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

My lyrical content contains subject matter
That sucks up all these fucked up young kids
At an alarmin rate, common denominate
Add it up and you'll see thats why I dominate.
I try to stimulate, but kids emulate.
And mimmick ever move you make
"Shit, you great".
But wait, can't you see im only here to entertain?
I gotta be the one to go against the grain
Cuz man, I see it, feel it, live it
But its inhumane, for me to see you be influenced
And pretend you ain't
But they don't understand that i've been through pain
If you get to know me, I can be a friend you gain.
But you can't just stand there and try to touch
It hurts, but your jealousy probably tears you up inside as much
And its such, a pleasure every button that I touch.
I treasure every glutton that I punish in my lust.

Daca n'ai fi tu cred ca as da de belea
Dar de fiecare data ma gandesc ca s'ar putea sa te pierd
Iti multumesc si ma gandesc ca daca n'ai fi tu ..
Probabil ca ar fi mai rau ca la inceput ..
TE IUBESC inca o data si iti multumesc mult !

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Si daca maine mor stiu ca intr'un dormitor ..
Exista o persoana careia o sa'i fie dor
Stiu ca tie iti pasa daca lipsesc de'acasa
Ma astepti cu lacrimi pe obraji pana dimineata...
Stau in bar , jumatatea mea e goala de pat
Nu incerca sa ma suni ca suna ocupat
Dosarul e plin , la fel ca sticla de vin
Cate belele as avea tot la tine vin
Tot la tine tin...

Cand vine seara te opresti
Din drumul tau te-ntorci si stai
Nu mai stii unde locuiesti
Ca ai plecat in luna mai
Privirea ta-i la asfintit
Aicea nimeni nu mai e grabit
Si stai de doua mii de ani
Pe strada ta sa te intorci
Ai da oricat sa stii ce varsta ai
Si n-ai sa recunosti
Fereastra-n care desenai
Doi orbi furiosi
Si-un popa fara grai
Si nu stii dac-ai sa revii
Pamantul e mai lung in lat
Vrei sa renasti printre cei vii
Sa te prefaci ca ai uitat
Ca viata ta-i ca o secunda
Ce sta-ntr-o punga muribunda si n-ai
Si n-ai rabdare sa mai stai
Ti-e capul spanzurat in nori
Si-n loc de cer te tii de-o umbra
De-o umbra
Ti-e teama c-ai s-o vezi
Ferestra-n care desenai
Doi orbi furiosi
Si-un popa fara grai...

Adrian Berinde - De o umbra

i like chicks, but i love Nyx

"blood, guts, guns, cuts, knives, lives, wives, nuns, sluts."

Artist: Eminem
Album: The Marshall Mathers LP
Song: Kill You.

Mesaj iniţiat de inamorada

I will be your father figure
Put your tiny hand in mine
I will be your preacher teacher
Anything you have in mind
I will be your father figure
I have had enough of crime
I will be the one who loves you
Until the end of time

:X

Ca un copil ma sperii ca deja nu mai sunt un copil
Ca numai pot sa plang asa chiar din senin
Ca nu mai pot sa`i las pe ai mei sa'mi tina palma
Ca nu mai pot cand vreau sa fug la mama
Apasat de griji,caut iesiri mereu
Si am iesiri mereu. si parca e tot mai greu
Sa faci fata cand toti iti intorc spatele
Dar inca imi iubesc aproapele
Ca am invatat ca fara oamenii care tin la tine
Intr`un final nu esti decat un nimeni
Familia, fata ta si o mana de frati
Sa ai cu cine sa te imparti
Fac combinatii in anu 25 al vietii mele
Am gustat din toate si bune si rele
Insa mai exista atat de multe
Hai sa le luam pe rand nimeni sa nu le uite.

PRIN VIATA ASTA DOAR O DATA TRECI,PROFITA PANA TRECI.
NU PURTAM FUSTE INFLORATE SI NU FURAM DIN BUZUNARE...NU CERSIM SI NU CEREM AJUTOARE...

PRIN VIATA ASTA DOAR O DATA TRECI,PROFITA PANA PLECI.
NU PURTAM FUSTE INFLORATE SI NU FURAM DIN BUZUNARE...NU CERSIM SI NU CEREM AJUTOARE...

The fiends need me
I aint around, they bones ache
Detox, rehab, cold sweats, watch them shake
I'm not that genie in a bottle, I'm in a bag
Take one hit and slide off to the Land of H man
When we first met, I thought you never doubt me
Now you tryin' to leave me, you never live without me
Girl I'm missing you, come and see me soon
Tie your arm up; put that lighter under that spoon
Now put that needle to ya arm princess
Stick it in, relapse
I'm back bitch, don't ever try that again
All the shit I did for you, I made you feel good
We have a love thing, you treatin' this like it's just a fling
What we have is more sacred than a vow or a ring
You broke my heart you dirty bitch
I won't forget what you did
If you give birth, I'll already be in love with your kids
Listen I don't give a damn if your ass starts smokin'
But we have a bond that is not to be broken


We got a love thing
Girl you tried to leave me but you need me
Can you see you're addicted to me?
We got a love thing
I can take ya higher girl
Fuckin' with me, you can be all you can be

