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1 jour 1 chanson MC Lyte : Brooklyn

un peu de hiphop

MC LYTE « BROOKLYN » [OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO] – YouTube

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Brooklyn, Brooklyn
Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn
Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn

Oh, I got the intro along with the cash flow
Make all the bad boys seem like nymphos
Yeah, I’m hard, I get sexy like Veronica
A sexin’ instrument like the philharmonica

No, I ain’t tall but I’m small and I’m slender
Ask him who’s been in, shit is like tender
If he didn’t like it, return to sender
He didn’t do that, it’s too fat, he remembers

Never ever, have I ever said I was good lookin’
Just one bad ass bitch from Brooklyn
Not here to steal your loot, your coat, your rocks
Makin’ niggas drop whenever we hit the block

They hear Brooklyn, and we up to no good
Well, here we come, so there goes your neighborhood
Timbos scuffed up, sess bein’ puffed up
Mess with the wrong one, kid, you get ruffed up

Peace to my people in
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)
Peace to my people in
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)

Peace to my people in
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)
Peace to my people in
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)

Peace to my people in
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)
Peace to my people in
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)

Peace to my people in
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)
Peace to my people in
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)

I got the rhythm that’ll rip up shows, blow down foes
They kill at will to get a taste of my flow
Vocally I rock, locally and worldwide
Those that got bad wish they woulda never tried

‘Cause when you come from where I come from
You gotta be tough
‘Cause niggas’ll call your bluff quick enough
‘Cause if your hood is like my hood, you gotta think quick
Shit stink, niggas are slick, have you turnin’ tricks

I gotta give it up to Mr. Cool J
For givin’ up the props to the girls around the way
It ain’t safe after dark to throw a jam in the park
If you wanna get naughty, bring your forty to the arc

‘Cause we get down when it comes to a jam
Just watch your back pocket, keep a eye on the man
If your town is like my town, you don’t wanna mess around
Wind up gettin’ bagged up, beat down

Peace to my people in
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)
Peace to my people in
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)

Peace to my people in
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)
Peace to my people in
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)

Peace to my people in
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)
Peace to my people in
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)

Peace to my people in
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)
Peace to my people in
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)

Everywhere that I step they know my rep
‘Cause I’m sayin’ and doin’ ill shit they won’t forget
Breakin’ down doors, although I never break laws
Come to a town that’s yours and I be rippin’ the whole tour

Comin’ hard for your section, slow up
Live in the flesh and about to blow up
So yo, come down, and then get the fuck up
Looks are hooked, you lucked up, you’re booked

You gotta be hard ’cause I ain’t with softies
Hit, then you miss, gotta get offa this
So come with your game ’cause you can’t be lame
As soon as you walk, I’m forgettin’ your name

As long as you know all that enter are equal
Straight from the Lyte I send peace to my people
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn)

Peace to my people in
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)
Peace to my people in
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn)

Peace to my people in the East Coast
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)
Peace to my people on the West
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)

Peace to the people up North
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)
Peace to the people down South
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)

Peace to the people in Brooklyn
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)
Peace to the people in the Bronx
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)

Peace to my people in Compton
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)
Peace to my people goin’ uptown
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)

Peace to my people in Detroit
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)
Peace to my people in Houston
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)

Peace to my people in Philly
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)
Peace to my people in Boston
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)

Peace to my people in Jersey
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)
Peace to my people in Georgia
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)

Peace to my people in Philly
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)
Peace to my people in Richmond
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)

Peace to my people in Cali
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)
Peace to my people in Queens
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)

Peace to my people goin’ uptown
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)
Peace to my people in the islands
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)

Peace to my people on the beach
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)
Peace to my people in Miami
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)

Peace to my people
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)
I send peace to my people
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn
Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn
Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn
Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)

Auteurs-compositeurs : Moorer Lana Michele, Spice Jah Mikal, Stacy Jerrod, Joseph Bobby B
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Données de : Musixmatch

1 jour 1 chanson John Mayer : City love

un peu de guitare pour parler de New York

City Love (Live) by John Mayer (Crossroads Guitar Festival) – YouTube

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Paroles

I never liked this apple much
It always seemed too big to touch
I can’t remember how I found
My way before she came around

I tell everyone
I smile just because
I’ve got a city love
I found it in Lydia
And I can’t remember life before her name

She keeps a toothbrush at my place
As if I had the extra space
She steals my clothes to wear to work
I know her hairs are on my shirts

I tell everyone
I smile just because
I’ve got a city love
I found it in Lydia

And I can’t remember life before
The day
She called up and came to me
Covered in rain
And dinner time shadowing
And as her clothes spun, we spooned
And I knew I was through
When I said « I love you »

Friday evening, we’ve been drinking
2 AM, I swear I might propose

But we close the tab
Split a cab
And call each other up when we get home
Falling asleep to the sound
Of sirens

I’ve got a city love

I found it in Lydia

From the battery
To the gallery
It’s the kind of thing you only see
In scented, glossy magazines

And I can’t remember life before her name

Auteurs-compositeurs : John Clayton Mayer
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Données de : Musixmatch

