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Tindahan Ni Aling Nena

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Spoken: Isang araw... Pumunta ako sa tindahan ni Aling Nena Para bumili ng suka Pagbayad ko aking nakita Isang dalagang nakadungaw sa bintana (clap, clap, clap) Natulala ako laglag ang puso ko Nalaglag din ang sukang hawak ko (break glass) Napasigaw si Aling Nena (shout) Ako naman ay parang nakuryenteng pusa Ngunit natanggal ang hiya nang nakita ko na Nakatawa ang dalaga (clap, clap, clap) Panay ang sorry ho Sa pagmamadali nakalimutan pa ang sukli ko Pagdating sa bahay nagalit si nanay Pero oks lang ako ay inlababo ng tunay Chorus: Tindahan ni Aling Nena Parang isang kwentong pampelikula Mura na at sari-sari pa ang itinitinda Pero ang tanging nais ko ay 'di nabibili ng pera Pumunta ako sa tindahan kinabukasan Para makipagkilala Ngunit sabi ni Aling Nena Habang maaga'y huwag na raw akong umasa (clap, clap, clap) Anak niya'y aalis papuntang Canada Tatlong araw na lang ay ba-bye na Chorus: Tindahan ni Aling Nena Parang isang kwentong pampelikula Mura na at sari-sari pa ang itinitinda Pero ang tanging nais ko ay 'di nabibili ng pera Hindi mapigil ang damdamin Ako'y nagmakaawang ipakilala (ho, ho, ho, ho) Payag daw siya kung araw-araw Ay meron akong binibili sa tinda niya (clap, clap, clap) Ako'y pumayag at pinakilala niya Sa kanyang kaisa-isang dalaga Ngunit nang makilala siya'y tumalikod na At iniwan akong nakatanga Chorus: Tindahan ni Aling Nena Parang isang kwentong pampelikula Mura na at sari-sari pa ang itinitinda Pero ang tanging nais ko ay 'di nabibili ng pera Chorus 2: Tindahan ni Aling Nena Dito nauubos ang aking pera Araw-araw ay naghihintay O Aling Nena, please naman maawa ka-ahh Spoken: Alam nyo'ng nangyari? Wala... ahh... wala...ahh... (oh diyos ko!) Wala... ahh... wala...ahh...

Sisikat Din Ako

DANIEL PADILLA "DJP"
Halos 'di ko na matandaan Kung kailan pang nahilig umawit Nangarap isang araw sisikat din At maging isang maliwanag na bituin Sa tagal ng panahon marami na kong nagawa Marami nang awiting nilikha Nguni't hindi pa rin mayakap ang hangarin Hangarin kong maging isang bituin Tuloy tuloy pa rin Ang pagsisikap ko Pagka't balang araw Makikinig kayo... Tuloy tuloy pa rin Ang pag-aawit ko At makikita nyo Sisikat din ako... May kalayuan nang naabot ko Mula noong ako'y nagsimula Isang batang mahilig umawit At isang hiram na lumang gitara... Sa tagal ng panahon marami na kong nagawa Marami nang awiting nilikha Nguni't hindi pa rin mayakap ang hangarin Hindi pa rin ako isang bituin Tuloy tuloy pa rin Ang pagsisikap ko Pagka't balang araw Makikinig kayo... Tuloy tuloy pa rin Ang pag-aawit ko At makikita nyo Sisikat din ako... Tuloy tuloy pa rin Ang pagsisikap ko Pagka't balang araw Makikinig kayo... Tuloy tuloy pa rin Ang pag-aawit ko At makikita nyo Sisikat din ako... Sisikat din ako...

Nolia Clap (Remix)

