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$YO RAPS$. ДЛЯ ТЕХ КТО ЛЮБИТ RAP AND HIP-HOP
[50 Cent]
Yeah! 50 Cent.. Lloyd Banks.. Young Buck...
G G G G G-Unit! Haha!
[Young Buc]
Vacate your home I come to brake your bones
Americas nightmare we at it again
A desert eagle and a black mack 10
And neva know what happend
When we come through them cowards dont want none
They screamin at they murderas but walkin' with no guns
Come with me but dont run and die where your standin'
See im holdin' on this cannon and your life i'm demandin'
Put the pipe to your melon and your brains on the pavement
These niggaz is talkin' think that security gon save them
Nobody gon speak when homicide pay a visit
Look you right in the eyes and yell ya we don't know who did it
Corrupted by street corner by shootin' at the police
The feins up all night and the neighbours gettin' no sleep
You betta get used to it you know how we do it
Shady Aftermath Interscope and G-Unit.
[Chorus]
We got action when you don't
Show are places when you won't
G-Unit, [50 Cent] G-G-G-G, G-Unit
[50 Cent]
Now I told ya'll on my first Dre joint I am Loco
Betta than soso the games in the choke hold
Disney's is a nono I perfected the slow flow
In D.C. they dance the gogo
In L.A.they ride on lolo's
G-Unit in the house, oh no
You ain't ready it's heavy
65 chevy
Old school rollin' im holdin'
20 inches spinnin' from the beginnin' we winnin'
Gain's his masculinity pimpin' we not pretendin'
Drop top glock cock ready for the drama
Pistol's pop cop shot i'm heavy with them laama's
Non-sop make it hot we the top regardless
You can be the hardest
We'll just be the smartest
I warn you not to start us
We're not you average artist's
My bitch is like a goddess
When paparazzi spot us
Cause flick after flick same ol' shit that I kick, haha!
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks]
Guess who's back mothafucker gun in the clip
Ready to smack up on these suckas that's runnin' they lip
You can try any one of my shoes on none of em fit
Your hundreds are shorter I'll your pops his son is a daughter
All I need is some cigars and quarter a couple cars and a lawyer
Kinda packin' a bitch and i'll be back with a hit
I'm that sick, Who the hell you thought it was
I got expensive habits I can't afford it cause
G-Unit is poppin' and we performin' all the clubs
Niggas be shovin' and pushin' as someone is gooshin' surpise
She's givin' up the buns on her cushion
Sweatin' and screamin' suckin' me off the rest of the evenin'
And i'm leavin', on to the next city
Stashbox in the bus to I can bring the tex with me
I gotta go cause i'm gettin' over you niggas ain't over
G-U-NIT
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КТО НЕ ЛЮБИТ РЭП ПОЖАЛУЙСТА ИДИ ТЕ НАХУЙ С ГРУППЫ!
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ПРИГЛАШАЙТЕ СВОИХ ДУРЗЕЙ И ТУСИТЕ В ЭТОЙ ГРУППЕ
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ГОРОДСКОЙ СЕКОНД ХЕНД №1. Крымская сеть магазинов ГОРОДСКОЙ SECOND HAND №1
- Продажа товара на вес.
- Еженедельный или один раз в две недели завоз товара (в зависимости от расположения магазина).
- Ежедневное снижение цены. В день завоза самый широкий ассортимент, но самая высокая цена. В крайний день завоза самая низкая цена, но ограниченный ассортимент.
В наших магазинах одежда и обувь только из Великобритании различных европейских брендов: Burton, Bys.Oliver, Calvin Klein, Cat, Class, Dockers, Gabor, Geox, Guess, Hally Hansen, Hilfinger, Lonsdale, Mango, Marc O”polo, Mexx, Miss sixty, Next, Patagonia, Pepe jeans, S.Oliver, Timberland и многих других.
Адреса магазинов:
г. Севастополь, пр-т Ген. Острякова, д. 60 (ТД Приветливый), завоз – ВТОРНИК
г. Севастополь, ул. Ген. Петрова, д. 4/8, завоз – ЧЕТВЕРГ
г. Симферополь, пр-т Кирова, д. 7А, завоз – ЧЕТВЕРГ
г. Евпатория, пр-т Победы, д. 37, завоз - ЧЕТВЕРГ
г. Саки, пер. Фонтанный (за Автовокзалом), завоз - ВТОРНИК
г. Феодосия, ул. Базарная, д. 2, завоз - ВТОРНИК
г. Джанкой, ул. Карла Маркса, д. 9 (у краеведческого музея), завоз - ЧЕТВЕРГ
г. ЯЛТА, ул. Киевская, 12, завоз - ЧЕТВЕРГ

