beef?
All in my grill like
You the papparazzi
Boy I was fulla game
Way before this rap thang
Real 'fore the money came
That's why I will never change
Me - ain't nobody like
Even though they try to be
Niggaz think they are but they ain't fuckin' with me lyric'ly
(Yo) I was born wit' it
Din't nobody teach it to me
Over hot beef
Tell you 'bout what the streets did to me
(Yo) Chose me to be a
Prophet and lead my people
Murder non-believers
With lyrics that are lethal
I hit 'em heavy with it
Yo I stay ready wit' it
Come try to test me wit' it
Regret you ever did
Call who a pimp and
I got my own back
You got them baby paper?
I got them grown stacks
But this ain't 'bout no bread
Not 'bout what niggaz said
Not 'bout what hoes believe
If you in here with me
[Chorus]
[Eightball]
Yeah I gotta go again
Just to let you know the deal
Eight ways to company
Beats come from doin' real (yeah)
We the niggaz should not nobody be fuckin wit'
Slayer riders Chopper city
Had you bitches doubled quick
This ain't 'bout who rap the best
This ain't 'bout who got the most
This is not no gangsta rap
This ain't 'bout no pimps and hoes
This here ain't no country shit
Ain't no way to label this
Memphis where I come from
Orange mile veteran
What I represent - whoever live in poverty
Hard working niggaz that
Try to hustle honestly
And I represent who
Lookin' good and feelin' nice
Niggaz on there drinkin' 'dro
Fresh clothes; full of ice
(Yeah) We gon' keep this slummin' comin' with the dirtiest
(Yeah) If you from the gutter then I know you heard of this
This ain't bout where you from
This ain't bout where you be
This here 'bout feelin free
If you in here with me
[Chorus]
[Eightball]
Go 'head and put 'em up
Put your hands where I can see 'em
Put your hands where I can see 'em
Go 'head and put 'em up
Put your hands where I can see 'em
Put your hands where I can see 'em
[unknown voice talking]
Yeah, eight ways, doo-rilla
Code line
Slab two is goin' down baby
This your boy Milwaukee
Stop prayin'
velozes e furiosos (trilha-sonora) - we riddin
[Fat Joe]
They shootin...This is the sound baby...We ridin on these bitch ass
niggaz...Joe Crack...Here we go
[Chorus] + (with adlibs from Fat Joe)
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la...
This is the sound when we ride on our enemies
[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
I thought I told you stay back
You aint listen the first time
He's the one that I spit in my first rhyme
Now I'm knockin' at your door
With the pistols little bitch niggaz you aint ready for war, my enemies
He's running scared screamin " Crack's back"
So my nigga take that
Niggaz tryin' to hate Crack
I'm bringing '88 back
We stay strapped comin' for cowards
Fuck the 9's man we comin' with choppers
Like brat-dat-dit-at(gun shot in background)
That's the sound of them guns
When we come
And you run
Cause you scared and you fear everything you heard about about us
We murder cowards
I know you heard about my words...now niggaz bow down
[Chorus 2x] + (ad libs from Fat Joe)
[Verse 2: Fat Joe]
One time for my nigga Cool, two time for my nigga Dre
The whole M-I-A
I don't know what you tryin' to portray
But you don't want to see them send my spray
Goin' against our way
Stop, admit it
God forbid it
The way these choppers spit it
You drop in minutes(uhh)
And I don't know how you dare
Nigga stop acting like a bitch you scared
Niggaz listen here
And we aint finished until your mamma in the church
Screamin "Why they took my son up on off this earth"
I know it hurts
And this is the sound when we ride
Niggaz die
When our crews collide
My enemies
[Chorus] + (ad libs from Fat Joe)
[Fat Joe]
Uhh Cool and Dre on this one
Cali, Whats up nigga
Ohh shout out my nigga ?
