MELHORES MÚSICAS / MAIS TOCADAS
wwe - 619
Who's that jumpin' out the sky?
R-e-y mysterio, here we go
When the mask out, the girls they pass out,
The boys just black out, better tap out.
Go!
Off the tops ropes so look out below,
Cauz, the next thing you know you'll be on the floor,
What you gonna do when you're on your back,
From a mean body slam, aw damn you're wak.
You're like: 'what the heck?,all of a sudden,
This dude's sittin' on my neck, where's the ref?'
Straight from the wwe, how much trouble you'd see,
When you face the man of mystery?
Flippin' an' spinnin' an' doin' it fast,
You can't remove the mask (why?)
Cause he's kickin' your ass. (c'mon)
Who's that jumpin' out the sky?
R-e-y mysterio, here we go
When the mask out, the girls they pass out,
The boys just black out, better tap out.
Yeah!
Who's that jumpin' out the sky?
R-e-y mysterio, here we go
When the mask out, the girls they pass out,
The boys just black out, better tap out.
Mr. mysterious is serious,
And he gets furious and dilerious
And everybody's curious.
Wanna know where he's from and know who is he.
You don't know an damn thing, but he gets busy.
The entertainer, and hes now on the stage
And it dont matter if your in the ring or trapped in a cage.
What he looks like, you're all dying to see,
But guess what? looks like a winner to me.
(c'mon)
Who's that jumpin' out the sky?
R-e-y mysterio, here we go
When the mask out, the girls they pass out,
The boys just black out, better tap out.
(yeah)
Who's that jumpin' out the sky?
R-e-y mysterio, here we go
When the mask out, the girls they pass out,
The boys just black out, better tap out.
Yeah. who's that. out the sky r-e-y mysterio, here we go.
Of the top ropes. below (below). on the floor (the floor).
Your back. aw damn your wak. sittin' on my neck.
Where's the ref?
Wwe. trouble you see. mystery. doin' it fast. who's the man
(why?)
Ass (c'mon). mysterious. furious and dilerious, everybody's curious.
Where he's from (and know who is he?) but he gets busy.
wwe - all grown up
I'm all grown up
Now and I've listened and learn
A true star and I?m finally getting my turn
Took my hell, earned my spot
I'll be here for a minute sunny boy if you like it or not
I'm all grown up
When you think chicks and whips
I'm on the out though
I'm laid back, sun in my face, just like pop, now I'm turned around
Now that the world is mine
Ain't a cloud in the sky that could stop my shine, I love it
I'm all grown up
I didn't came from the grime and grit
Now I'm on top shining on rhyming shh
When you think about me you think of the best
Like a full length mink going a new corvette yes
When I spit consider the mess
A mountain of past
Six digits nothing less
When you think of Jackie O you think of success, success, success
I?m all grown up now
Gonna show this world how a woman takes on it all
And watch the old guard fall
I?m ready for the world to come to me
Everyone to see
I?ll make you believe I?m in control
I'm all grown up
Destiny shines
Take your fame and make it mine
Listen yo that old cheap flow got to go
I took my setbacks, got knocked out, but I ain't sweat that
Tried to lean back, count chicks, and get my key back
I'm all grown up
Sick of loss, bumping me back, like who the boss
I'm a show you how ta floss in the box a boys
Never thought it be this way, uh
Till I made it on big
Got my money right
Fames what I?ve waited on
For years I?ve been hated on, spit on, and kicked on
Ain't nobody stopping my flow, I'm a let you know if baby girl a big show
Rise and fall one blink of the eyes, surprised It cant take the saw.
See life try to do me, snuff me one to me
Industry is shady, family tried to sue me that's the life I live
Try to shush me I come back strong, stay on top and last for long
I?m all grown up now
Gonna show this world how a woman takes on it all
And watch the old guard fall
I?m ready for the world to come to me
Everyone to see
I?ll make you believe I?m in control
I'm all grown up now
Ooohhh
I'm all grown up
Ooohhh
I'm all grown up
Now
Ooohhhh
wwe - american made
He's American Made
He's got the red, white, and blue running through his veins
He was born and rasied in the US of A.
He's goverment inspected he's U.S. grade,
If you mess with the flag it's like a slap in his face
He's American Made (American)
He's American Made (American)
He's American Made (American)
He's American, American made
He's got the Stars and Stripes running through his veins
He was born and raised in the US of A.
