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Отправлено: 02.10.06 15:55. Заголовок: MP3 рингтоны Эвера
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Отправлено: 02.10.06 16:21. Заголовок: Re:
жыр! приду домой скачаю
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Отправлено: 02.10.06 16:46. Заголовок: Re:
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Отправлено: 02.10.06 17:08. Заголовок: Re:
Бигги, дружище, нет слов! Уже слушаю первую песенку, отлично! Спасибо))))) А с какого она альбома? что-то я не встречала... остальное у меня есть))) все равно спасибо))) во, блин, перепутала файлы...теперь точно её короткую версию услышала...бывает....  кстати, а нет ли на песенку слов с переводом? уж больно нравится)) знаю, что среди вас умельцы водятся  а вот и: Limp Bizkit (Feat. Everlast) - Faith-Fame (Fred Durst & Josh Abraham Remix)-видео////// прямая ссылка |
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Отправлено: 02.10.06 23:02. Заголовок: Re:
А, ты просто треки нарезал... у меня просто мп3 на звонок не станет. тем более, на рингтон лучше ставить инструменталки. у меня есть парочку, завтра повешу
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Отправлено: 02.10.06 23:21. Заголовок: Re:
marie пишет: | цитата: | | кстати, а нет ли на песенку слов с переводом? уж больно нравится)) знаю, что среди вас умельцы водятся |
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о какой пестне речь? я могу зафигачить на заказ))) |
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Отправлено: 03.10.06 07:28. Заголовок: Re:
Будда, на эту вот: Everlast, Mobb Deep _ Shook Ones Part II
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Отправлено: 03.10.06 12:37. Заголовок: Re:
это очень старая песня. Ее кто только не исполнял из рэпперов)))
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Отправлено: 03.10.06 13:57. Заголовок: Re:
значит пора вводить в русский язык выражение "голосовая харизма"  |
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Отправлено: 03.10.06 18:11. Заголовок: Re:
Cделаю, не вопрос. приду домой, поколупаю
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Отправлено: 03.10.06 18:55. Заголовок: Re:
жду!!!  |
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Отправлено: 03.10.06 21:56. Заголовок: Re:
Блин, там под конец очень хреновый текст идет, явно неточно записано, ктото может нарыть настоящие слова?
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Отправлено: 04.10.06 07:37. Заголовок: Re:
У меня есть практически все его песни на английском, расписанные по куплетам и припевам, но этой нет...
Будда, а ты с готового текста переводишь или слушаешь? может под конец послушать...у меня такое впечатление, что в конце там просто повтор идёт.
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Отправлено: 04.10.06 08:32. Заголовок: Re:
Note: during the whole song you can hear talkings in the background
(intro)
Word up son, word
Yeah, to all the killers and a hundred dollar billas
(yo I got the phone thing, knowmsayin, keep your eyes open)
For real niggas who aint got no feelings
(keep your eyes open)
(no doubt, no doubt son, I got this, I got this)
(just watch my back, I got this first, yo)
Check it out now
(word up, say it to them niggas, check this out its a murda)
[prodigy]
I got you stuck off the realness, we be the infamous
You heard of us
Official queensbridge murderers
The mobb comes equipped with warfare, beware
Of my crime family who got nuff shots to share
For all of those who wanna profile and pose
Rock you in your face, stab your brain wit your nosebone
You all alone in these streets, cousin
Every man for theirself in this land we be gunnin
And keep them shook crews runnin
Like they supposed to
They come around but they never come close to
I can see it inside your face
Youre in the wrong place
Cowards like you just get theyre whole body laced up
With bullet holes and such
Speak the wrong words man and you will get touched
You can put your whole army against my team and
I guarantee you itll be your very last time breathin
Your simple words just dont move me
Youre minor, were major
You all up in the game and dont deserve to be a player
Dont make me have to call your name out
Your crew is featherweight
My gunshotsll make you levitate
Im only nineteen but my mind is old
And when the things get for real my warm heart turns cold
Another nigga deceased, another story gets told
It aint nothin really
Hey, yo dun spark the phillie
So I can get my mind off these yellowbacked niggas
Why they still alive I dont know, go figure
Meanwhile back in queens the realness is foundation
If I die I couldnt choose a better location
When the slugs penetrate you feel a burning sensation
Getting closer to God in a tight situation
Now, take these words home and think it through
Or the next rhyme I write might be about you
Chorus:
Son, they shook...
cause aint no such things as halfway crooks
Scared to death, scared to look
They shook
cause aint no such things as halfway crooks
Scared to death, scared to look
Livin the live that of diamonds and guns
Theres numerous ways you can choose to earn funds...earn funds
Some of em get shot, locked down and turn nuns
Cowardly hearts end straight up shook ones...shook ones
He aint a crook son, hes just a shook one...shook one
[havoc]
For every rhyme I write, its 25 to life
Yo, its a must the gats we trust safeguardin my life
Aint no time for hesitation
That only leads to incarceration
You dont know me, theres no relation
Queensbridge niggas dont play
I dont got time for your petty thinking mind
Son, Im bigga than those claimin that you pack heat
But youre scared to hold
And when the smoke clears youll be left with one in your dome
13 years in the projects, my mentality is what, kid
You talk a good one but you dont want it
Sometimes I wonder do I deserve to live
Or am I going to burn in hell for all the things I did
No time to dwell on that cause my brain reacts
Front if you want kid, lay on your back
I dont fake that kid
Stay in a childs place, kid you out o line
Criminal minds thirsty for recognition
Im sippin e&j, got my mind flippin
Im buggin think Im how bizar to hold my hustlin
Get that loot kid, you know my function
Cause long as Im alive ima live illegal
And once I get on ima put on, on my people
React mix to lyrics like macs I hit your dome up
When I roll up, dont be caught sleepin
Cause Im creepin
Chorus:
Son, they shook...
cause aint no such things as halfway crooks
Scared to death and scared to look
(hes just a shook one)
They shook...
cause aint no such things as halfway crooks
Scared to death and scared to look
(we live the live that of diamonds)
They shook...
cause aint no such things as halfway crooks
Scared to death and scared to look
They shook...
cause aint no such things as halfway crooks, crooks..
