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متن آهنگ Katy Perry-Dark Horse

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Juicy J
Yeah, y'all know what it is!
Katy Perry
Juicy J
Uh huh, let's rave!

Katy Perry
I knew you were
You were gonna come to me
And here you are
But you better choose carefully

'Cause I...
I'm capable of anything
Of anything
And everything

Make me your Aphrodite
Make me your one and only
But don't make me your enemy
Your enemy
Your enemy

So you wanna play with magic
Boy you should know what you're fallin' for
Baby do you dare to do this
'Cause I'm comin' at you like a dark horse

Are you ready for
Ready for
A perfect storm
Perfect storm
'Cause once you're mine
Once you're mine
There's no goin' back

Mark my words
This love will make you levitate
Like a bird
Like a bird without a cage
We're down to earth
If you choose to walk away
Don't walk away

It's in the palm of your hand now baby
It's a yes or a no
No maybe
So just be sure
Before you give it up to me
Up to me
Give it up to me

So you wanna play with magic
Boy you should know what you're fallin' for
Baby do you dare to do this
'Cause I'm comin' at you like a dark horse

Are you ready for
Ready for
A perfect storm
Perfect storm
Cause once you're mine
Once you're mine
There's no goin' back

Juicy J
She's a beast
I call her Karma
She eat your heart out
Like Jeffrey Dahmer

Be careful
Try not to lead her on
Shawty's heart was on steroids
'Cause her love was so strong

You may fall in love
When you meet her
If you get the chance, you better keep her
She swears by it but if you break her heart

She turn cold as a freezer
That fairy tale ending with a knight in shining armor
She can be my Sleeping Beauty
I'm gon' put her in a coma

Woo!
Damn I think I love her
Shawty so bad
I'm sprung and I don't care
She got me like a roller coaster
Turn the bedroom into a fair

Her love is like a drug
I was tryna hit it and quit it
But lil' mama so dope
I messed around and got addicted

Katy Perry
So you wanna play with magic?
Boy you should know what you're fallin' for
(You should know)
Baby do you dare to do this
'Cause I'm comin' at you like a dark horse
(Like a dark horse)

Are you ready for
Ready for (Ready for)
A perfect storm
Perfect storm (A perfect storm)
'Cause once you're mine
Once you're mine (ohhhh)
There's no goin' back

متن آهنگ 50 Cent-Smoke

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[50 Cent]
Yeah, I like the way this feel
This make me wanna just (G-G-G-G, G-Unit!)
Buck somethin, hahaha (G-UNIT!)

[Hook: 50 Cent]
Nigga you shit on me, I shit on you
You put a hit on me, I put a hit on you
An eye for an eye nigga
Survive the shots or die nigga

[50] Get 'em Banks!

[Verse One: Lloyd Banks - singing]
They can't hold me
I'm Lloyd Banks the one and on-ly
Not your buddy, not your pal, not your ho-mey
But ain't a government around that can control me
Oh no!!!

[Rapping]
Uhh, I'm on that "Doggystyle" shit, man I don't love a ho
Poppa wasn't 'round, so I had to let my brother know
Never stay at center, play the back and let your money grow
Most them niggas wouldn't be around if you was bummy yo
Southside Jamaica neighbor yeah that's where I come from
If you see a nigga with me then there's more than one gun
Fly straight soldier, ain'tcha tired of bein the dumb one
Or are you satisfied bein another nigga's Dun-Dunn
We all know friendships turnin sour when you gettin it
Some niggas hate me in the hood, but I don't owe them niggas shit
Smilin all up my face like I don't know them niggas sick
But I can care less, I'm on the Island and I'm gettin rich

[Hook]

[Verse Two: Young Buck]
Walk it and talk it, spit it how I live it nigga
Came from the country, Dirty South get it nigga
Feds try and question me, they run up in my ho-tel
They said there was a shootin, but they found no shells
New York City hell they throwin niggas under jails
I got love for dem and I ain't even from dere
Now bust a shot for dem boys on da block
I can feel your pain nigga, I'm still in the game nigga
There's somethin bout the sound of a trey-pound
That make me pull up, hop out, and make a nigga lay down
See every time we 'round, you hear some shots go off
And niggas get they chains snatched when they tryin to show off
Shootouts in broad day, we do it the mob way
And come to find out, these niggas softer than Sade'
I'mma keep livin my life with a pistol in my palm
And a wrist full of ice, you can call me a Don motherfucker

[Interlude: singing]
We got the Hei-ny
So make one wrong move and you're dy-ing
Ain't no time for coppin a plea and cry-ing
Cause my niggas ain't gon' stop ridin'
So you gone

[Hook]

