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 alexthevoice, 69 anni spritzino di Cadoneghe (PD) CHE FACCIO? www.lovendiamonoi.it Sono single [ SONO OFFLINE ] [ PROFILONE ] [ SCRIVIMI ]  STO LEGGENDO Tabelle finanziarie... HO VISTO ...cose che voi umani.. e non me la ricordo +... STO ASCOLTANDO Hip hop, 2Pac, Ligabue.. ABBIGLIAMENTO del GIORNO Tuta in casa, braghette larghine e felpa con cappuccio sennò... In giacca e cravatta a lavoro... tutto insomma! ORA VORREI TANTO... Ricevere coccole!  STO STUDIANDO... Nuove versione del simulatore finanziario  OGGI IL MIO UMORE E'... Positivo come sempre!!! ORA VORREI TANTO... ORA VORREI TANTO... ORA VORREI TANTO... PARANOIE 1) doversi alzare da sotto il piumone alle 7 di mattina in pieno inverno 2) Pensare di conscere una persona, di contare per lei/lui, di poter contare su di lei e accorgerti invece che è come se non l'avessi mai conosciuta, a mala pena un sauto! MERAVIGLIE 1) svegliarsi accanto alla persona che si ama  2) il sesso 3) Le castagne appena cotte.. un caminetto, una bella boccia di vino rosso e una persona speciale accanto.. 4) Sentire che per qualcuno tu conti davvero |
That’s just the way it is Things’ll never be the same That’s just the way it is aww yeah (2Pac- Changes)   
giovedì 5 febbraio 2004 - ore 08:47 Till I Collapse Questa proprio forse non la conosce nessuno, tratta sempre da "the Eminem Show", spettacolare come sale....  Intro: Cause sometimes you just feel tired. You feel weak and when you feel weak you feel like you wanna just give up. But you gotta search within you, you gotta find that inner strength and just pull that shit out of you and get that motivation to not give up and not be a quitter, no matter how bad you wanna just fall flat on your face and collapse. B/W Intro: Go left, go left, go left right left Go left, go left, go left right left Go left, go left, go left right left Go left, go left, go left right left Verse #1: Till I collapse I'm spilling these raps long as you feel em Till the day that I drop you'll never say that I'm not killing them Cause when I am not then I am stop pinning them And I am not hip-hop and I'm just not Eminem. Subliminal thoughts when I'm stop sending them women are caught in webs spin and hauk venom Adrenaline shots of penicillin could not get the illing to stop. Amoxacilin is just not real enough. The criminal cop killing hip-hop filling minimal swap to cop millions of Pac listeners. Your coming with me, feel it or not you're gonna fear it like I showed you the spirit of god lives in us. You hear it a lot, lyrics the shock is it a miracle or am I just a product of pop fizzing up. For shizzle my whizzle this is the plot listen up you pizzles forgot slizzle does not give a fuck. Chorus - NateDogg Till the roof comes off, till the lights go out Till my legs give out, can't shut my mouth. Till the smoke clears out and my high wear out I'ma rip this shit till my bone collapse. Till the roof comes off, till the lights go out Till my legs give out, can't shut my mouth. Till the smoke clears out and my high wear out I'ma rip this shit till my bone collapse. Verse #2: Music is like magic there's a certain feeling you get when your real and you spit and people are feeling your shit. This is your moment and every single minute you spend trying to hold onto 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 this 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 Outcast, 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 fucken 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. Chorus - NateDogg Verse #3: Soon as a verse starts I eat it at MC's heart what is he thinking? I'ma not to go against me, smart. And its absurd how people hang on every word. I'll probably never get the props I feel I ever deserve But I'll never be served my spot is forever reserved If I ever leave earth that would be the death of me first. Cause in my heart of hearts I know nothing could ever be worse. That's why I'm clever when I put together every verse My thoughts are sporadic, I act like I'm an addict I rap like I'm addicted to