JUVENILE
[Juvenile:] uh huh Remix...Remix.... Wacko, Juvenile, Skip! Hollaback.... Where H-town at..ATL at..Miami, Lil Haiti, Lauderdale at... [Chorus] Ya'll hear dat Nolia clap? Ya'll hear dat Nolia clap? I say da U gon do dey thing wodie please believe If not we'll make it hard for u cowards to breave One thing about a ghost, keeps sh* up a sleeve Juve and skip attack the boards, while I plug em wit 3's Every stash spot i got, I stuff it wit g's don't need a chain or a whip to snatch me a freak.. I'd rather ride around in my hooptie blowin on trees With two heaters in my lap..bumpin 400 degreez I 'on rock wit juvenile. what clown? datz my dawg.. Say dat sh* again I'll wack all ya'll. Get on some bo? sh*...smack all ya'll Prolly get on dat rob sh*...crack all ya'll I neva talk sideways I put ya on da highway Have ya sweatin in da chicken coop like smokey off Friday Catch ya in da nolia have ya runnin down da driveway Tryna bring ya down ? Yippe Ka Yay Where da Bay at...to dat 'lay at where dem teks, where dem 9's, where dem k's at [Chorus] west coast whats up, west side whats up where NY at..., NJ at, Philly philly, DC, VA at [Chorus] east coast whassup, east side whassup [Skip:] I'm straight hollygrove ya know dat But I'm ol' skool, fisher projek like a throwback Now I told you now you know dat You ain't welcome here, you ain't see I'm Gone on my doormat So stupid why...you ain't abide by dat If I catch you on my porch, you gon die by dat Right there, by them leaves..you can lie by dat On side of dat dog doo doo, you can dry like dat Cause this is payback for anyone who eva said dat Look, I'm safe wit this vest...Gon get his head packed Or get his face slashed, get his neck jooked Look in my face...this how death look If ya deaf look, I won't play witcha Gun talk is all I'm gonna say to ya So learn to read lips...cause see we tripz Every time dat alk and dem trees mix Where da Row at, Interscope at... Choppa City, Universal, Cut Throat at... [Chorus] where my pimps wassup, all my playaz wassup where UTP at, Crime Lab at, Rap A Lot, DTP, Aftermath at [Chorus] all my souljas wassup, all my gangstas wassup [Juvenile] we from the dirrty dirrty ya heard me ya shoot and get shot from under the department line we bout as long as ya block i travel all over the states been in some serious spots carzy not knowing if them people gon' kill me or not all that booting up and stunnin and gon get u no where if u aint bout shooting them subs dont even go there if u scared show u scraed and put ur sets down we aint got a way lookin for beef u can go away now gotta holla at ?? survival these people be my people hook me up with some prada clap for a PM calp for a bbenz and if u clap right here ill give u twenties and tens 3rd ward got money we got plenty to spend quit spending on transportation we got plenty of them YEA THIS IS BIG BUISNES RIGHT HERE RAP-A-LOT UTP 2004 PUT UR U'S UP [Chorus]

La Nena

RICARDO ARJONA "Santo Pecado"
La nana la despertó a las seis con cuarenta y dos La nena arruga los ojos pa' que no entre la luz Recita la oración de siempre para cumplir con Dios Acto seguido en el pecho se dibuja una cruz De quien es el auto que espera dos cuadras al sur Armada con libros de texto la lleva el chofer Mamá la despide en la puerta agitando los brazos La nena tiene nueve años como iba a saber Que hace más de cuatro meses que le siguen los pasos Y el auto que espera a dos cuadras enciende el motor Un tiro en la sien al chofer, la nena va a la deriva Un árbol detiene la inercia, ellos la tienen rodeada Su frente dio contra el cristal y le ha abierto una herida Los vecinos se encierran con llave, nadie ha visto nada Y la mano que mato a su chofer ahora le opaca los gritos La nena es un uno con ceros a partir de hoy. La nena ya no arruga los ojos, no ha visto la luz En la sucursal del infierno no existen ventanas Su suerte cotiza en billetes de otro país Su vida es un trueque vulgar parecido a la muerte La nena no va a ir esta tarde a su clase de inglés. La nena es un bulto amarrado en un chrysler café Un zapato le oprime la espalda, un pañuelo la boca La nena esta muerta de miedo y no entiende por qué La nena no sabe que a veces también Dios se equivoca La nena es desvelo y noticia la nena no está. Su planeta cambio de tamaño y mide cuatro por tres Su sol es la luz que se cuela debajo de una puerta La nena ya no ve diferencia entre un día y un mes La nena no sabe si duerme o se mantiene despierta La nena ya lleva 3 meses buscando un porque. Seis kilos de menos la nena, tiene llagas rosadas Papa casi loco, mama de nuevo en los hospitales Se pacta la entrega con una voz manipulada La misma que ha venido ofreciendo souvenirs corporales Y el miedo se ríe de todos y se frota las manos El futuro pone cara de perro si se le da la gana. La nena ya no arruga los ojos, no ha visto la luz En la sucursal del infierno no existen ventanas Su suerte cotiza en billetes de otro país Su vida es un trueque vulgar parecido a la muerte La nena ya lleva diez meses sin ir al ballet. El día indicado el dinero esta debajo de un puente La nena por fin sale del cuarto donde estuvo guardada Todo marcha como pactado, no hay ningún pendiente De pronto el jefe irrumpe en la casa sin cubrirse la cara La nena reconoce en el rostro a alguien familiar Los planes después del incidente han debido cambiar.