All my buddies with money and gold teeth
We ridin 'Fast and Furious'
My nigga Shocker hit me up
I said this is sound when we ride on our enemies
[Chorus] till fade + (ad libs from Fat Joe)
velozes e furiosos (trilha-sonora) - race against time pt 2
[Chorus 2x: Tank]
In my race against time I - can't stop
Runnin through the red light - livin my life
Even if I'm gettin too high
I'ma keep runnin through the red light - livin my life
[Tank]
Consequences, reprecusion
All discussion about my loved ones
Didn't know paper had a price on it
That your ice would have your life on it
The cost to ball ain't changed, but I'm trying to
Red lights flashing, but I keep on through
Mom said paper ain't everything
Baby girl wants a wedding ring, I wish that I could sing
[Tank]
Oooohhhh, I'm moving too fast
Oooohhhh, I'm not gonna last
Oooohhhh, smile down on me
Ain't got much time, made up my mind
I'm gonna keep on through, whatever comes is mine
[Chorus 2x]
[Tank]
Nobody cry for me
Cuz I, wanna see you smile for me
When I die, look through my window, to the soul
Tell me if you see Tank living to grow old
Cuz too many niggas done died for what I hold
The talent to warm a world which is so cold
Take me, save me, before I'm crazy
The only reason I live is for my baby
[Ja Rule]
Never did you tell me that
Life ain't a game
Maybe if you told me this
Shit might be changed
But now I'm just racing against time, trying to survive
And see why, ya'll niggas drive over nigga's vibe
If you gonna live, know you gonna die
If you gonna steal, know you gotta lie
Get drunk and stay high
Don't de-nigga-ny, cuz they'll never take me alive
Feel me Lord, I'm running out of time
[Chorus 2x]
[Tank]
Oooohhhh, I'm moving too fast
Oooohhhh, I'm not gonna last
Oooohhhh, smile down on me
Ain't got much time, made up my mind
I'm gonna keep on through, whatever comes is mine
[Chorus til fade]
velozes e furiosos (trilha-sonora) - life ain t a game
[Chorus x2]
Life ain't a game (nooooo)
If you feelin me (say yeah-yea)
Flip the bird where (in the aiiir)
Fuck the world (we don't caaare)
[Ja Rule]
It's time to ride out
Niggaz stash your cash at the hideout
The Murderous I-N-C's en route
(Y'all hear me) feelin my shit the same
(Y'all fear me) in every difinitive way
(I'm really) the nigga that you need to get with
Cuz y'all pop shit nigga, I pop clips nigga
Hot, but not the black four-dot-six nigga
You know the Rule, thug heart nigga
And I don't need no fake friends, broke ties, loose ends
There they go niggaz is at it again
Tryin to befriend the nigga that they claim they love, but hate so much
And really all we got is us
But fuck it, it's the same way they fucked me
Now I'm fuckin your broad in the back of a Humvee, go figure
I'll have your niggaz pourin out liqour
All because you fuckin with the Rule nigga
[Chorus x2]
[Ja Rule]
Take my life, take my mind
Take my heart, take my soul
Take my cash, take it all
But save me
I'm throwing my life away
[Ja Rule]
Why, would a nigga with so much talent
Want to throw it all away to drugs and violence
I know not the answers but I ask the questions
Do all Muslims really study their leasons?
And how many Christians lie during confessions?
I know I did when I was just a kid
Never told about the guns my uncle hid
Under my bed, and at night I played with them
Kind of grew up to be sort of a loose cannon
Before my sins, I'm asking you to let me in
Lord help me, I been through all the pain
Now I wanna know who loves me
[Chorus x2]
[Ja Rule]
Changes, changes
My mind is going through
Changes, changes
My body's going through
Changes, changes
My life is going through
Changes, changes
[Ja Rule]
Yo, looky here
I just wanna fuck all day, live my life
Get high all day, my life
Maybe one day, I'll live right
Fuck the world, it's my life
[Chorus x4]
velozes e furiosos (trilha-sonora) - payback
I know something you don? t
That? s me coming for you
You want war
We got war
We just wanna warn you
I know something you don? t
That? s me coming for you
You want war
We got war
We just wanna warn you
War for war
Bodies that hit the ground
You ready for us
Cuz it? s bout to go down
Push 'em to the left
Push 'em to the right
Load the choppers up
Hit 'em on sight
Never turning back
I? ve done been to hell and back
Me, running out of guns?
