Un vers sau o strofa dintr-o mel care iti place mult ! ! !

Miorita laie, plangi in odaie
Ca Petrica fara frica o fugit cu alta oaie
Petrica Roman, cel mai bun cioban,
Sta acum c-o mana intr-o alta lana
Tani minte trei cuvinte de la baciu moldovan
Nu conteaza frumustetea
Un cioban, ii tot cioban
Nu cata iubiri perfecte
Ca nea Nelu si cu Nina
Care sa pupau ca chiorii
Cand partidu` lua lumina

his palms are sweaty knees weak arms are heavy
Theres vomit on his sweater already
moms spageti
hes nurvis
but on the survis hes looks calm and ready
to drop bombs but he keeps on forgetting
what he wrote down a whole crowd ohh so loud
he opens his mouth but the words wont come out
hes choking how everybodys choking now
the clocks run out time up over plow

Sa-mi spui ca va ploua si ne va uda
Sa intram in casa ta si sa nu mai plec
Sa mai faci o cafea, sa-mi spui ceva banal
Iar eu sa ma pierd in parul tau...

Si
As dori sa pot sa'ti spun
o poveste de e drum
...cand visam sub geamul tau

Sometimes I just feel like, quittin I still might
Why do I put up this fight, why do I still write
Sometimes it's hard enough just dealin with real life
Sometimes I wanna jump on stage and just kill mics
And show these people what my level of skill's like
But I'm still white, sometimes I just hate life
Somethin ain't right, hit the brake lights
Case of the stage fright, drawin a blank like
Da-duh-duh-da-da, it ain't my fault
Great then I falls, my insides crawl
and I clam up (wham) I just slam shut
I just can't do it, my whole manhood's
just been stripped, I have just been vicked
So I must then get off the bus then split
Man fuck this shit yo, I'm goin the fuck home
World on my shoulders as I run back to this 8 Mile Road

Music is like magic there’s a certain feeling you get when you real
and you spit and people are feeling your shit.
This is your moment and every single minute you spittin tryin to hold on to it cause you may never get it again.
So while you’re in it try to get as much shit as you can
and when your run is over just admit when its at its end.
Cause I’m at the end of my wits with half the shit that gets in.
I got a list here’s the order of my list that it’s in
It goes, Reggie, Jay-Z, Tupac and Biggie, Andre from Outkast, Jada, Kurupt, Nas and then me. But in this industry I’m the cause of a lot of envy
so when I’m not put on this list the shit does not offend me.
That’s why you see me walk around like nothing’s bothering me.
Even though half you people got a fuckin problem with me.
You hate it but you know respect you’ve got to give me
The press's wet dream like Bobby and Whitney. Nate hit me.

Dear Slim, I wrote but you still ain't callin
I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not-a got him
There probably was a problem at the post office or something
Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot him
but anyways; fuck it, what's been up? Man how's your daughter?
My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm bout to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess what I'ma call her?
I'ma name her Bonnie
I read about your Uncle Ronnie too I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't want him
I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground shit that you did with Skam
I got a room full of your posters and your pictures man
I like the shit you did with Ruckus too, that shit was phat
Anyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back,
just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan
This is Stan

Emotions run deep as ocean's explodin'
Tempers flaring from parents just blow 'em off and keep goin
Not takin' nothin' from no one,give 'em hell long as I'm breathin'
Keep kickin ass in the mornin and takin' names in the evening
Leav'em with a taste of sour as vinegar in their mouth
See they can trigger me but they never figure me out
Look at me now, I bet ya probably sick of me now
aint you mama I'ma make you look so ridiculous now

Daca vrei privirea sa-mi las in podea
Calca peste ea, calca peste ea.
Daca vrei de tine sa simt ca-s robit,
Lasa-ma uimit, lasa-ma uimit.

Daca vrei cu tine lumina s-o impart,
Lasa-ma sa ard, lasa-ma sa ard.
Daca tot ce-i dus vrei din urma s-ajung,
Lasa-ma sa curg, lasa-ma sa curg.

Daca vrei sa stii ce-am in suflet sï-n gand,
Lasa-ma sa cant, lasa-ma sa cant,
Lasa-ma sa cant, lasa-ma sa cant,
Lasa-ma sa cant, lasa-ma sa cant...

Im steady tryna find a motive,
Why do what i do?,
Freedom aint gettin no closer,
No matter how far i go,
My car is stolen, no registration,
Cops patrolin, and now they done stop me,
And i get locked up,

Niciodata toamna nu fu mai frumoasa
Sufletului nostru bucuros de moarte.
Palid asternut e sesul cu matasa.
Norilor copacii le urzesc brocarte.
Casele-adunate, ca niste urcioare
Cu vin ingrosat in fundul lor de lut,
Stau in tarmu-albastru-al raului de soare,
Din mocirla carui aur am baut.

Pasarile negre suie in apus.
Cu frunza bolnava-a carpenului sur
Ce se desfrunzeste, scuturand in sus,
Foile-n azur.

Cine vrea sa planga, cine sa jeleasca
Vie sa asculte-ndemnul nenteles,
Si cu ochii-n facla plopilor cereasca
Sa-si ingroape umbra-n umbra lor, in ses...

"See?
You should've lïstened to me, baby"

Untie me, I've said no vows
The train is getting way too loud;
I gotta leave here, my girl,
Get on with my lonely life.
Just leave the ring on the rail
For the wheels to nullify...

I'm kicking that stone
Down your street alone
And the walls criticize where I have gone
I'm throwing that stone
Through your open door
And the halls seem to tell me that I am wrong

I'm taking the long way home
Where everything's overgrown
Just like the boy
Trying to give it away
I regret tomorrow
I'm taking the long way home
Whatever may come and go
Just like the boy
Trying to give it away
I regret tomorrow more than yesterday

Linkin Park - Carousel

Try to fly with the wings I gave you
Try to do what you believe and I’ll save you

Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is
BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!!
No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is
BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!!
Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is
BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!!
No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is
BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!!

Gara-i moarta de mult, gara e numai un sat
Si aici nici un tren n-a venit, n-a plecat
Asteptati in zadar si fluierati la refren
Nu exista ce vreti, nu exista nici tren...

Yeah!!! When I'm out in N.Y. boy it's blunts and phillies
When I'm out in L.A. boy it's wraps and swishes
Now Blood walk to this, now Crips walk to this
Now throw it up, raise it up for that gangsta shit
Now Blood walk to this, now Crips walk to this
Now throw it up, raise it up for that gangsta shit


I'm laughin straight to the bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
I'm laughin straight to the bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
I'm laughin straight to the bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
I'm laughin straight to the bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
I'm laughin

Sunny days wouldn't be special, if it wasn't for rain
Joy wouldn't feel so good, if it wasn't for pain
Death gotta be easy, 'cause life is hard
It'll leave you physically, mentally, and emotionally scarred
This if for my niggas on the block, twisting trees and cigars
For the niggas on lock, doing life behind bars
I don't see only god can judge me, 'cause I see things clear
Quick these crackers will give my black ass a hundred years
I'm like Paulie in Goodfellas, you can call me the Don
Like Malcolm by any means, with my gun in my palm
Slim switched sides on me, let niggas ride on me
I thought we was cool, why you want me to die homie?