[Verse Three: 50 Cent]
I got a handgun habit, nigga front I'll let you have it
When the shots go off, cops sayin 50 back at it
I'm allergic to the feathers on these bird-ass niggas (yea)
Front and I'll put your brains on that curb fast nigga
I ain't a marksman, one spark and I spray shit
Nuff rounds from that H-K, I don't play bitch (uh-huh)
Move like I'm militant, back on that gorilla shit
Moody, disrespectful, unruly, but niggas can't move me (yea)
I squeeze 'til I run out of ammo, if it's a problem it's handled
I have your people pourin our liquor and lightin candles
You fuck around I blow your brains on my New York Times
Run home, turn to the sports section and read your mind
It's crystal clear, you should feel when that gat bust
First there's crime scene tape, then you end up in that black hearse
We don't go to funerals, but we'll go to your wake fam
Do your body all banged up, you made a mistake man

متن آهنگ Jennifer Lopez - Never Satisfied

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I've been tossing and turning
All this hunger is burning
I need something to feed my soul
Oh oh oh

I raise my thoughts to the morning
I got this need that's growing
Pick you up just to make me whole
Oh oh oh

Your body is heaven and it feels like home
Those sweet lips - I'll never let you go

I'm never satisfied
Not if I even try
It's keeping me up at night
I'm going crazy
For all of your love

I need you all the time
You bring me back to life
I'm going crazy
For all of your love

I take my time, give it all to you
There ain't nothing else I can do
I'll follow you anywhere you go
Oh Oh Oh

Your body is heaven and it feels like home
Those sweet lips - I'll never let you go

I'm never satisfied
Not if I ever try
It's keeping me up at night
I'm going crazy
For all of your love

I need you all the time
You bring me back to life
I'm going crazy
For all of your love

I'm tasting Heaven when I think about you
I'm losing my mind
I can't stop thinking 'bout your sweet love,
All of the time
I don't know if I'm gonna make it alone...
Make it alone

I'm never satisfied
Not if I ever try
It's keeping me up at night
I'm going crazy
For all of your love

I need you all the time
You bring me back to life
I'm going crazy
For all of your love

[Instrumental]

I'm never satisfied
Not if I ever try
It's keeping me up at night
I'm going crazy
For all of your love

I need you all the time
You bring me back to life
I'm going crazy
For all of your love
I'm going crazy
For all of your love

متن آهنگ 50 Cent – Hustler

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{Light the fire that needs the air}
Yeah
{I won't burn unless you're there, you're there}
I need you
{Ooh, I need you}
I need you to hate

So I can use it for your anger
{Light the fire that needs the air}
{I won't burn unless you're there, you're there}
You know, it's real shit, feel this!

America got a thing for this gangsta shit, they love me
Black Chucks, black skullies, leather Pelle-Pelle
I take Spit over Raymo, shit, I'ma fan
Got the silver duck tape on my tray eight handle

The women in my life bring confusion to shit
So like Nino in New Jack, I'll holla
"Cancel that bitch!"
Look at me, this is the life I chose
Niggaz around me so cold, man my heart dun froze up

I build the empire on the low
The narc's don't know I'm the weatherman
I take that coca leaf and make that snow
Sit back, watch it turn to dope, watch it go out the do'
O after O, you know

Homey I'm just triple beam, dreamin' niggaz be schemin'
I fiend to live the good life the fiends are just fiendin'
Conceal my weapon nice and easy so you can't see
The penitentiary is definitely out the question for me

I want to find the things in my life
So I hustle
Nigga you get in my way while I'm tryin' to get mine
And I'll buck you
I don't care who you run with, or where you from
Nigga fuck you
I want to find the things in my life
So I hustle

Yea, I don't know shit about gymnastics I somersault bricks
Black talons start flyin', when a nigga flip
I cook crack in the microwave, niggaz can't fuck with me
Me and my cool G's, call me Chef-boy-are-50

Check my logic, smokers don't like seeds in their weed shit
Send me them seeds, I'll grow them what they need
Them ain't Chia Pet plants in the crib that's chronic
And I'm sellin' them for 500 a pop god damn it

I sell anythin' I'ma hustler, I know how to grind
Step on grapes put it in water and tell you it's wine
If you analyze me, what you'll find is the DNA of a crook
And what goes on in my mind

It's contagious, hypnotic, it sounds melodic
If rap was the block or spider, I'll be poke and product
Now get a load of me, flashy, far from low key
And you can locate me wherever that dope be
Be gettin' money man

It's a hustler's ambition
Close your eyes listen, see my vision
Mossberg pumpin', shotgun dumpin' and drama means nothin'
It's part of the game, catch me in the coupe switchin' lanes
Or in the jeweler's switchin' chains

I upgrade from 30 BS to clean VS
Rocks that I copped from proceeds from the spot
I got the energy to win, I'm full of adrenaline
Play the curve and get nauseous, watchin' the spinner spin

I make plans to make it, a prisoner of the state
Now I can invite yo' ass out to my estate
Them hollow tips bent me up, but I'm back in shape
Pour Cristal in the blender and make a protein shake

I'm like the east coast number one Playboy B
Hugh Hefner'll tell you he ain't got shit on me
The Feds watch me, Icey they can't stop me
Racist, pointin' at me, "Look at Niggerace"
Hello!