Clap

WU-TANG CLAN "The W"
[Raekwon] Call it the Hollow Bone syndrome line Select sweet nine, face this, watch his whole face lift Bracelets, murder niggas, luxurious, banks I was draped Caked out, half a million dollars in coats Flows is genetic, the Corleone connection in all Selection, stock brokers with coats on Make coke suggestion, all twin glizzies Fireman, Gucci boots on, sideways action, murder niggas fear me yo Cash that he did Clinton, rentin his mother crib out We send organize the Bill of Rights get lid Drugs that Hendrix was on, conversatin like the Dutch Richie Conaway, Goodfellas who honor Rae Flows that blow thru your roll and Holland Everybody now, trip up niggas, in clicks we posin rhyme black Half the year, half my niggas sittin upstairs Takin pictures of ya niggas wack gear [Chorus: Ghostface Killah (U-God)] Listen to the (Clap) Real niggas (Clap) Rich niggas (Clap) My bitches (Clap) If you love pussy then y'all niggas (Clap) If you love to get ate, then ya ladies (Clap) If you real fucked up, then ya'll niggas (Clap) If you bare witness to Allah y'all (Clap) Aiyo you see me on the big screen y'all niggas Clap (Jeans with a gangster lean, y'all Clap) Good hats, sloppy automatics that Clap (Big shit, thunder) Get around that [Ghostface Killah] Porcelain floors with a dog named Ginger Bottle cap niggas that rhyme, we the winners Then slide thru your hood in hoods Me, Cliff, Patrick, Gary Grice and my man C. Woods Holdin up gorilla, two niggas got a hold that shit One shot and ya mans on it The little kids watch from down the block Jury box, murder hop, six stash botch, fit hit the ran spots Spit at the statue with cash and throw dough at it Fuck bitches raw, why cuz I'm a pro at it Big birds danglin, cameras snatch, flash and pop from every angle and 2000 Mark Damon'in [Hook: Method Man] Clap ya hands now, Clap, Clap ya hands now, Clap, Clap Clap, Clap ya hands now, Clap, Clap, Clap ya hands now People Clap ya hands [Method Man] I drink till I'm drunk, smoke skunk with my stinkin ass, smell the funk Eekin out the pours, cum stain, shitty drawers Pissin down ya elevators shaft, no class, writin graf' on ya walls It be us, fuck ya law, niggas my cause is because No yin to my yang, it's a black thing Used to be in chains, now we snatch chains Took the crack game applied it to the rap game, y'all Pop quiz, now, what artist hits the hardest Ya down with the syndrome: retarded I think it was them swordsmen, place them chess pieces on the boards and Take it to square, this ain't no Yakool affair Or a New World Disorder, got us, fuckin the coal miner's daughter That y'all, but not us [Chorus] [Outro: kung fu sample] During this time, I intend to teach you the Shaolin poem The rules and commandments, that void, deceit Cruelty and unkindness, always help the weak Never despise the poor, always respect yourself

Until The Nipples Gone

ATMOSPHERE "To All My Friends, Blood Makes The Blade Holy - The Atmosphere EP's"
[Slug] Ninety-nine bottles of ink on the wall Stare at the stars, blink and they fall Stand tall and shrink, small Maybe they all fell asleep at the mall Y'all not clear what to call a career Stop the bus, I'm hopping off here Get down, snuck and got near Just to watch you drown in them crocodile tears Dressed up all black with a clown mask Shred the system, sound clash Fall back when my feet touch ground Hit the Heathrow tarmac like where the pound at? Self-service, getting it to go A lot of work for a little bit of dough Wipe the dirt out the window of the soul Fish with my pole from the middle of the snow Still running, bound to build something Even though we all surrounding by hills crumbling Lil young'n, we kill assumption Come hit us up, you wanna feel the function? We proof of what you could do if you would have took the lead to speak truth You look cute little sheep in a wolf suit Lost on a rook move, shoot that sense of direction, misconception Get your check and then skip the lesson Get paranoid and collect protection Get destroyed by the boy just stepped in Ain't nobody gon' stay when the stack cracks Nowadays they ain't tryna save a rat's ass Hit the gas and mash past the trash I wouldn't want it any other way and that's that On this tit till it's going flat When I'm gone you can taste my frozen tracks My crew stay deep and we don't relax Ain't going to sleep, too old for naps They say go to hell if you're tryna fold some cash Well ring the bell, there ain't no more class Pot or smack, but don't know the facts Spot is packed, who owns the map? I'm not convinced, y'all overact You're on the bench tryna choke the bat I headline shows that they hoping that I get mine, they can go cloak and dag' You had the chance to hold me back I still advance, fade slow to black Y'all are just ants till it all collapse Put both your hands up and throw me claps, c'mon Clap, clap, clap, everybody clap Clap, clap, clap your hands to what he's doing We get 'em jumping around like a swarm of crickets and that's ordinary normal business And you trying to ignore the visit But your girl's online bout to score some tickets I was born a crumb, I'm a poor decision I'll die a crumb, I'm sure it's written But first I'ma smash over ornaments and then bounce 'fore they announce the court's opinion We all rapper rappers We all wanna capture stature like any of it matters Ass backwards and a lack of words Only thing that you're killing me with is laughter They used to cap and call me a backpacker But they was mad I had my mack mastered Went up the ladder and I seen the ants So now I treat each track like it's the last chapter Can't take it for granted, cause when it's done I gotta subject my breath to the shit I've run Gotta respect the mess I'm sitting on So let's get it on until the nipple's gone

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