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olağaüstü güzellikte bir 2pac şarkısı.

2pac:

nigga, we doin’ this shit from cleveland to l.a., nigga. whatever you niggas want, we bringin’ it!
thug luv, nigga. bitch! what time is it? yo, i don’t give a fuck where you lay at, nigga, it’s time to
slay these bitch-made niggas.
[bizzy: pac pac run with us, run with us, run with us. pac pac run with us. pac and rip with thug luv.]
they ain’t even knowin’ what type of niggas we is. where my thugs at?
[cocking of a shotgun, followed by gunshots repeated throughout.]
bone thugs-n-harmony
i know you niggas been waitin’ for this for a long time. well, here it is,
nigga. here it is. what you gonna do with it?

bizzy bone:

well, it must be close to the armageddon, lord. know that i won’t fly by that lesson, you taught me to pull out my wesson, you brought me, and i’m not stressin’ it softly. get ’em up off me, ’cause all we wanted was harmony, been bombin’ ’em, yell up outta my ghetto, i won’t settle, get on my level. they can’t stop me and pop me. nigga, they got me? fuck no. little pac gets schizophrenic, let’s manage to damage all y’all. i’ll talk about ’em, and you don’t really want it, ’cause they’re cornered, and i’m want ’em to not jump. i’d rather say that we came to shut ’em all down. so quick to test, bullet, yes, declare war. roll, i’ll flow when i get the gun for the murda mo’ horror, for why they did it all, pause for the cause, and i fin to pull a nine or pistol, a little nigga with mine. fuck them niggas, it’s on. all y’all fall. bizzy gettin’ bitches to test me, bless the floor, and any attempt to arrest me, stress me. lord, lookin’ at death, with the last of my breath. follow, follow, my kids, now don’t sin in my steps. yet the weapon is kept with the best of my secrets, deep in the (leaves), i’m alone, nigga believe that i can see it, if needed, and if you really with me and well then let it be, get the greens and we runnin’ up over cleveland [cleveland].

2pac:

ha, ha! what’s poppin’, nigga? put your muthafuckin’ hands on your strap, nigga. thug luv, nigga. yeah, we can do this like gangstas and slug it out, or do this like punks and punk it out. pull your
strap on me, nigga, you better kill me. thug luv, nigga. thug lfe, baby. thug luv.
i probably be punished for hard livin’, blind to the facts thugs is convicts in god’s prison, hands on the strap. prayin’, so father please forgive me. police be rushin’ when they see me. i flaunted america’s most wanted live on t.v. life: pleasure and pain, stuck in this game, holler my name. we all gon’ die. we bleed through similar veins. yous explain to me now. don’t panic when my guns burst. heard the last jam, nigga? this one’s worse. my nigga, bone held the chrome ’til i came home. thug luv playas, tell these bitch niggas bring it on. i caught a plane out to cleveland late last evenin’ to help my niggas clean up; some niggas no longer breathin’. now, who do you believe in? hit the weed and grieve. it’s a cold ass world. niggas kill you in your sleep. watch me. until they stop me, bury, murder me or drop me, i got thug luv for my nationwide posse. feel
me.

layzie bone:

little thug from the land, nigga never ran. muthafuckas out to get me. they don’t understand it’s the #1 nigga out with a nation of niggas down to put it some work and do some dirt, fuckin’ around with the band bone thugs-n-harmony, follow down the road, we stroll to meet karma. everything i do, it seem to cause drama. ready for the war like a knight in my armor, bomb ya. so quick to test us, nigga wanna crash me, eat dust. for the love of the lust, niggas bustin’ on us. hit ’em up with the buck 12 gauge eruptions. it’s the art of war. puttin’ niggas on the floor when i’m comin’ through the door, bringin’ nothin’ but terror, causin’ much pain to the nigga that dared us, tried to put a twist in this thugsta era. paired up with a nigga like pac, and a nigga like me, gotta stay high. thug luv ’till i die, keep my prayer to the sky, but i’m still in the hood, smoke and fry, so i beg the lord save us all escapers of misery, bless my niggas in penetentary, soldiers of the century, yeah.