He wears the Heart of his country on his sleeve,
You fight for your freedom if you really believe...
He's American made
He's American Made (American)
He's American Made (American)
He's American Made (American)
He's American, American made
He was born and raised in the US of A.
You fight for your freedom if you really believe... He's American made
He's American Made (American)
He's American Made (American)
He's American Made (American)
He's American, American, American made
American made
He's American made
American made
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, American Made
American Made
Whoa, He's American Made, yow...
wwe - bad, bad man
[john cena]
Aww, you done did it now
Chaos you shoulda put this one in the vault man!
They not ready - they don't know what's comin man!
Oh we gonna drop this on 'em right here
Y'all ain't ready for this, y'all ain't ready for none of this!
Your boy's a bad man, and we invadin the streets
Make unclever rappers scurred, they be droppin the heat
Shocked the world, now i'm standin alone
I flip fools like them clamshell cellular phones
You can't help but nod your head to the track
Fuck the watered down rap, we be takin it back
Give it to me straight - ain't no chasin it
Check yourself in the mirror - ain't no facin it
Cause you, playin the role and you plannin to fold
This the masterplan, we got the planet on hold
We all over the streets like your favorite sneaker
Breakin up your sound like a drive-through speaker
Everything that i be spittin is strong
After i rock, fast forward through the rest of the song
We the monkeywrench, that's gonna ruin your plan
And don't fuck with john cena - i'm a bad, bad man
[chorus 2x: bumpy knuckles]
With the mic in my hands i'm a bad man
Even in a fight with the hands i'm a bad man
Livin in the streets all my life i'm a bad man
I'm a bad man, i'm a bad man
[tha trademarc]
We devils - rockin ambient levels
We set loose among hot tunes to instrumentals
And cats got one-liners, i drop several
And i think it's funny you choose, losin progress
Or runnin in place; we makin moves, and y'all settle
I rip rappers and take responsibility
For makin future hall-of-famers look third rate
Y'all are lost for words like conversation on your worst first
Date
And ride beats, creep through side streets
Looseleaf notepads that's where rhymes leak
Punchlines - man, don't even beg
I got knee-slappin tracks, y'all brusin your leg
You a rhyme writer - funny man, that's a joke
You ain't worthy of bein my secretary man that's a quote
I flood tracks like cracks in boats
And pussy rappers choked up with they own lines in they throat
[chorus]
[bumpy knuckles a.k.a. freddie foxxx]
Turn up the microphone and see me i'm a beast
Mc's and they beats is what i eat, 16 i'll leave you in the
Street
My rhymes are sicker than gangrene in both feet
It's spreadin up the leg, and headed for the head
Your rhymes are whack your style is proof that the brain
Corrosion
Is fuckin with your chosen flows, i'm nice with mics
My hands'll break your nose like mikey tyson
Fightin in his prime, one rhyme
And i shake up the room one time, boom! to the jaw
Your face is a coat type raw
And the blood and snot they mix, jelly on the floor
My love is cop them bricks, belly on the floor
I rob you, you soft and you really ain't a problem
I solve you, 357 long nose revolve you
Acid in your face, bad look, dissolve you
I'm a bad, bad man
Yeah, check it out
It's bumpy knuckles baby
And i want you to say hello to the bad, bad, man - c'mon!
[chorus]
wwe - beantown
Yeah whassup baby? We gon' do some things right now
Show you how we do 'em in the Bean, y'knahmsayin?
N.Y. representin, Dirty South representin
Chi-Town, L.A., they all doin their thing
We got a lil' somethin bubblin in Beanpot over here y'know?
I got my crew right back gon' show you how it's done
Straight up, hittin one two like Manny Ortiz ya heard?