SISTEMUL e cel care baga la getou propriile victime.
MASS-MEDIA e shamponul cu care se spala creiere.
CURVELE sunt cele care itzi otravesc sufletul,
iar vorbele mele sunt exact cele pe care le-ai spune shi tu.
SOCIETATEA e cea care itzi formeaza idei boschetareshti,
cand vezi ca pana shi resturile altora tre’ sa le plateshti.
RELIGIA e cea prin care se manipuleaza oameni in masa,
shi de asta credintza voastra este mult prea dubioasa.
CASA ce numeshti proasta ii o nevasta care itzi face de mancare,
si te iubeshte atat de mult incat sa itzi spele rufele murdare.
SOMER e deseori un absolvent de facultate care,
sta cu parintzii lui ce se sting incet ingropatzi in rate.
PRETEXTELE sunt alea pe care le bagi cand vrei sa te droghezi,
dupa ce ai zis ca te-ai lasat shi le foloseshti prea des.
VOCABULARUL pervers e cel care contzine destule p*le,
pe care sa le bagi in destui shi destule.
cand te speli pe maini shi nu mananci nimic-e SARACIE,
tragedie cand itzi fug gandacii din bucatarie.
SUCCES ai atunci cand altzii te pupa in c*r,
dar BOGAT eshti atunci cand apari sa te furi in jur.
shi SURD e ala care nu aude cand zic ‘da-te in p*la mea’,
da shtiu ca ALUZIA e o alta iluzie despre una.
iar COMBINA ta e chestia aia care nu face combinatzii,
dar o tzii in sufragerie ca sa auzi cum canta totzi dezaxatzii.
TRECUT e atunci cand tu te gandeai la viitor.
iar o intrebare ‘daca tacsu’ lu mugurel o fi fost fumator?’
MINERII sunt primii grapheri care au scris cu carbine:
‘sugi p*la dom’ shef’ semnat ‘baietzii pusi pe glume’.
MARTALOGU’ e cel care dupa o gura de vin incepe ,
sa vorbeasca aiurea ca un virgin despre vagin.
TINERII sunt aia care fumeaza shi sunt high,
iar BATRANII sunt cei care vaneaza scaune in tramvai.
FERICIREA e cea pe care eu n-o mai gasesc dar o doresc,
ca pe ceva dulce dupa ce fumez.
NEBUNI sunt cei care cred acum tot ceea ce spun,
iar cel ce rade in fatza mortii cu sigurantza e ROMAN.
FRIGIDERUL e ala nudist care o arde gol mereu.
VECINUL este fostul securist care te-a turnat la greu.
ANTIDEPRESIVE sunt ale pe care le ia maica-ta,
ca sa creada tactu ca are o casnicie fericita cu ea.
VIATZA e cea care tzi se pare de c***t
si LACHE e varul tau care te alearga dezbracat.

....
pun pariu ca n-ai fost intr-o peluza a unui stadion
si ca de la televizor nu poti sa sari direct pe gard
cand echipa ta da gol
.....

They call me Superman,
Leap tall hoes in a single bound,
I'm single now,
Got no ring on this finger now,
I'll never let another chick bring me down,
In a relationship, save it bitch, babysit? you make me sick,
Superman aint savin shit, girl you can jump on shady's dick,
Straight from the hip, cut to the chase,
I'll tell a mo'fuckin slut to her face,
Play no games, say no names, ever since I broke up with what's her face,
I'm a different man, kiss my ass, kiss my lips, bitch why ask?
Kiss my dick, hit my cash, i'd rather have you whip my ass,
Don't put out? i'll put you out,
Won't get out? i'll push you out,
Puss blew out, copin shit,
Wouldn't piss on fire to put you out,
Am I too nice? buy you ice,
Bitch if you died, wouldn't buy you life,
What you tryin to be, my new wife?
What you Mariah? fly through twice,
But I do know one thing though,
Bitches they come, they go,
Saturday through sunday monday,
Monday through sunday yo,
Maybe i'll love you one day,
Maybe we'll someday grow,
Till then just sit your drunk ass on that fuckin runway hoe...

I hurt myself today
to see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
the only thing that's real
(..)
what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
and you could have it all
my empire of dirt.

hurt - johnny cash

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York (New York)
I got a semi-automatic that spits next time if you talk (you talk)
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York (New York)
I got a semi-automatic that spits next time if you talk (you talk)

I find the map and draw a straight line
Over rivers, farms, and state lines
The distance from here to where you'd be
It's only finger-lengths that I see
I touch the place where I'd find your face
My finger in creases of distant dark places

I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold gound
I, I pray that something picks me up
And sets me down in your warm arms

I'm evaporating
a veil of smoke is what I am
your thoughts will take on their way
to grow old and to be certain

Sometimes it is better to lay
don't you think?

Pretty woman, walkin' down the street
Pretty woman the kind I like to meet
Pretty woman I don't believe you, you're not the truth
No one could look as good as you, mercy

Pretty woman won't you pardon me
Pretty woman I couldn't help but see
Pretty woman that you look lovely as can be
Are you lonely just like me

Pretty woman stop awhile
Pretty woman talk awhile
Pretty woman give your smile to me
Pretty woman yeah, yeah, yeah
Pretty woman look my way
Pretty woman say you'll stay with me-ee
Cuz I need you, I'll treat you right
Come with me baby, be mine tonight

Pretty woman don't walk on by
Pretty woman don't make me cry
Pretty woman don't walk away, hey, OK
If that's the way it must be, OK
I guess I'll go on home, it's late
There'll be tomorrow night, but wait
What do I see?
Is she walkin' back to me?
Yeah, she's walkin' back to me
Oh, oh, pretty woman