alors?

Eminem
Lose yourself

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Look, if you had one shot, one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted

One moment
Would you capture it or just let it slip?

His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There´ss vomit on his sweater already, mom´s spaghetti
He´s nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgettin
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth, but the words won´t come out
He´s chokin, how everybody´s jokin now
The clocks run out, times up over, bloah!
Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity
Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked
Hes so mad, but he wont give up that
Is he? No
He wont have it , he knows his whole back citys ropes
It dont matter, hes dope
He knows that, but hes broke
Hes so stacked that he knows
When he goes back to his mobile home, thats when its
Back to the lab again yo
This whole rap shit
He better go capture this moment and hope it dont pass him

HOOK:

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo

The souls escaping, through this hole that its gaping
This world is mine for the taking
Make me king, as we move toward a, new world order
A normal life is borin, but superstardoms close to post mortar
It only grows harder, only grows hotter
He blows us all over these hoes is all on him
Coast to coast shows, hes know as the globetrotter
Lonely roads, God only knows
Hes grown farther from home, hes no father
He goes home and barely knows his own daughter
But hold your nose cuz here goes the cold water

His bosses dont want him no mo, hes cold product

They moved on to the next schmoe who flows
He nose dove and sold nada
So the soap opera is told and unfolds
I suppose its old potna, but the beat goes on
Da da dum da dum da da

HOOK

No more games, Ima change what you call rage
Tear this mothafuckin roof off like 2 dogs caged
I was playin in the beginnin, the mood all changed
I been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage
But I kept rhymin and stepwritin the next cypher
Best believe somebodys payin the pied piper
All the pain inside amplified by the fact
That I cant get by with my 9 to 5
And I cant provide the right type of life for my family
Cuz man, these goddam food stamps dont buy diapers
And its no movie, theres no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life
And these times are so hard and it´s getting even harder
Tryin to feed and water my seed, plus
See dishonor caught up bein a father and a prima donna
Baby mama drama screamin on and
Too much for me to wanna
Stay in one spot, another jam or not
Has gotten me to the point, I´m like a snail
I´ve got to formulate a plot fore I end up in jail or shot
Success is my only mothafuckin option, failures not
Mom, I love you, but this trail has got to go
I cannot grow old in Salems lot
So here I go is my shot.
Feet fail me not cuz maybe the only opportunity that I got

HOOK

You can do anything you set your mind to, man

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Eminem
Sing for the moment

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[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, 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...

[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

[Chorus]

[Chorus Without Beat]

[Instrumental]

Eminm mouark

Eminem
8 mile

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It´s ok, it´s ok, let the world get back this day

Sometimes I just feel like, quittin,
I still mic, why do I put up this fight, why do I still write,
Sometimes it´s hard enough just dealing with real life,
Sometimes I just wanna jump on stage and just kill mic´s,
And show these people what my level of skill´s like,
But I´m still white, sometimes I just hate life,
Something ain´t right, hit the brake lights,
Case of this stage fright, draw on the plane flight

Call but I might fall,
It aint my fault breaking my balls´
My insides crawl and I clam up,
I just slam shut, I just can´t do it,
My whole man-hoods, just been stripped,
I´ve just been picked so I must then get on the bus then split,
Man fuck this shit, yo I´m going the fuck home,
World on my shoulders as I run back to this 8 mile road

{Refrain:}
I´m a man, I´m a make a new plan,
Time for me to just stand up and travel new land,
Time to leave and just take matters into my own hands,
Once i´m over these track man i´m a never look back,
And i´m gone and I know right where i´m goin,
Sorry momma i´m grown, I must travel alone,
Ain´t no followin footsteps, i´m making my own,
Only way that I know how to escape from, this 8 mile road

Walking these train tracks trying to regain back,
The spirit I have before I go back to the same crap,
To the same plant, in the same pants,
Trying to chase rap, gotta move a.s.a.p,
Gotta get a new plan, momma´s gotta new man,
Poor little baby sister, she dont understand,
Sits in front of the TV, buries her nose in the pad,
And just colours until the crayon get dull in her hand,
While she just colours her big brother and mother and dad
There´s no telling what really goes on in her little head,
Wish that I could be the daddy that neither one of us had,
But I keep running from something I never wanted so bad,
Sometimes I get upset, cause I aint blew up yet,
Its like I grew up but I aint grown up to nuts yet,
Don´t got a rep, my step, dont got enough pep,
The pressures too much man i´m just trying to do what´s best,
And I try, sit alone and I cry, yo I wont tell her why,
Not a moment goes by that I look right at the sky,
Please i´m begging you god,
Please dont let me be fishin holding no regular job,
Yo I hope you will be getting home, whereva you are,
Yo i´m telling you dog, i´m bailing this trailer tomorrow,
Tell my mother I love her, kiss baby sister goodbye,
Say whenever you need me baby, i´m never to far,
But yo I gotta get out there, the only way I know,
And i´m a be back for you the second that I blow,
On everything I own, i´ll make it on my own,
Off to work I go, back to this 8 mile road