No, never heard of that
I ain? t never ran from a gunfight
This is you and me
Mano y Mano
You damn right
Don? t act like you don? t know
Know what I came for
Too late to turn back
This is the payback
You take one, I take one
You can? t hide, you can? t run
Too late to turn back
This is the payback
Respiratory beggin? for relief
I don? t let 'em breathe
Goin? hard, I? m my own boss
Many ain? t believe it
A feelin not an item
Appearing up out of thin air
Conquer everything that's in front of me
Now they under me
Rush to lead and respond
They strayed away, how a tunnel be
Took a leap of faith
Bungee cord about to give out
Nowadays whatever you say you gotta live out
Altitude have a parachute failure, we got a problem
Grow a set of wings or die when you hit the bottom
Never prayed to God, but never too late to try Him
Shots fired, Allen Iverson in the league
They say I ball hog and I? m not a part of the team
Breadwinner with these winners, built the regime
Taliban weapon in hand, kill everything
Amphetamins all for the state of a better means
I? m beautiful but known for the dope like Medellin
Don? t act like you don? t know
Know what I came for
Too late to turn back
This is the payback
You take one, I take one
You can? t hide, you can? t run
Too late to turn back
This is the payback
Don? t act like you don? t know
Know what I came for
Too late to turn back
This is the payback
You take one, I take one
You can? t hide, you can? t run
Too late to turn back
This is the payback
Dress in all black like a funeral
Murder, homicide wanna ride get residuals
Layin' on fire for residuals
365 when I grind for residuals
45 Magnum in the van wit him
Ratta tatta tat I let the blam hit them
I scream fuck the whole world and put a bomb in it
Finger on the trigger, tryna put my whole arm in it
I just want revenge, I just want revenge
We get it [?]
They took away my happiness
They try to take my head away
Don? t act like you don? t know
Know what I came for
Too late to turn back
This is the payback
You take one, I take one
You can? t hide, you can? t run
Too late to turn back
This is the payback
Don? t act like you don? t know
Know what I came for
Too late to turn back
This is the payback
You take one, I take one
You can? t hide, you can? t run
Too late to turn back
This is the payback
velozes e furiosos (trilha-sonora) - off-set
They say man, they say man
I bet you diamond to dog shit you
Can't lost soon as I get strapped homie
You can't be riding foreign shit Off-set
Car ain't even out yet
Bit too long clip, you know you ain't 'bout that
Bankroll mafia, can't believe you bought that
Automatic long clip, you know you ain't 'bout that
Believe you heard what it said ho, nigga
Been known that I'm going before they say go, nigga
Try to cross the line, be a dead ho, nigga
Give a damn if you wearin' blue or red, ho nigga
Listen, I ain't really much for the convo
I'm finna bring the drama to your front door
R. I. P. Nando, shout out to Fernando
We gettin' keys til we here, andale pronto
Turn up out through the night
Fucking little mama right
Hey, black diamonds like a night
100k, I'm precise
No hater, I ain't throwin' rights
Hey, took what the fuck you say
You can't be riding foreign shit Off-set
Car ain't even out yet
Bit too long clip, you know you ain't 'bout that
Bankroll mafia, can't believe you bought that
Automatic long clip, you know you ain't 'bout that
Pussy nigga know a nigga spend it
Pussy nigga know a nigga ride with it
100 thousand, Chevelle
Nigga havin' hoes, hoes, hoes sounding ill (main bitch)
Nigga, I'mma keep it trill
I could never tell, I'mma make bail
Fuck, so many rats, I can't feel
Bet that Coca Cola take away some of the pills
Make play [?]