krayzie bone:

here to get it, told my niggas they need get the hell down with the dirt, and we don’t fuck around. buck a couple a rounds, and if your passin’ through, then hit the ground, and don’t get caught up in the crossfire, nigga. artillery thick, and you don’t wanna get to fuckin’ with this, i’m straight devil, not a punk and pretend. i reload, buck a little mo’. flee the scene ’fore the po-po even know. "so, who ya lookin’ for?" they don’t know. a mothafucka with a leather face. hey, man, she said i ran this way, said i ran that a way. ya’ll hoes’ll never know because i got away, yeah yeah. a criminal mind to keep a nigga on the level. sometimes i get high, and analyze your crime. correctly
organized and with results, you’ll be surprised.

wish bone:

oh, nigga, can you feel the vibe? we can ride. playa hatin’ niggas, you gotsta die, it’s only right. it’s over with, bone, better leave it alone, mo thug come crack they fuckin’ domes. still in the hood, where the thugs play, fuckin’ with nothin’ but thugs, man, ain’t takin’ no shorts, or no losses. we crackin’ them domes around my way. give it to ’em on another level, nigga, get a shovel, you can dig a hole. bitches is dead. infrared to your head. you can beg, you go fled, but still gon’ bleed bloody red. fuck with mine, we’ll be seen in the moonlight, ’cause we out ridin’, lookin’ for you [for you]. better run for cover, nigga, duck. we about to bust. strate got the infrared, put it on his forehead. makes a move, send [flowers] straight to his home. put a card in the muthafucka, send it to his mama. tell her he was dead wrong, dead wrong. gone, now we long gone, long,
gone.

bizzy bone:

pac pac run with us, run with us, run with us. pac pac run with us. pac and rip with thug luv.

(bkz: ağam ağam)

roma imparatorluğunun esasını, temelini oluşturan cümle ya da simge. senatör ve halkın roma devletine olan bağlılığını temsil eder.

"senatus populusque romanus"

sözü ve müziği edith piaf’a ait çok güzel bir fransızca şarkı...

c’est l’amour qui fait qu’on aime.
c’est l’amour qui fait rêver.
c’est l’amour qui veut qu’on s’aime.
c’est l’amour qui fait pleurer...

mais tous ceux qui croient qu’ils s’aiment,
ceux qui font semblant d’aimer,
oui, tous ceux qui croient qu’ils s’aiment
ne pourront jamais pleurer...

dans l’amour, il faut des larmes,
dans l’amour, il faut donner...

et ceux qui n’ont pas de larmes
ne pourront jamais aimer...
il faut tant, et tant de larmes
pour avoir le droit d’aimer...

mon amour, oh toi que j’aime,
tu me fais souvent pleurer...

j’ai donné, donné mes larmes,
j’ai pleuré pour mieux t’aimer,
j’ai payé de tant de larmes
pour toujours le droit d’aimer...
pour toujours... le droit d’aimer !

dinlemesi pek keyifli bir edith piaf şarkısı.

cet air qui m’obsède jour et nuit
cet air n’est pas né d’aujourd’hui
ıl vient d’aussi loin que je viens
traîné par cent mille musiciens
un jour cet air me rendra folle
cent fois j’ai voulu dire pourquoi
mais il m’a coupé la parole
ıl parle toujours avant moi
et sa voix couvre ma voix

padam...padam...padam...
ıl arrive en courant derrière moi
padam...padam...padam...
ıl me fait le coup du souviens-toi
padam...padam...padam...
c’est un air qui me montre du doigt
et je traîne après moi comme un drôle d’erreur
cet air qui sait tout par cœur

ıl dit: "rappelle-toi tes amours
rappelle-toi puisque c’est ton tour
’y a pas d’raison pour qu’tu n’pleures pas
avec tes souvenirs sur les bras...
" et moi je revois ceux qui restent
mes vingt ans font battre tambour
je vois s’entrebattre des gestes
toute la comédie des amours
sur cet air qui va toujours

padam...padam...padam...
des "je t’aime" de quatorze-juillet
padam...padam...padam...
des "toujours" qu’on achète au rabais
padam...padam...padam...
des "veux-tu" en voilà par paquets
et tout ça pour tomber juste au coin d’la rue
sur l’air qui m’a reconnue
...
écoutez le chahut qu’il me fait
...
comme si tout mon passé défilait
...
faut garder du chagrin pour après
j’en ai tout un solfège sur cet air qui bat...
qui bat comme un cœur de bois...