smack like I'm Kim Mathers. But I don't want to go forth and back in constant battles The fact is I would rather sit back and bump some rappers. So this is like a full blown attack I'm launching at them The track is on some battling raps who want some static Cause I don't really think that the fact that I'm Slim matters A plaque of platinum status is whack if I'm not the baddest. Chorus - NateDogg Outro: Eminem & Natedogg Echo: Until the roof The roof comes off Until my legs give out form underneath me Eminem: I will not fall, I will stand tall, Feels like no one could beat me COMMENTA (0 commenti presenti) - PERMALINK mercoledì 4 febbraio 2004 - ore 12:33 Barza.... Da piegarsi.... Gigi e' molto appassionato di motociclette, vuole comprare una HarleyDavidson. Spulcia diversi annunci, ne trova uno conveniente e va a vedere il mezzo. La moto e' in condizioni perfette: cromature brillanti, motore a posto. Sembra nuova. " Ho un segreto-", spiega il vecchio proprietario, "- basta che ungi con la vaselina le parti cromate quando piove e la moto restera' perfetta!!-." Gigi compra la moto e tutto contento se ne va a casa. La sera stessa la sua ragazza lo invita a cena e lui decide di andare con la moto nuova. Arrivato a casa della ragazza, lei lo accoglie sulla porta e gli dice: * Non stupirti se a tavola nessuno parlera', nella mia famiglia e' usanza che il primo che parla lavera' i piatti.- Gigi entra e vede pile di piatti sporchi dappertutto: in cucina, in salotto, in bagno... Gigi si siede a tavola con la sua ragazza, i genitori e la zia. Comincia il pranzo e nessuno parla. Arrivati al secondo, Gigi adocchia la sua ragazza e pensa: * Voglio proprio vedere se non dicono niente!!!-, la corica sul tavolo e se la fa. Nessuno parla. Dopo un po' Gigi adocchia la giovane zia e pensa: -Stavolta qualcuno dira' qualcosa!-, la corica sul tavolo e si fa anche lei, ma nessuno apre bocca. Alla fine, Gigi da' una bella occhiata alla matura, ma prestante madre della sua ragazza, la corica sul tavolo e si fa anche lei, ma nessuno fiata. Mentre prendono il caffe', in un silenzio sempre piu' imbarazzato, Gigi sente un tuono, guarda fuori dalla finestra e vede che piove. Ricordandosi la sua nuova moto, tira fuori il tubetto della vaselina, al che' il padre sbotta: "- E vabbe', basta!!! Li lavero' io sti cazzo di piatti!!!-"  COMMENTA (0 commenti presenti) - PERMALINK mercoledì 4 febbraio 2004 - ore 09:29 Smile del giorno Eccolo, troppo bellooo!! COMMENTA (0 commenti presenti) - PERMALINK mercoledì 4 febbraio 2004 - ore 08:07 Superman Non molti la conoscono, è tratta dall ultimo album, The Eminem Show.... Stupenda...  (feat. Dina Rea) Dina Rea: Mmmhh Eminem: You high baby? Dina Rea: Yeahh... Eminem: Yeah? Dina Rea: hahaha..Talk to me... Eminem: You want me to tell you somethin? Dina Rea: Uh huh... Eminem: I know what you wanna hear... 'Cuz I know you want me baby I think I want you too... Dina Rea: I think I love you baby... Eminem: I think I love you too... I'm here to save you girl, Come be in shady's world, I wanna grow together, Let's let our love unfurl. You know you want me baby, You know I want you too, They call me Superman, I'm here to rescue you, I wanna save you girl, come be in Shady's world... Dina Rea: oh boy you drive me crazy... Eminem: Bitch you make me hurl... Eminem: 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... Chorus: 'Cuz I can't be your superman, Can't be your superman, Can't be your superman, Can't be your superman, I can't be your superman, Can't be your superman, Can't be your superman, Your superman, your superman... Eminem: Don't get me wrong, I love these hoes, It's no secret, Everybody knows, Can't we fuck? Bitch so what? That's about as far as your buddy goes, We'll be friends, I'll call you again, I'll chase you around every bar you attend, Never know what kind of car i'll be in, *Woman Screaming* We'll see how much you'll be partying then, You don't want that, Neither do I, I don't wanna flip when I see you with guys, Too much pride, Between you and I, Not a jealous man, but females lie, But I guess that's