Still get money out the bitches
Every ho look away, catch whiplash
Still got the K in the whip stashed
Cut me wrong got your [?] dead
Bodybag, nigga you ain't gotta ask
You probably mad cause I hit and I came back
Hit it again, hit her friend
Then I'm in a win
You can't be riding foreign shit Off-set
Car ain't even out yet
Bit too long clip, you know you ain't 'bout that
Bankroll mafia, can't believe you bought that
Automatic long clip, you know you ain't 'bout that
Difference between me and you
Is you shoot and I aim for the body bag
I'm the same nigga that tell a lil bitch
That they gon' have to show us that
You the same nigga that take pictures when trappers (?)
You'd rather fuck niggas so therefore I pop 'em off
Pop 'em off, pop 'em off
The beef I just cooked and just turned into Stroganoff
Belly of the beat, hellraising that
Now I'm riding with a beauty with amazing hair
Kid round my house, say the king's in here
I'll make your head disappear like Malaysian Air
Hell nah Thugger, we gotta cut that shit out
You can't be riding foreign shit Off-set
Car ain't even out yet
Bit too long clip, you know you ain't 'bout that
Bankroll mafia, can't believe you bought that
Automatic long clip, you know you ain't 'bout that
velozes e furiosos (trilha-sonora) - hell yeah
Holton Street
Dean Street (click clack)
President (uh huh)
Nostril out (DP's)
Orange Al (RPG's)
Tee Town (Who wanna ride?)
Brooklyn
Come on, Come on
Sittin' in the living room on the floor
All the pain got me on some migraine shit
But I'm gonna maintain
Nigga got 2 or 3 dollars to my name
And my homies in the same boat going through the same thing
Ready for a cake
Better plot for the paper
We been living in the dark since April
On the candle
Gotta get a handle
My homie got a 25 automatic added to the camper
Nigga get the phone book look up in the yellow page
Lemme tell you how we fend to get paid
We gonna order pizza and when we see the driver
We gonna stick the 25 up in his face
Lets ride, stepping outside like warriors
Head to the notorious Southside
One weapon to the four of us
Hiding in the corridor until we see the dominos car headlights
White boy in the wrong place at the right time
Soon as the car door open up he mine
We roll up quick and put the pistol to his nose
By the look on his face he probably shitted in his clothes
You know what this is
It's a stick up
Gimme the do' from your pickups
You ran into the wrong niggaz
We running down the block hot with these pizza boxes
So we split up and met back at the apartment
Hell yeah (yo ain't you hungry my nigga?)
Hell yeah (you wanna get paid my nigga?)
Hell yeah (ain't you tired of starving my nigga?)
Hell yeah (well lets ride then)
Hell yeah, Hell yeah
I know a way we can get paid you can get down but you can't be afraid
Let's go to the DMV
And get a ID
The name says you but the fates is me
Now it's your turn take my paper work
Like 1, 2, 3 lets make it work
Then, fill out the credit card application
And its gonna be bout 3 weeks a waiting
For American Express
It's cause we card
Platinum visa, master card
Cause we was spooked as shit like we's was targets
Now we just walk right up and say charge it
To the game we rocking brand names
Goin on out the park store chains
We even got the boys in the crew a few things
Po Po never know who to true blame
Sto' after Sto' you know we kept rolling
Wait two weeks report the car stolen
Repeat this like a like a laundry mat
Like a glitch in the system it's hard to catch
Coming out the mall with the shopping bags
We can take it right back then get the cash
Yea, get a friend and then do it again
Damn right that's how we paid the rent
Hell yeah
Time to get this paper
I'm down for the caper
Please steady on
It's a deadly struggle
We all gotta hustle
This is the way we survive
(repeat)
I know a caper
We can get some government paper
You know food stamps can we really do that
Hell yea, right there for the taking
Fuck welfare we say reparations
And, uh, you know the grind
Get up early get in the line and just wait
Everybody on break that's part of the game
And when they call your name
Ms. Case Worker let my state my claim
I'm homeless, jobless, times is hard, I'm 'bout hopeless
But I gotta eat regardless
No family to run to I'm 22
Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do
My sad story made her feel close to me
I made her feel like it was an emergency
When I came to the crib niggaz couldn't believe
I came back with a big bag of groceries (hell yeah)
Every job I ever had I had to get on the first day
I find out how to pimp on the system
Two steps ahead of the manager
Getting over on the regular tax free money out of the register
And when I'm working late nights stockin' boxes I'm creepin' their merchandise
And don't put me on dishes I'm dropping them bitches
And taking all day long to mop the kitchen shit
We ain't getting paid commission, minimum wage, modern day slave conditions
Got me flippin' burgers with no power
Can't even buy one off what I make in an hour
I'm not the one to kiss ass for the top position
I take mine off the top like a politician
Where I'm from doing dirt is a part of living
I got mouths to feed I gots to get it
Hell yeah (you down to roll my nigga?)
