Avem o tara de cacat...
Cu rapperi de-alde Brigada A.M.
Stilul Oprisan iar a fost postat..
Futu-va mortii mamiii vostri sa va aratam ce putem.
Noi va dam rima dupa rima aici din Galati
Nu ne trebuie bani noi ne avem ca frati
Dam muie la cine se baga intre noi
Si acum vedem niste retardati ca voi
Va'ti saturat sa trageti cu cornete in parc
Sa aruncati cu pungi cu apa la oamenii in cap
Va'ti saturat mancameati pula
Pana se'ncreteste ... futuva's gura
Ascultati manele si dansati ca p pula..
Erati mai frumosi si cu cagula
Ne spuneti noua despre viata de noapte
Vezi in mortii matii ca ti s'au rupt pempersii la spate...
Lasa playbacku si mai mananca o acadea....
Ce pizdos esti frate.....in PULA MEA....
.... to be continued...
pentru cei din brigada A.M - stilul oprsian (ii puteti vedea pe youtube)
duminică, 15 iunie 2008
joi, 12 iunie 2008
Gandind pe o melodie...
Acest articol nu va va spune ce gandesc... este vorba despre o melodie pe care imi place sa gandesc...
Eminem
Sing For The Moment
[Vers #1]
These ideas are nightmares for white parents
Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings
Like whatever they say has no bearing
Its so scary in a house that allows no swearing
To see him walking around with his headphones blaring
Alone in his own zone, cold and he dont care
He's a problem child, what bothers him all comes out
When he talks about his fuckin' dad walkin out
Cos he hates him so bad that he blocks him out
But if he ever saw him again, he'd prolly knock him out
His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back
Talkin black, brainwashed from rock and rap
He sags his pants, 2 rags and a stocking cap
His step-father hit him so he socked him back
And broke his nose, this house is a broken home
There's no control, he just lets his emotions go
Come on...
[Referen]
Sing with me, sing for the year
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear
Sing with me,just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away
[Vers #2]
Entertainment is danger, intertwine it with gansters
In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum
Only you're unholy, only have one homey
Only this gun, lonely, cuz don't anyone know me
But everybody just feels like they can relate
I guess words are a motherfucker, they can be great
Or they can be great, or even worse, they can teach hate
Its like kids hang on every single statement we make
Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum
Now how the fuck did this metamorphasis happen?
From standin' on corners and porches just rappin'
To havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ass
But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you
Fans turn on you, attorney's all gonna turn it to
To get their hands on every dime you have
They want you to lose your mind every time you mad
So they can try to make you out to look like a loose canon
You need to spew, dont hesitate to produce air-guns
Thats why these prosecutors wanna convict me
Swiftly just to get me offa these streets quickly
But all their kids been listen'n to me religiously
So i'm signing cds while police fingerprint me
They're for the judges daughter, but his grudge is against me
If i'm such a fuckin' menace, this shit doesnt make sense, Pete
It's all political, if my music is literal and i'm a criminal,
How the fuck can i raise a little girl?
I couldn't. i wouldn't be fit to
You're full of shit too, Guerrera, that was a fist that hit you!
[Refren]
[Vers #3]
They say music can alter moods and talk to you
But can it load a gun for you and cock it too?
Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude
Just tell the judge it was my fault, and i'll get sued
See what these kids do, is hear about us toting pistols
And they want to get one, cos they think the shit's cool
Not knowin' we're really just protectin' ourselves
We're entertainers, of course this shit's affecting our sales
You ignoramus. but music is reflection of self
We just explain it, and then we get our cheques in the mail
It's fucked up ain't it, how we can come from practically nothin'
To bein' able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted
It's why we sing for these kids that don't have a thing
Except for a dream and a fucking rap magazine
Who post pinup pictures on their walls all day long
Idolise their favourite rappers and know all they songs
Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they lives
So they sit and they cry at night, wishing they die
Till they throw on a rap record, and they sit and they vibe
We're nothing to you, but we're the fuckin' shit in their eyes
That's why we sieze the moment, and try to freeze it and own it
Squeeze it and hold it, 'cos we consider these minutes golden
And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone
Just let our spirits live on, through out lyrics that you hear in our songs
And we can
[Refren]
[Instrumentala]
Eminem
Sing For The Moment
[Vers #1]
These ideas are nightmares for white parents
Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings
Like whatever they say has no bearing
Its so scary in a house that allows no swearing
To see him walking around with his headphones blaring
Alone in his own zone, cold and he dont care
He's a problem child, what bothers him all comes out
When he talks about his fuckin' dad walkin out
Cos he hates him so bad that he blocks him out
But if he ever saw him again, he'd prolly knock him out
His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back
Talkin black, brainwashed from rock and rap
He sags his pants, 2 rags and a stocking cap
His step-father hit him so he socked him back
And broke his nose, this house is a broken home
There's no control, he just lets his emotions go
Come on...