ГОРОДСКОЙ СЕКОНД ХЕНД №1

50cent G unit. Candy Shop (оригинал 50 Cent)
[Intro: 50 Cent]
Yeah...
Uh huh
So seductive
[Chorus: 50 Cent & Olivia]
[50 Cent]
I take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollypop
Go 'head girl, don't you stop
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)
[Olivia]
I'll take you to the candy shop
Boy one taste of what I got
I'll have you spending all you got
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
You can have it your way, how do you want it
You gon' back that thing up or should i push up on it
Temperature rising, okay lets go to the next level
Dance floor jam packed, hot as a teakettle
I'll break it down for you now, baby it's simple
If you be a nympho, I'll be a nympho
In the hotel or in the back of the rental
On the beach or in the park, it's whatever you into
Got the magic stick, I'm the love doctor
Have your friends teasin you 'bout how sprung I gotcha
Wanna show me how you work it baby, no problem
Get on top then get to bouncing round like a low rider
I'm a seasons vet when it come to this shit
After you broke up a sweat you can play with the stick
I'm tryin to explain baby the best way I can
I melt in your mouth girl, not in your hands (ha ha)
[Chorus: 50 Cent & Olivia]
[50 Cent]
I take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollypop
Go 'head girl, don't you stop
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)
[Olivia]
I'll take you to the candy shop
Boy one taste of what I got
I'll have you spending all you got
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)
[Bridge: 50 Cent & Olivia]
Girl what we do (what we do)
And where we do (and where we do)
The things we do (things we do)
Are just between me and you (oh yeah)
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Give it to me baby, nice and slow
Climb on top, ride like you in the rodeo
You ain't never heard a sound like this before
Cause I ain't never put it down like this
Soon as I come through the door
she get to pullin on my zipper
It's like it's a race who can get undressed quicker
Isn't it ironic how erotic it is to watch em in thongs
Had me thinking 'bout that ass after I'm gone
I touch the right spot at the right time
Lights on or lights off, she like it from behind
So seductive, you should see the way she wind
Her hips in slow-mo on the floor when we grind
As Long as she ain't stoppin, homie I aint stoppin
Drippin wet with sweat man its on and popping
All my champagne campaign, bottle after bottle its on
And we gon' sip til every bubble in the bottle is gone
[Chorus: 50 Cent & Olivia]
[50 Cent]
I take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollypop
Go 'head girl, don't you stop
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)
[Olivia]
I'll take you to the candy shop
Boy one taste of what I got
I'll have you spending all you got
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)
[Chorus: 50 Cent & Olivia]
[50 Cent]
I take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollypop
Go 'head girl, don't you stop
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)
[Olivia]
I'll take you to the candy shop
Boy one taste of what I got
I'll have you spending all you got
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)
Кондитерский магазин (перевод)
[Вступление: 50 Cent]
Да,
У-у,
Так соблазнительно.
[Припев: 50 Cent & Olivia]
[50 Cent]
Я приведу тебя в кондитерский магазин
И дам полизать леденец на палочке.
Вперёд, девочка, не останавливайся,
Не останавливайся, пока не достигнешь цели. (о-о!)
[Olivia]
Я приведу тебя в кондитерский магазин.
Малыш, стоит тебе только попробовать то, что у меня есть,
И тебя за уши не оттянешь – потратишь все деньги.
Не останавливайся, пока не достигнешь цели. (о-

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>>>.....Citizen Cope.....>>>. Группа хорошей и качественной музыки
на вкус
Something is great about this one. The phrase buzzed around in my head, mixing with the endorphins that cracked and snapped about their different relays, telling me that I liked this music. This music is good. The beer in your hand is good.* You are loving this, aren't you? Aren't you?
Singer/Song Writer, Citizen Cope recently headlined in Towson's Recher Theatre, a large dimly lit room washed in blood red drapes. Two bars, bouncers at the door who think they're funny, an entrance covered in music posters: enough ambiance to make you dream of owning rooms filled with nothing but silk pillows and feathery boas. Brilliance -- all of it.
His music is simple to the point of being stripped down, as if bearing it all was the only way to get our attention. The Spartan band behind him was made up of a drummer, a bassist, two keyboardists, and Cope on guitar. A mix of hip-hop, folk, and blues his songs are mostly beats - mix bass drum, high hat, snare, clap track and repeat - buffed smooth by a haggard, road-weary voice. Uncommon chords for texture and keyboards for lift.
I was there in the middle of a crowd that hung on Mr. Cope's every word. You have probably been in a situation like this one before. If you have seen a favorite artist live, you know the procedure. Stand elbow to elbow with lovers in varied states of decay - high school to golden years - and you reach clumsily into your bag of lyrics, struggling to throw them out in time with everybody else. Nevertheless, you dance, sway back and forth and put your chin to your chest to feel that beat and buzz in your rib cage. Somebody screams, You're melting my face! Artist finishes up a song and you try to guess what's coming next. You are loving this, aren't you?
But even as I enjoyed myself like everyone else, the experience unsettled me. Cope is an intensely powerful lyricist. Without useless contemplation or pretension, you sense a plain type of grief laced in his words. A grief at once deeply personal, but one that managed to untether me from the scene, causing me to think about what I was listening to. His song topics range from a laundry list of tragedy in Let the Drummer Kick That to exploration of danger of American jingoism in Bullet and a Target. One of my favorites, his song Penitentiary taps into fears for a culture growing more trapped by fear and war: Well I'm waiting on a time when people walk free to see/From the penitentiary in our mind/When there's no need to bleed/For your father/Or your son.
One Rolling Stone critic called him a modern day bluesman who paints a plaintive portrait of the human condition. Another, not-so-friendly critic from music and culture website, SoundtheSirens said: I'm sure there's some soulful guy with a guitar who can write better songs sitting in some coffee shop somewhere who deserves the exposure more than he does. This may be warranted, I just happen to disagree.
As a balding-twenty-something tapped his toe to the beat of Sideways against my heal, I was reminded of a perplexing moment a few months prior. I had created a Citizen Cope station on an Internet radio website called Pandora. If you have not used Pandora before, its program takes an artist that you give it and plays the music of similar artists based on style and genre.Normally, Pandora is right on, accurate as anyone could hope for. But the artists that Pandora surrounded Cope with -- Damien Rice, Jack Johnson, Ryan Adams, Howie Day, Beck -- sound nothing like him, perhaps Beck being the closest. I won't say that no one sounds like Citizen Cope -- that cannot be justified. However, one has serious trouble placing him in any sort of context. This frustrates me, because I need musical landmarks,

>>>.....Citizen Cope.....>>>