Hell yeah (you ready to get your hands dirty my nigga?)
Hell yeah (your woman need money and things my nigga?)
Hell yeah (well lets ride then)
Hell yeah
If you coming gangsta
Then bring on the system
And show that you ready to ride
Till we get our freedom
We got to get over
Please steady on the grind
(repeat)
velozes e furiosos (trilha-sonora) - we own it - 2 chainz
[verse 1: 2 chainz]
Money's the motivation
Money's the conversation
You on vacation, we gettin paid so
We on paycation, I did it for the fam
It's whatever we had to do, it's just who I am
Yeah, it's the life I chose
Gunshots in the dark, one eye closed
And we got it cooking like a one-eyed stove
You can catch me kissin my girl with both eyes closed
Perfecting my passion, thanks for asking
Couldn't slow down so we had to crash it
You used plastic, whip out cash
I see some people ahead that we gon' pass[hook]
I never feared death or dying
I only fear not for trying
I am whatever I am
Only god can judge me, now I'm
One shot, everything rides on tonight
Even if I've got three strikes, ima go for it
This moment, we own it
And I'm not to be played with
Because it can get dangerous
See these people I ride with
This moment, we own it
[verse 2: wiz khalifa]
And the same ones that I ride with
Be the same ones that I die with
Put it all out on the line with
If you looking for me you can find whip (?)
In the new car or in the crown whip (?)
My new broad, thats a fine chick
And the wonder squad, I'm down with
(and no way around it)
What you say, tell me what you say
Working hard, reppin for my dogs, do this everyday
Takin off, looking out for all, makin sure we ball
Like the mob all you do is call
Catch you if you fall, young khalifa
[hook]
I never feared death or dying
I only fear not for trying
I am whatever I am
Only god can judge me, now I'm
One shot, everything rides on tonight
Even if I've got three strikes, ima go for it
This moment, we own it
And I'm not to be played with
Because it can get dangerous
See these people I ride with
This moment, we own it
[verse 3: 2 chainz]
(I ride or die for love)
This the biggest day of my life
We got big guns, big graduated from knives
It's the day in the life and I'm ready to ride
Got the spirit, I'm feelin like a killer inside
Financial outbreak, I'm free but I ain't out yet
Ride with the plug so I'm close to the outlet
At the red light, rims sittin off set
I look better than your girl (uh, out fit)
[verse 4: wiz khalifa]
Stuck to the plan, always think that we would stand up
Never ran
We the fam and loyalty never change up
Been down since day one, look at where we came from
Jumpin out on anybody who try to say some one thing about it
Got a problem, I got the same one
Money rolls, we fold
Plently clubs we closed
Follow the same code
Never turn our backs, our cars dont even lose control
[hook]
I never feared death or dying
I only fear not for trying
I am whatever I am
Only god can judge me, now I'm
One shot, everything rides on tonight
Even if I've got three strikes, ima go for it
This moment, we own it
And I'm not to be played with
Because it can get dangerous
See these people I ride with
This moment, we own it
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