artık ermişlere karıştığını düşündüğüm yazar. sol tarafı becermekten vazgeçip, kendini dünya zevklerinden arındırıp, kendini tibet tapınaklarına vurduğu sızan bilgiler arasındadır. evet...

- evet çocuklar şair burda ne anlatmak istemiş?
- (iç ses) eşşegin teşkilatını anlatmak istiyor hocam, öf be!

özellikle liselerde verilen türk dili ve edebiyatı derslerinin olmazsa olmaz, adeta demirbaşı olan soru cümlelerinden biridir bu soru. hoca her soruşunda içiniz sıkılır, bunalırsınız, içinizden küfür edersiniz. ve tabii ki yarım kalan uykunuza devam etmek istersiniz. öyle böyle değildir...

müthiş bir 2pac şarkısı.

aww yeah, uhh, uhh
holla if ya hear me, yeah!

[verse one]
here we go, turn it up, let’s start
from block to block we snatchin hearts and jackin marks
and the punk police can’t fade me, and maybe
we can have peace someday g
but right now i got my mind set up
lookin down the barrel of my nine, get up
cause it’s time to make the payback fat
to my brothers on the block better stay strapped, black
and accept no substitutes
i bring truth to the youth tear the roof off the whole school
oh no, i won’t turn the other cheek
in case ya can’t see us while we burn the other week
now we got him in a smash, blast
how long will it last ’til the po’ gettin mo’ cash
until then, raise up!
tell my young black males, blaze up!
life’s a mess don’t stress, test
i’m givin but be thankful that you’re livin, blessed
much love to my brothers in the pen
see ya when i free ya if not when they shove me in
once again it’s an all out scrap
keep your hands on ya gat, and now ya boys watch ya back
cause in the alleys out in cali i’ma tell ya
mess with the best and the vest couldn’t help ya
scream, if ya feel me; see it clearly?
you’re too near me -

{*chorus*}
[2pac] holla if ya hear me!
"hard!" .. "tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - p.e.
"tellin you to hear it.."
[2pac] holla if ya hear me!
"hard!" .. "tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - p.e.
"tellin you to hear it.."
[2pac] holla if ya hear me!
"hard!" .. "tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - p.e.
"tellin you to hear it.."

[verse two]
pump ya fists like this
holla if ya hear me - pump pump if you’re pissed
to the sell-outs, livin it up
one way or another you’ll be givin it up, huh
i guess cause i’m black born
i’m supposed to say peace, sing songs, and get capped on
but it’s time for a new plan, bam!
i’ll be swingin like a one man, clan
here we go, turn it up, don’t stop
to my homies on the block gettin dropped by cops
i’m still around for ya
keepin my sound underground for ya
and i’ma throw a change up
quayle, like you never brought my name up
now my homies in the backstreets, the blackstreets
they fell me when they rollin in they fat jeeps
this ain’t just a rap song, a black song
tellin all my brothers, get they strap on
and look for me in the struggle
hustlin ’til other brothers bubble -

{*chorus*}
[2pac] holla if ya hear me!
"tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - p.e.
"tellin you to hear it.."
[2pac] holla if ya hear me!
"hard!" .. "tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - p.e.
"tellin you to hear it.."
[2pac] holla if ya hear me!
"hard!" .. "tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - p.e.
"tellin you to hear it.."
[2pac] holla if ya hear me!
"hard!" .. "tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - p.e.
"tellin you to hear it.."
[2pac] holla if ya hear me!