just what sluts do, How could it ever be just us two? Never loved you enough to trust you, We just met and I just fucked you, 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... Eminem & Dina Rae Over Chorus 2x Eminem: I know you want me baby, I think I want you too... Dina Rea: I think I love you baby... Eminem: I think I love you too, I'm here to save you girl, Come be in shady's world, I wanna grow together, Lets let our love unfurl, You know you want me baby, You know I want you too, They call me Superman, I'm here to rescue you, I wanna save you girl, Come be in shady's world... Dina Rea: Oh boy you drive me crazy... Eminem: Bitch you make me hurl. Eminem: First thing you said... Eminem As Women: I'm not phazed, I hang around big stars all day, I don't see what the big deal is anyway, You're just plain ol' Marshall to me... Eminem: Ooh yeah girl run that game... Eminem As Women: Haily Jade...I love that name, Love that tattoo...what's that say? 'rot in pieces' aww that's great... Eminem: First off you don't know Marshall, Add also, don't grow partial, That's ammo for my arsenal, I'll snap you off that bar stool, There goes another lawsuit, Leave handprints all accross you, Good lordy-wody you must be blown off that water bottle, You want what you can't have, Ooh girl that's too damn bad, Don't touch what you can't grab, End up with two back hands, Put Anthrax on a Tampax and slap you till you can't stand, Girl you just blew your chance, Don't mean to ruin your plans, 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... Eminem & Dina Rae Over Chorus 2x Eminem: I know you want me baby, I think I want you too... Dina Rea: I think I love you baby... Eminem: I think I love you too, I'm here to save you girl, Come be in Shady's world, I wanna grow together, Lets let our love unfurl, You know you want me baby, You know I want you too, They call me Superman, I'm here to rescue you, I wanna save you girl, Come be in shady's world... Dina Rea: Oh boy you drive me crazy... Eminem: Bitch you make me hurl. Chorus 2x B/W Dina Rea Singing LEGGI I COMMENTI (4) - PERMALINK martedì 3 febbraio 2004 - ore 14:31 Barza.... Questa mi ha veramente fatto sbregare... Una piccola vecchietta entra nello studio di un medico a piccoli passetti. "Dottore - dice - ho un problema di gas intestinali. Non è che la cosa mi disturbi poi molto, perchè le scoregge che faccio sono silenziose e assolutamente non puzzolenti. Però un pò mi infastidisce: vede, da quando sono entrata nel suo studio ne avrò mollate una ventina, naturalmente lei non se ne è accorto proprio perchè, come le ho detto, sono silenziosissime e non puzzolenti". Il dottore la guarda e sussurra "Capisco. Conosco bene questo tipo di problema. Faremo due cure separate. La prima cura consiste nel prendere queste pillole per una settimana ininterrottamente. Dopodichè torni da me e vedremo per la seconda parte". Dopo una settimana la vecchietta si ripresenta " Dottore, non so che cavolo mi ha dato da prendere, ma adesso le mie scoregge sono ancora silenziose, ma di un fetore impossibile!" E il dottore, alzandosi con un sorrisetto, le dice " Bene, nonnetta. Adesso che la sinusite è guarita vediamo cosa possiamo fare per l'udito!!!"  COMMENTA (0 commenti presenti) - PERMALINK martedì 3 febbraio 2004 - ore 08:17 Smile del giorno Troppo scemo sto smile.... quindi sarà smile del giorno....!  LEGGI I COMMENTI (2) - PERMALINK martedì 3 febbraio 2004 - ore 08:14 Sing 4 The Moment Amche questo pezzo secondo me è stellare... ripresa dalla vecchia degli Aerosmith... e come al solito nella 3° strofa si incazza.... da 10....  Verse #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, 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... Chorus: 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 Verse #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! Chorus Verse #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 COMMENTA (0 commenti presenti) - PERMALINK lunedì 2 febbraio 2004 - ore 14:44 Tatoo Raga qualcuno conosce qualche sito dove si trovano delle belle gallerie di tatoo?? Sono tutti col programmino dialer da scaricare e f'ck il programminooo!!!  