{au Refrain}

You got to live it to feel it, you didn´t then you wouldn´t get it,
Well see what the big deal is, why wasn´t and still is,
To be walking this borderline of Detroit city limits,
Its different in it, a certain significant of certificate
Of authenticity, you´d never even see but its everything to me,
Its my credibilaty, you never seen, heard, smelt a meda ta MC,
Who´s incredable on the same pedestal as me,
The chaque still unsigned, having a rough time,
Sit on the porche with all my friends and kick dumb rhymes,
Go to work and serve MC´s in the lunch line,
But when it comes crunch time, where do my punch lines go,
Who must I show, to bust my flow, where must I go, who must I know,
Or am I just another grabbing the bucket
Cause I aint having no luck with this little rappers so fuck it
Maybe I need a new outlet, I´m starting to doubt shit,
I´m feeling a little skeptical who I hang out with,
I look like a bum, yo my clothes aint about shit,
At the salvation army trying to salvage an outfit,
And its cold trying to travel this road,
Plus I feel like i´m always stuck in this batteling mode,
My defenses are so up one thing dont want it pity from no one,
This city is no fun, there is no sun and its so dark,
Sometimes I just feel like, i´m being pulled a-part,
From each one of my limbs, by each one of my friends,
Its enough to make me just wanna jump out of my skin,
Sometimes I just feel like a robot, sometimes I just know not,
What i´m doing I just blow my head as a stove top,
I just explode, the kettle gets so hot,
Sometimes my mouth just overloads the acid, I dont got,
But I learned its time for me to U-Turn,
Yo it only takes one time for me to get burned,
Aint no callin her next time I need a new girl,
I can no longer play stupid or be immature,
I got every ingredient all I need is the courage,
Like I already got the beat all I need is the word,
Uh uh got the urge, suddenly its a surge,
Suddenly a new burst of energy hits the curve,
Time to show these free world leaders, three and the third,
I am no longer scared now, i´m free as a bird,
Then I turn and cross over the medium curve,
Hit the burbs and run and see its a blur, this 8 mile road

{au Refrain}

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moulou Posté le 09 juin 2004 à 21:08:49
Et on appelle ça du rap.
DarkCrasher, tu avais mis quoi ? ( fleim de rechercher )

Eminem
Superman

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Intro
Oooooh
You high baby?
Yaaahhh
Yah?
Talk to me
You want me to tell you something?
Uh huh
I know what you want to hear

A Chorus
Cuz, I know you want me baby, I think I want you too, I think I love you baby, " I think I love you too"/I´m here to save you girl, come be in Shady´s world, I want to 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 want to save you girl, come be in Shady´s world, " Ooooh boy you drive me crazy," Bitch you make me earl...

Verse 1
They call me superman, leap tall hoes in a single bound, I´m single now, got no ring on this finger now/I´d never let another chick bring me down, in a relationship, save it bitch, babysit? You make me sick/Superman ain´t savin´ shit, girl you can jump on Shady´s dick/straight from the hip, cut to the chase, I tell ´em off, like a 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, get 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, poppin´ shit, wouldn´t piss on fire to put you out/Am I too nice? Buy you ice? Bitch if you died, I wouldn´t buy you life/What you tryin´ to be my new wife? What you Mariah? Fly through twice

Bridge
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 ho

B Chorus
Cus 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

Verse 2
Don´t get me wrong, I love these hoes, it´s no secret, everybody knows/Yeah we fucked, 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, we´ll see how much you´ll be partying then/You don´t want that, neither do I, I don´t want to 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?/I´d never love you enough to trust you, we just met and I just fucked you

Bridge

A Chorus/B Chorus

Verse 3
First thing you say, " I´m not fazed, I hang around big stars all day/I don´t see what the big deal is anyways, you´re just plain old Marshall to me"/Oooh yah girl run that game, " Hailie Jade, I love that name, love that tatoo, what´s that say? Rot in pieces? Uh, that´s great"/First off you don´t know Marshall, at all so grow partial, that´s ammo for my arsenal, I´ll slap you off that barstool/there goes another lawsuit, leave handprints all across you, good Lordy whoadie, you must be gone 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 backhands/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

Prechorus

A Chorus/B Chorus

B Chorus X2

lol que du emin3m

parfois c´est bien mais que parfois^^

T´as pas autre chose?