[verse three]
will i quit, will i quit?
they claim that i’m violent, but still i keep
representin, never give up, on a good thing
wouldn’t stop it if we could it’s a hood thing
and now i’m like a major threat
cause i remind you of the things you were made to forget
bring the noise, to all my boyz
know the real from the bustas and the decoys
and if ya hustle like a real g
pump ya fists if ya feel me, holla if ya hear me
learn to survive in the nine-tre’
i make rhyme pay, others make crime pay
whatever it takes to live and stand
cause nobody else’ll give a damn
so we live like caged beasts
waitin for the day to let the rage free
still me, till they kill me
i love it when they fear me -

{*chorus*}
[2pac] holla if ya hear me!
"tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - p.e.
"tellin you to hear it.."
[2pac] holla if ya hear me!
"hard!" .. "tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - p.e.
"tellin you to hear it.."
[2pac] holla if ya hear me!
"hard!" .. "tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - p.e.
"tellin you to hear it.."
[2pac] holla if ya hear me!
"hard!" .. "tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - p.e.
"tellin you to hear it.."

[2pac] you’re too near me, to see it clearly

{*repeat 4x*}
[2pac] holla if ya hear me!
"hard!" .. "tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - p.e.
"tellin you to hear it.."

{*repeat 2x*}
"hard!" .. "tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - p.e.
"tellin you to hear it.."

"hard!" .. "the rebel"
"hard!" .. "the rebel"

{*repeat 12x to fade*}
[2pac] holla if ya hear me!
"hard!" .. "the rebel"

mükemmel bir 2pac şarkısı.

[2pac speaking]
yo ’law!
is it cool if a nigga just get fucked up for this one?
yeah! mr. fuck-a-cop is back..
and i still don’t give a fuck, yaknowwhati’msayin?
puffin on this indo.. in the studio with my partners out here
pacific heights in the house, know what i mean

i was framed, so don’t make the same mistake, nigga
you gotta learn how to shake the snakes, nigga
cause the police love to break a nigga
send em upstate cause they straight-up hate the niggaz
so what i do is get a crew of zoo niggaz
straight fools into rules and do niggaz
and one-time had enough of me
i’m still raw so the law can’t fuck with me
they wanna send me to the pen, punk picture that
i stay strapped motherfuckers better get your gat
it ain’t easy bein me i can’t take it
life as a celebrity ain’t everything they make it
and ever since the movies, these hoes try to do me
if they can’t screw me, they find a way to sue me
now can you picture me coolin, at a night club?
nothin but love, but motherfuckers wanna mean mug
since i wear a lot of gold, they plot
don’t know what i got, and get shot with the hot ones
and aww yeah, i wanna feel guilty
but you punk motherfuckers tried to milk me
you’ll get smacked behind the hill with my phone on my pager
it’s beepin while i cut you with my razor
i’m not violent, i’m petrified and nervous
i got no mercy for these niggaz tryin to serve us
but if you catch me outta pocket, then i’m got
you love to shoot a nigga but you scared to pop a cop
now drop it

chorus

strictly for my - strictly for my - strictly for my niggaz
strictly for my - strictly for my - strictly for my niggaz
strictly for my - strictly for my - strictly for my niggaz
strictly for my niggaz makin g’s

reflected and disrespected, plus i’m rejected
you’re just another rapper, who swears he’s makin records
that’s what they said - whenever i would walk by
i never tripped though - always kept my head up high
eventually, i knew that i would find my way
after the darkest night, always comes a brighter day
and some would say, that turned away is all you’ll get
i just said, "bet," and never let ’em see me sweat
cause in the end, i knew that i would have it all
while non-believers, were prayin for my downfall
and some would call, and tell me that they wish me well
but in my heart, i’m knowin that they wish me hell
yo get a real job, rappin doesn’t pay the rent
i hate the studio cause that’s where all my money went
never surrender, it’s all about the faith you’ve got
don’t ever stop, just push it til you hit the top
and if you drop, at least you know you gave your all
be true to you, and that way you can never fall
but beware, these backstabbers ain’t no joke
just like a rope, they hang on you until you’re broke
and when you’re broke, they move onto the next dope
and there you are, can’t even pay your car, nope
and when you reminisce, thinkin how you got dissed
remember how it felt, and then remember this
be true to you, believe that there’s no one bigger
cause they can all suck dick - it’s strictly for my niggaz