It's John Cena baby, and we heatin up the Beanpot
Big up Boston, you know the whole team hot
Yo we fresh, y'all a little bit stale
And we 'bout to make it ugly just like Kevin McHale
Cena takin over - I'm 'bout to make the scene mine
I got a tea party, baby meet me on the Green Line
Ain't too many kids that flow better than me
Roll thick like Yassir sideburns in seventy-three
Like Tom Brady and the Pats, we rollin kids
Cross me and pay a toll like the Tobin Bridge
From the home of the curse, y'all know what I mean
We like the left field wall, we stackin +Monster Green+
Knock you out of the park, you land on Yawkey Way
My shit be butter, but around here we say Parkay/parquet
I rent my own team, we takin over the industry
Like the big dick, baby nobody can finish me
[Chorus: scratched 4X]
"Big up Boston!" "No one shows pity"
[Tha Trademarc]
Yeah, it's Trademarc baby, biggin up Boston, yeah
6-1-7, 9-7-8, 7-8-1, 5-0-8, and 4-1-3
And I don't mean to brag, but it's in the bag
And we alone on top like we goin stag
It's a dynasty, that's how I see things
In four years we countin three rings
I'm the MVP, baby gimme that key ring
And me, Brady and Branch'll own our sweet thing
Yeah, and we ain't gon' stop
We at the Eagle {?}, cook 'em all as they flop
And T.O. takin on the B roll and that's the past
Beatin everybody and the salary cap
What now? You say titan's your rep
That's like Peyton winning big games out on Gillette
We don't forget y'all, we're keepin it grimy
Had the Steel Curtain lookin like venetian blinds
Yeah baby, that's how it go
That's why next year it's lookin like 3 in a row
[Chorus]
[Esoteric]
Yeah, uhh
It's Esoteric, tunin in
Puttin it down, for Boston Mass
Yo, I rep the Bean, y'all see the way it be
Home of Source magazine, the Pats and Edo. G
Steadily poetically I'm Bill Russell in command
Peace to Dorcester, Roxbury, Mattapan
Pack a man down quick like neanderthals
Standin tall after brawlin up in Fanueil Hall
As a young buck moms said I disobey
All she heard was no-ma/Nomar like fans in Fenway
But they sent him to the dugs, I'm like Manny when he shrugs
And {?} bug to the {?} women wearin {?} in the club
A deadly combination like venom hit your blood
Jason Varitek with the glove, it's all love
I'm like Schindler with the red sock, when I get hot
My aim is dangerous, like the Larry Bird set shot
It's clear now, you livin in fear now
Big up Boston, the champ is here now
[Chorus]
wwe - big show
Welll - well it's the big show
Yes it's a big bad show tonight.. dawg - (ohhh)
Yeah it?s the big show
Come on - crank it up and turn on all the lights.. y'all -
(ohhh)
Well get ready for something
That you'll never know
You won't see it comin'
But i promise you'll know
The big show
wwe - big show new theme
Welll - well it's the big show
Yes it's a big bad show tonight.. dawg - (ohhh)
Yeah it's the big show
Come on - crank it up and turn on all the lights.. y'all -
(ohhh)
Well get ready for something
That you'll never know
You won't see it comin'
But i promise you'll know
The big show
wwe - biscuits and gravy
Biscuits and gravy, made me a man
Ohhh biscuits and gravy, made me all that I am
And don't have an egg, no, it's what you've always been
Don't you go threatnin' don't you go messing with me
You'd better close you eyes 'cause somethins' comin' you shouldn't see
Biscuits and gravy, fit for a king ohhh biscuits and gravy, simple and clean
But you stepped on my gravy ohhh now I gotta get clean
Don't you go threatnin' don't you go messing with me
You'd better close your eyes, somethins' comin' you shouldn't see
Biscuits and gravy, made me a man
Ohhh, biscuits and gravy made me all that I am
And don't have an egg, no, it's what you've always been
Biscuits and gravy, made me a man
Ohhh, biscuits and gravy made me all that I am
And don't have an egg, no, it's what you've always been
Don't you go threatnin' don't you go messing with me
You'd better close your eyes 'cause somethins' comin' you shouldn't see
wwe - bodies
Let the Bodies hit the.....Floor
One-Nothing Wrong with me
Two-Nothing Wrong With me
Three-Nothing Wrong with me
Four-Nothing Wrong with me
One-Somethings Got to give
Two-Somethings got to give
Three-Somethings got to give
Now
Let the Bodies hit the floor
Let the Bodies hit the floor
Beaten why for?
Can't take much more
Let the bodies hit the floor
wwe - booyaka 619
What you gonna do when we come for you?
Correle. Correle. Andale.
What you gonna do when we come for you?
Booyaka. Booyaka. 619 (Hey)
Booyaka. Booyaka. That's my pueblo.
Booyaka. Booyaka. 619 (Hey)
Booyaka. Booyaka. Rey Mysterio.
Ya llego el Rey Mysterio.
Bato cabron de San Diego.
Flash up on the scene like a brown crusader.
Blowing up screens like space invaders.
Too much damage for one to manage.
Going 51 50 'speaky Spanglish.'
Aste a un lado estoy pesado.