Dmx --> Party Up

[DMX]
Uhh.. UH! . . WHOO!
[Chorus:]
[DMX]
Y´all gon´ make me lose my mind up in HERE, up in here
Y´all gon´ make me go all out up in here, up in here
Y´all gon´ make me act a FOOL up in HERE, up in here
Y´all gon´ make me lose my cool up in here, up in here
[DMX]
If I gotsta bring it to you cowards then it´s gonna be quick, aight
All your mens up in the jail before, suck my dick
and all them other cats you run with, get done with, dumb quick
How the fuck you gonna cross the dog with some bum shit?
Aight
There go the gun click, nine one one shit
All over some dumb shit, ain´t that some shit
Y´all niggaz remind me of a strip club, cause everytime you come around,
it´s like ( what) I just gotta get my dick sucked
And I don´t know who the fuck you think you talkin to but I´m not him, aight slim?
So watch what you do
Or you gon´ find yourself, buried next to someone else and we all thought you loved yourself
But that couldn´t have been the issue, or maybe they just sayin that, now cause they miss you
Shit a nigga tried to diss you
That´s why you layin on your back, lookin at the roof of the church
Preacher tellin the truth and it hurts

[Chorus]

[DMX]
Off the chain I leave niggaz soft in the brain cause niggaz still want the fame,
off the name First of all, you ain´t rapped long enough to be fuckin with me
and you, you ain´t strong enough
So whatever it is you puffin on that got you think that you
Superman I got the Kryptonite, should I smack him with my dick and the mic?
Y´all niggaz is characters, not even good actors
What´s gon´ be the outcome?
Hmm, let´s add up all the factors
You wack, you´re twisted, your girl´s a hoe
You´re broke, the kid ain´t yours, and e´rybody know
Your old man say you stupid, you be like,
" So? I love my baby mother, I never let her go
" I´m tired of weak ass niggaz whinin over pussy that don´t belong to them,
fuck is wrong with them?
They fuck it up for real niggaz like my mans and them who get it on
on the strength of the hands with them, MAN

[Chorus]

[DMX]
I bring down rains so heavy it curse the head
No more talkin - put him in the dirt instead
You keep walin - lest you tryin to end up red
Cause if I end up fed, y´all end up dead
Cause youse a soft type nigga
Fake up
North type nigga
Puss like a soft white nigga
Dog is a dog, blood´s thicker than water
We done been through the mud and we quicker to slaughter
The bigger the order, the more guns we brought out
We run up in there, e´rybody come out, don´t nobody run out
Sun in to sun out, I´ma keep the gun out
Nigga runnin his mouth?
I´ma blow his lung out
Listen, yo´ ass is about to be missin
You know who gon´ find you?
( Who?)
Some old man fishin
Grandma wishin your soul´s at rest but it´s hard to digest with the size of the hole in your chest

[Chorus]

[DMX]
Hold up! ERRRRRRRR!
One.. two.. meet me outside meet me outside, meet me outside
All my Ruff
Ry-DERS gon´ meet me outside meet me outside, meet me outside
All my big ball-ERS gon´ meet me outside meet me outside, meet me outside
All my fly lad-IES gon´ meet me outside meet me outside, meet me outside
All my street street peoples meet me outside meet me outside, outside motherfucker
X is got y´all bouncin again
Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again
Dark Man X got ya bouncin again
Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again
Swizz Beatz got y´all bouncin again
Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again ( Swizz Beatz)
Ruff Ryders got y´all bouncin again
[DMX]
Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again
Dark Man keep you bouncin again
Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again
Dark Man keep you bouncin again
Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again
All my streets they bouncin again
Bouncin again, we´re bouncin again
Swizz Swizz Beatz we bouncin again
Bouncin again and we bouncin again
Double R keep it comin, ain´t nuttin y´all
Ain´t nuttin y´all can do, now.. [BOOM]

Moais ca ca peut aller

bon on s´emmerde vraiment comme tous les matins^^

C´est clairt qu´on s´emmerde un peu la

pas vrai?

oui moi cfa msoul

Ca me soul je veut dire *

Oui moi aussi ! peut etre qu´en faisant un jeu?

Quelle sorte de jeu?

Ah j´avais oublié que t´avais les 30s^^

Je pose 2 questions FF7 et tu dois repondre à elle en messages séparés !

acro?