Livin the live that of diamonds and guns
Theres numerous ways you can choose to earn funds...earn funds
But some of em get shot, locked down and turn nuns
Cowardly hearts end straight up shook ones...shook ones
He aint a crook son, hes just a shook one...shook one
Yeah, yeah, yeah
To all the villains and a hundred dollar billas
To real brothers who aint got no dealings
G-yeah, the whole bridge, queens get the money
41st side (hes just a shook one)
Keepin it real (you know)
Queens get the money...
(talk fades out)
А я втарил W810 и мне по $#@ на рингтоны. Там mp3 плеер - 512мб паямти. Любую тему в mp3 заливаешь с диска (там софт идёт специальный с телефоном - напрямую с CD переводит в mp3 песни и сразу заливает на рубу). И любая тема тебе будет рингтоном. Хе-хе
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Отправлено: 04.10.06 09:19. Заголовок: Re:
ничего себе! Тихо курю в сторонке.....  |
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Отправлено: 04.10.06 16:54. Заголовок: Re:
Rash, это текст оригинального трека в исполнении Mobb Deep, тут тест немного другой, как раз та часть, которую сложно перевести, отличается в версии с Евом((
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Отправлено: 04.10.06 17:34. Заголовок: Re:
Будда, у тебя этот?
Artist: Everlast
Album: Loud Rocks (Compilation)
Song: Shook Ones Pt. II *
Typed by: bi_polar36@hotmail.com
* cover version of Mobb Deep's song; send corrections to the typist
[Everlast]
To all the killers and a hundred dollar billas
for real dealers who ain't got no feelings
check it out now
I got you stuck off the realness, we be the infamous
you heard of us
official White folks murderers
My mobb comes equipped with warfare, beware
of my crime family who got nuff shots to share
for all of those who wanna profile and pose
rock you in your face, stab your brain with your nosebone
you all alone in these streets, cousin
every man for their self in this land we be gunnin'
and keep them shook crews runnin'
like they supposed to
they come around but they never come close to
I can see it inside your face
you're in the wrong place
cowards like you just get they're whole body laced up
with bullet holes and such
speak the wrong words man and you will get touched
you can put your whole army against my team and
I guarantee you it'll be your very last time breathin'
your simple words just don't move me
you're minor, we're major
you all up in the game and don't deserve to be a player
don't make me have to call your name out
your crew is featherweight
my gunshots'll make you levitate
I'm only nineteen but my mind is old
and when the things get for real my warm heart turns cold
another figga deceased, another story gets told
it ain't nothin' really
hey, yo dun spark the Phillie
so I can get my mind off these yellowbacked niggas
why they still alive I don't know, go figure
meanwhile back in L.A the foundation
if I die I couldn't choose a better location
when the slugs penetrate you feel a burning sensation
getting closer to God in a tight situation
now, take these words home and think it through
or the next rhyme I write might be about you
Chorus:
Son, they shook...
There ain't no such things as halfway crooks
scared to death, scared to look
they shook
There ain't no such things as halfway crooks
scared to death, scared to look
livin' the live with the diamonds and guns
there's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds
some of 'em get shot, locked down and turn nuns
cowardly hearts end straight up shook ones
you ain't a crook son, you just a shook one
There's a war going on outside
no man is safe from
you can run but you can't hide forever
In these streets that we done took
you walking with your head down scared to look
you shook cause there anit no such thing as half way crooks
there never around when the beef cooks
and my part of town is similar to Vietum
now we all grown up and hold heavy on the cops control
you better have the right gear get ready
tryin back me and get rock steady
by the mac one double I'll touch you
leave you with not much to go home with
my skin is thick
cause I be up in the mix of action
If I'm not at home puffin lie relaxin
I lay got a nigga depress
so I wear a stuff (?) underneath my gest
In the life filled with diamonds and guns
there's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds
But some get shot,lock-down,and turn nuns
cowardly hearts say straight up shook ones
You shook
there ain't no things as half way crooks
( you ani't a crook son)
You sarced to death you scared to look you shook
(you just a shook one)
there ain't no things as half way crooks
(you ani't a crook son)
You scared to death you sacred to look you shook
(you just a shook one)
There ain't no such things as half way crooks
You scared to death you scared to look you shook
there ain't no such things as half way crooks
you scared to death you scared to look you shook
you ain't a crook son
you just a shook one
you ani't a crook son
You just a shook one
just a shook one
you ain't a crook son
you just a shook one
just a shook one
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Отправлено: 04.10.06 20:49. Заголовок: Re:
Biggie, вот это то, шо нада! у меня был мрак полный. ща доделаю...
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Отправлено: 20.02.07 14:51. Заголовок: Re:
Будда, ты вроде обещал закинуть пару интсрументалок Эвера для рингтона сюда)))
ждемсс...))
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