Vivo la vida peleando pecado.
Estados Unidos al otro lao.
A puebla Canada 619 solao.
Do it for my people yeah you gotta love it.
'Mexican' across the stomach.
So think nothing of it
but love it.
Trucha de la calle a la lucha.
Siempre represento con mi chacho cachucha.
619 simo mas da corra.
San Diego, Puerto Rico sinaloa.
Booyaka. Booyaka. 619 (Hey)
Booyaka. Booyaka. That's my pueblo.
Booyaka. Booyaka. 619 (Hey)
Booyaka. Booyaka. Rey Mysterio.
What you gonna do when we come for you?
Correle. Correle. Andale.
What you gonna do when we come for you?
Correle. Correle. Andale.
Mira, mira. Watcha, Watcha.
Cuidado con los celos porque matan.
Booyaka Booyaka el regeton.
Me moda no Mysterio esta cabron.
One, two, three. Este boy with P.O.D.
Como la ves.
Facil como uno, dos, tres.
Mr. DJ, play that rola otra vez.
And watch how many people go off.
Under the wooden cross, who's the boss.
Nadie brinca brinca.
Cielo Con mi vos brillo el cielo.
Alto porque me duele la alma.
Y deje mi cartera en Tijuana.
El soldado enmascarado ten cuidado.
paisa paisa estas pasado.
Booyaka. Booyaka. 619 (Hey)
Booyaka. Booyaka. That's my pueblo.
Booyaka. Booyaka. 619 (Hey)
Booyaka. Booyaka. Rey Mysterio.
What you gonna do when we come for you?
Correle. Correle. Andale.
What you gonna do when we come for you?
Correle. Correle. Andale.
Making universal, speaking English.
The way we flip it is hard to distinguish.
Booyaka Booyaka el regeton.
Mic check. Mic check. 1, 2, it's on.
Look at me now, el tijuanero.
Amazing the world con mascara de cuero.
Mira watcha el mero mero.
Disfruta la vida con todos sus perros.
It took a whole lot to get where I'm at.
But still ain't got shit but tats on my back.
Ink on my chest, and up down my arms.
I made it true stories and put in a songs.
La voz inocente en mi gente.
Truena fuerte como cuente.
That's just life in the 619. So hey, DJ, hit me one more time.
Booyaka. Booyaka. 619 (Hey)
Booyaka. Booyaka. That's my pueblo.
Booyaka. Booyaka. 619 (Hey)
Booyaka. Booyaka. Rey Mysterio.
What you gonna do when we come for you?
Correle. Correle. Andale.
What you gonna do when we come for you?
Correle. Correle. Andale.
wwe - break it down
Yeah, you think you can tell us what to do?
You think you can tell us what to wear?
You think that your better?
Well you better get ready
To bow to the masters
Break it down!
D Genration ain't stupid, fool
We just got tired
Of doin' what you tell me to do
That's a brace boy
Yeah
That's a brace little man
Break it down!
D Generation X!
D Generation
You think you can tell me what to do?
You know who your talkin' to?
Well, you better get used
To the way we do it
I say what you got
It measures an ounce
Thats a brace boy, yeah
Thats a brace little man
Break it down!
D Generation X
D generation
You think your a big man?
Hahahahaha
I'll treat you like a little man
Yo, tell me what it's like
To be half a man
It must break your heart
To see what I am but
Thats a brace boy, yeah
Thats a brace little man
Break it down!
D Generation X
D Generation!
You think you can tell me what to do?
wwe - brodus clay - somebody call my momma
Lyrics:
(Funk is on a roll)
(Funk is on a roll)
(Funk is on a roll)
'Ey 'Ey 'Ayo
Can somebody call my momma'
It's about to get funky up in here
'Naw sayin'?
(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah...)
Somebody call my momma'
Somebody call my momma' (Yeah, Yeah)
Somebody call my momma' (Whatcha' say?)
Will somebody please somebody call my momma'?
Somebody call my momma' (Ah!)
Somebody call my momma'
Somebody call my momma' (Hit me)
Will somebody please somebody call my momma'?
Whatcha' say now?
Whatcha' got?
Whatcha' got for me?
Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh
Funk is on a roll
Got to let it flow
Make your body go
Trust me girl, I know
Funk is on a roll
Got to let it flow
Make your body go
Trust me girl, I know
Funk is on a roll
Got to let it flow
Make your body go
Trust me girl, I know
Funk is on a roll
Got to let it flow
Make your body go
Trust me girl, I know
(Funk is on a roll) X8
'Naw sayin'?