Risp velociiiiiii che mercoledi devo andare.... ho già un'idea x carità xò se ne trovo altre volentieri lo stesso... COMMENTA (0 commenti presenti) - PERMALINK lunedì 2 febbraio 2004 - ore 08:22 Smile del giorno Ecco a voi lo smile odiernoooo....  COMMENTA (0 commenti presenti) - PERMALINK lunedì 2 febbraio 2004 - ore 08:19 Rabbit Run... Questa è una canzone che in pochi conoscono ed è veramente difficile da apprezzare.... di certo un amante del rap/hip hop non può non soffermarsi e rimanere incantato nell interpretazione di Eminem sulla canzone in oggetto... 3:10 di continuo rap, non esiste ritornello.... Faccio fatica a stargli dietro anche col testo (in questa ho dato bandiera bianca x impararla a memoria, è un tema....!)  Some days I just wanna up and call it quits, I feel like i'm surrounded by a wall of bricks, everytime I go to get up I just fall in piss, my life's like one great big ball of shit, if I could just put it all in all I spit, instead I always try to swallow it, instead of staring at this wall and shit, while I sit writers block sick of all this shit, cant call it shit, all I know is i'm about to hit the wall, if I have to see another one of mom's alchaholic fits, this is it, last straw, thats all, thats it, I aint dealing with another fucking politic, i'm like a stewin bubble in him, till it filters up, i'm about to kill it, I can feel it building up, blow this building up, i've been sealed enough, my cup run it over i've been filled up, but then explosion bust and spills my guts, you think all I do is stand here and feel my nuts, but i'm a show you what, you gonna feel my rush, you dont feel it then it must be too real to touch, feel to touch, i'm about to tear shit up, goosebumps, yeah i'm make your hair sit up, yeah sit up, i'm a tell you who I be, i'm make you hate me cause you aint me, you aint, it aint to late to finally see, what you close minded fucks were too blind to see, whoever find me, is gonna get a finders fee, out this world and aint no one out there mind as me, you need peace of mind, well here's a piece of mine, all I need's a line but sometimes, I dont always find the words to rhyme, to express how i'm really feeling at that time, yeah sometimes, sometimes, sometimes, just sometimes, its always me, how dark can these hallways be, the clock stikes midnight, 1, 2, then half past 3, this half ass rhyme with this half ass piece of paper, (Tear) i'm desperate at my desk if I could just get the rest, of this shit off my chest, again, stuck in this slum, cant think of nothing, fuck i'm stumped, but wait here comes something, nope, its not good enough, scribbel it out, new pad, krinkel it up and throw that shit out, i'm fisseling now thought I had figured it out, ball's in my court but i'm scared to dribbel it out, but i'm afraid, why am I afaid, why am I a slave to this trade, sign that i'll spit to the grave, real enough to rawl you up, what me to flip it I can rip it any style you want, i'm a switch, yeah a bitch, jimmy smith aint a quitter, i'm a sit here till I get enough, for me to finally hit a fucking boiling point, put some oil in your joints, flip the coin bitch come get destroyed, an MC's worst dream I make them tense since they hate me, see me and shake like a shangeling fence, by the looks of them you would swear yours was comming, by the scream of them you would swear i'm sawing something, by the way they running you would swear the law was coming, its now or never tonight is all or nothing, momma, jimmy keep leaving on us, he said he'd be back, he pinky promised, I dont think he's honest, I be back baby I just got to beat this clock, fuck this clock, i'm make them eat this watch, dont believe me watch, i'm a win this race, and i'm a come back and rub my shit in your face, bitch I found my neck, you gonna hear my voice, till you sick of it you aint gonna have a choice, if I gotta scream till I have half a lung, if I have half a chance I grab it, rabbit run... 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