[chorus]

this is for the critics if you live up
pick up my shit or i’ll be back doin stickups
i better see five stars next to my picture
if not, tupac will cop the glock and come knockin to getcha
i told you once motherfucker i’m a nut
play me like a butt and you’ll be bleedin when you’re fucked
niggaz know what’s up but they be tryin to hold me down
i’m comin outta oaktown, bitch fuck around
and it ain’t where you from that makes you hardcore
nigga it’s the way you throw them thangs in the war
and to the marks that be talkin all that shit
screamin out the next nigga’s name like a bitch
and the niggaz that i ran into recently
the motherfuckers at the club that pulled the piece on me
you little bitches shoulda pulled the fuckin trigga
now you live in fear of a heartless-ass nigga
mr. troublesome; niggaz tried to play me with the gat
but like terminator nigga, i’ll be back
yeah! and i’ll be back with a fuckin army
you tried to harm me -- ruh-ring the alarm g!
cause most motherfuckers love to act up
without they backup, when they get jacked up they crack up
it’s strictly for my niggaz at the show
so they know, not to play me like a ho
strictly for my...

jenna jameson’un türkiye’de kullandığı bir ismidir...

- kazım duvardankazırım

kişinin isim ve soyisminin bir uyum içinde olması hadisesi.

- bilin neyaptı
- okşan zorboşalan
- fatma göbekatma
- döndü yandanverdi

gibi türevleri vardır...

akıl ve fikirden yoksun insanlara takılabilecek güzel bir sıfat. bunlara kısaca "afs" demek de mümkündür. evet...

(bkz: akıl fikir salağı)

aşkın ne olduğunu bilmeyen, sevmenin ne olduğunu bilmeyen insanlar grubudur.

aşk’ın da ne kadar yalan bir duygu olduğunu da bizlere belgeler bunlar.

bu gruba çoğunlukla ne oldum delisi, tüketim manyağı kişiler girerler.

onun için siz siz olun böyle tiplerden uzak durun, yoksa hakikaten üzülebilirsiniz...

barış manço’nun 1995’te çıkardığı "müsaadenizle çocuklar" isimli albümünden süper bir şarkı. barış abimiz yazarsa aha böyle yazar işte...

yıkılsın bütün duvarlar birer birer
açılsın bütün kapılar teker teker
yaklaş bana gel sokul bana

rüyama giriver bu gece
helalim oluver bu gece
koptu fırtına dört bir yanımda
ateşe at beni sar kollarınla
çok yorgunum sarıl bana
dokun bana ne olur

binlerce ok saplanıyor şu kalbime
alev alev ateşin yanıyor yüreğimde
yaklaş bana gölgem ol benim

rüyama giriver bu gece
helalim oluver bu gece
koptu fırtına dört bir yanımda
ateşe at beni sar kollarınla
çok yorgunum sarıl bana
dokun bana ne olur

gururumu aldım ayaklar altına
geldim kapına yüz sürmek için
haydi artık sen de sil göz yaşlarını
süslen boyan giyin benim için

elimde pembe mavi soluk bir çerçeve
tüm anılar sanki toplanmış hep o resimde
süzül oradan gel sokul bana

rüyama giriver bu gece
helalim oluver bu gece
koptu fırtına dört bir yanımda
ateşe at beni sar kollarınla
çok yorgunum sarıl bana
dokun bana ne olur

sokul bana
sarıl bana
yaklaş bana
dokun bana
sokul bana
sarıl bana

nirvana’nın en müthiş şarkılarından biri. kurt cobain abimiz sanırım aldığı uyuşturucunun etkisiyle bu şarkıyı yazmıştır. yoksa böyle bir şarkı ortaya çıkmazdı...

artık kırlaşmış saçlarıyla çok karizma bir kalecidir nikopolidis. yunan milli takımının her şeyidir...

böbrek taşı düşürmeye çalıştığını öğrendiğim süper arkadaşım. geçmişler olsun kendisine. hele bir iyileşsin sol frame ile cinsi münasebette bulunmaya kaldığı yerden devam edecektir muhakkak.