(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah...)
Somebody call my momma'
Somebody call my momma' (Yeah, Yeah)
Somebody call my momma' (Whatcha' say?)
Will somebody please somebody call my momma'?
Somebody call my momma' (Ah!)
Somebody call my momma'
Somebody call my momma' (Hit me)
Will somebody please somebody call my momma'?
Whatcha' say now?
Whatcha' got?
Whatcha' got for me?
Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh
Funk is on a roll
Got to let it flow
Make your body go
Trust me girl, I know
Funk is on a roll
Got to let it flow
Make your body go
Trust me girl, I know
Funk is on a roll
Got to let it flow
Make your body go
Trust me girl, I know
Funk is on a roll
Got to let it flow
Make your body go
Trust me girl, I know
wwe - burn in my light
Randy Orton (Burn In My Light) - WWE
Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
Nothing you can say
Nothing's gonna change what you've done to me
Now it's time to shine
I'm gonna take what's mine
Take what's mine
Hey!
Nothing you can say
Nothing's gonna change what you've done to me
Now it's time to shine.
I'm gonna take what's mine
You're gonna burn in my light
They try so hard to follow
But no one can
Inside you're all so hollow
You understand
Hey!
Nothing you can say
Nothing's gonna change what you've done to me
Now it's time to shine
I'm gonna take what's mine
While you're burning inside my light
I gave and you take and I waited for you but I've made a mistake
It's clear that your fear is so near because I see the look on
your face
You try to hold me under, I held my breath
Alone and now you wonder, what I possess
Hey!
Nothing you can say
Nothing's gonna change what you've done to me
Now it's time to shine
You're gonna burn in the light
Hey!
Nothing you can say
Nothing's gonna change what you've done to me
Now it's time to shine
I'm gonna take what's mine
While you're burning inside my light
You're gonna burn in my light
They try so hard to follow
But no one can
Inside you're all so hollow
You understand
Hey!
Nothing you can say
Nothing's gonna change what you've done to me
Now it's time to shine
I'm gonna take what's mine
While you're burning inside my light
wwe - burn it to the back
Well it's midnight, damn right
We're wound up too tight
I got a fist full of whiskey
The bottle just bit me
That shit makes me
Bat shit crazy
We got no fear, no doubt
All in, balls out
We're going off tonight
To kick out every light
Take anything we want
Drink everything in sight
We'll go until the world stops turning
While we burn it to the ground tonight
We're screaming like demons
And swinging from the ceiling
I got a fistful of fifities
Tequila just hit me
We got no class
No taste
No shirt
And shit faced
We got'em lined up shot down
Firing back straight crown
We're going off tonight
To kick out every light
Take anything we want
Drink everything in sight
We'll go until the world stops turning
While we burn it to the ground tonight
Ticking like a time bomb
Drinking til the night's gone
Get your hands off of this glass
Last call my ass
No chains no lock and this drain won't stop
We got no fear no doubt
All in, balls out
We're going off tonight
To kick out every light
Take anything we want
Drink everything in sight
We'll go until the world stops turning
While we burn it to the ground tonight
wwe - burn it to the ground
Well it's midnight, damn right, we're wound up too tight
I've got a fist full of whiskey, the bottle just bit me
Oh
That shit makes me bat shit crazy
We've got no fear, no doubt, all in balls out
We're going off tonight
To kick out every light
Take anything we want
Drink everything in sight
We're going till the world stops turning
While we burn it to the ground tonight
Oh
We're screaming like demons, swinging from the ceiling
I got a fist full of fifties, tequila just hit me
Oh
We got no class, no taste, no shirt, and shit faced
We got it lined up, shot down, firing back straight crown
We're going off tonight
To kick out every light
Take anything we want
Drink everything in sight
We're going till the world stops turning
While we burn it to the ground tonight
Oh
Ticking like a time bomb, drinking till the nights gone
Well get you hands off of this glass, last call my ass
Well no chain, no lock, and this train won't stop
We got no fear, no doubt, all in balls out
We're going off tonight
To kick out every light
Take anything we want
Drink everything in sight
We're going till the world stops turning
While we burn it to the ground tonight
Oh
We're going off tonight
To kick out every light
Take anything we want
Drink everything in sight
We're going till the world stops turning
While we burn it to the ground tonight
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