[Referen]
Sing with me, sing for the year
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear
Sing with me,just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away
[Vers #2]
Entertainment is danger, intertwine it with gansters
In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum
Only you're unholy, only have one homey
Only this gun, lonely, cuz don't anyone know me
But everybody just feels like they can relate
I guess words are a motherfucker, they can be great
Or they can be great, or even worse, they can teach hate
Its like kids hang on every single statement we make
Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum
Now how the fuck did this metamorphasis happen?
From standin' on corners and porches just rappin'
To havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ass
But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you
Fans turn on you, attorney's all gonna turn it to
To get their hands on every dime you have
They want you to lose your mind every time you mad
So they can try to make you out to look like a loose canon
You need to spew, dont hesitate to produce air-guns
Thats why these prosecutors wanna convict me
Swiftly just to get me offa these streets quickly
But all their kids been listen'n to me religiously
So i'm signing cds while police fingerprint me
They're for the judges daughter, but his grudge is against me
If i'm such a fuckin' menace, this shit doesnt make sense, Pete
It's all political, if my music is literal and i'm a criminal,
How the fuck can i raise a little girl?
I couldn't. i wouldn't be fit to
You're full of shit too, Guerrera, that was a fist that hit you!
[Refren]
[Vers #3]
They say music can alter moods and talk to you
But can it load a gun for you and cock it too?
Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude
Just tell the judge it was my fault, and i'll get sued
See what these kids do, is hear about us toting pistols
And they want to get one, cos they think the shit's cool
Not knowin' we're really just protectin' ourselves
We're entertainers, of course this shit's affecting our sales
You ignoramus. but music is reflection of self
We just explain it, and then we get our cheques in the mail
It's fucked up ain't it, how we can come from practically nothin'
To bein' able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted
It's why we sing for these kids that don't have a thing
Except for a dream and a fucking rap magazine
Who post pinup pictures on their walls all day long
Idolise their favourite rappers and know all they songs
Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they lives
So they sit and they cry at night, wishing they die
Till they throw on a rap record, and they sit and they vibe
We're nothing to you, but we're the fuckin' shit in their eyes
That's why we sieze the moment, and try to freeze it and own it
Squeeze it and hold it, 'cos we consider these minutes golden
And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone
Just let our spirits live on, through out lyrics that you hear in our songs
And we can
[Refren]
[Instrumentala]
Gandind... despre dragoste...
Am vazut in multe "oracole" intrebarea "Ce e dragostea?" la care copii care pentru ei persoana de sex opus reprezinta doar o noua oportunitate de a ajunge in pat (macar de'ar ajunge odata in pat ca imi vine sa ma epilez cand ii aud) dau raspunsuri tampite... adica asa de tampite de m'as epila si in alte locuri... dar din pacate asta ne e lumea... si nu se poate altfel... si cand mai auzi ca se mai si ucid si sinucid din dragoste... stai si te gandesti "lol dude, unde dracu se duce si tara, wtf is happening whit our children?"... pai asa mai bine ramaneam la stadiu de "Neanderthali" ca macar atunci tineam unu la altu... imparteam mancarea... orice... adevarul e ca dragostea este atunci cand ai un sentiment de care este vinovat inima si tu dai vina pe cap... cum credeti ca puteti uita pe cineva pe care iubiti... oameni buni exprimativa sentimentele... aratatii ca'l iubiti pe cel de langa voi... ai incercat macar sa'i spui iubitei/mamei/surorii/prietenei/iubitului/tatalui/fratelui
/prietenului ta/tau ca'l iubesti sau ca'i multumesti ca iti este alaturi... ca poate fara caldura ei/lui nu ai rezista in lumea asta cruda si fara de speranta nici macar o secunda?... sincer sa va spun nici eu nu am incercat... de ce?... fiindca imi este teama... nu stiu de ce imi este teama dar se pare ca si creierul meu a fost spalat de timpurile astea... nici nu ma ma uimeste o crima pentru 10 lei cand oamenii de langa noi poate se roaga pentru 1 leu... sa'si hraneasca copii... asta ne e dragostea fata de aproape... egala cu -oo ne'ar trebui mii de ani sa reparam ce am stricat intr'un secol... ...
/prietenului ta/tau ca'l iubesti sau ca'i multumesti ca iti este alaturi... ca poate fara caldura ei/lui nu ai rezista in lumea asta cruda si fara de speranta nici macar o secunda?... sincer sa va spun nici eu nu am incercat... de ce?... fiindca imi este teama... nu stiu de ce imi este teama dar se pare ca si creierul meu a fost spalat de timpurile astea... nici nu ma ma uimeste o crima pentru 10 lei cand oamenii de langa noi poate se roaga pentru 1 leu... sa'si hraneasca copii... asta ne e dragostea fata de aproape... egala cu -oo ne'ar trebui mii de ani sa reparam ce am stricat intr'un secol... ...
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