1 jour 1 chanson Matchbox : Twenty bright lights

Matchbox Twenty – Bright Lights (Official Video) – YouTube

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She got out of town
On a railway, New York bound
Took all except my name
Another alien on Broadway
Some things in this world you just can’t change
Some things you can’t see until it gets too late

Baby, baby, baby
When all your love is gone
Who will save me
From all I’m up against out in this world

Maybe, maybe, maybe
You’ll find something that’s enough to keep you
But if the bright lights don’t receive you
You should turn yourself around and come on home

I got a hole in me now
I got a scar I can talk about
She keeps a picture of me
In her apartment in the city
Some things in this world, man, they don’t make sense
Some things you don’t need until they leave you
They’re the things that you miss, you say

Baby, baby, baby
When all your love is gone
Who will save me
From all I’m up against out in this world

Maybe, maybe, maybe
You’ll find something that’s enough to keep you
But if the bright lights don’t receive you
You should turn yourself around and come on home

Let that city take you in (Come on home)
Let that city spit you out (Come on home)
Let that city take you down, yeah

For God’s sake, turn around

Baby, baby, baby
When all your love is gone
Who will save me
From all I’m up against out in this world

Maybe, maybe, maybe
You’ll find something that’s enough to keep you
But if the bright lights don’t receive you
Turn yourself around and come on home

Yeah, come on home
Maybe, maybe, baby, baby
Come on home
Yeah, come on home
Yeah, come on home
Yeah, come on home

Auteurs-compositeurs : Rob Thomas
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Données de : Musixmatch

1 jour 1 chanson Masta Ace : Brooklyn battles

Retour à New York en rappant

Masta Ace – Brooklyn Battles – YouTube

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Intro]
Mmm… Ouais, ça a l’air un peu malade… mot… oui… Master Ace en
studio avec mon homme Marley Marl, vous savez… J’ai DJ Clash dans la
maison… et mon DJ, Steady Pace sur la coupe, non? [Doin’ le reste]
C’est vrai, alors je suis sur le point d’entrer dans quelque chose de mince ici …

[Verset 1]
Je suis Maître Ace, d’un endroit
Ou devrais-je
dire arrondissement
Où ils aiment que la basse soit complète
Avec le coup de pied d’une mule
Et le clic d’un outil sans balles Dans le clip, c’est le truc d’un imbécile
Cuz celui qui fait face se fait émousser vous ne pouvez pas fumer
Tirer de telles cascades n’est pas une blague
Vous feriez mieux de savoir où vous êtes en premier
Essayez d’être impoli et de vous faire mâcher comme un Starburst

Maintenant, combien de jus avez-vous eu?
Vous ne pourriez pas accrocher si je faisais un nœud coulant et un nœud
Maintenant essayez ça pour la taille
Trop de baseball, trop de tartes aux pommes
Cliquez sur vos talons trois fois, enfant
Et maintenant vous pouvez voir ce que mes rimes ont fait
Les ventouses et les nerds viennent dans les troupeaux comme le bétail
D’abord je les marque, puis je leur donne un hochet
Pour qu’ils puissent faire un peu de bruit en signe de protestation
Ceux qui se sont agités ont eu le buste wearin’ no vest
J’ai dit à MC d’aller à l’Ouest
Voyons qui peut faire un spectacle le mieux
Le rampant qui a essayé de dormir n’a pas eu de repos
J’ai eu un rap que peut piéger un ravageur
lent Où est votre fille? Elle est en quête
de ho Bouts d’ongles, lèvres rouges, promenade estivale habillée
Dans une camisole elle est une pro bénie
Avec un grand dos mais pas de seins
Bienvenue au foyer
Je connais des enfants qui auraient aimé que vous portiez un flyer merde
Cuz dès que vous êtes descendu du train
Ils auraient mis un gros neuf à votre cerveau
Soyez à l’affût, et yo, continuez à regarder ‘
Cuz il y a une bataille à Brooklyn
[Verset 2]
Tout comme l’eau dans une rivière coule, je suis fluide
Et pendant que je le fais, je donne des coups Alors
MC, vous feriez mieux de garder votre gauche en l’air
Essayez de vous battre et vous pourriez juste obtenir F’d up
Cuz Je vais terminer, comme vous apprenez une grande leçon
N’essayez jamais messin’ ou vous gagnerez un destin
Pire que la mort cuz Je suis ici pour donnez-le à vous
Vous avez une vie, mais vous ne savez pas comment la vivre, n’est-ce pas?
Je vis au jour le jour
Doin’ mes émissions dans toutes sortes d’endroits
Tu t’assois à la maison avec un gril
froncé les sourcils Talkin’ ’bout qui tu vas tuer
Eh bien écoutez le psychopathe
Posez l’Uzi, arrête d’essayer’ de jouer Shaft
Cuz la vie n’est pas un écran
de télévision Les balles peuvent percer la peau, rompre la rate
Et les choses qui coulent dans tes veines n’ont pas de ketchup
Asseyez-vous, Détendez-vous pendant que je dessine
La scène dans une rue de Brooklyn tard dans la nuit
C’était un grand combat pour moi
J’étais juste un spectateur
innocent Laissez-moi essayer et, euh, expliquez pourquoi je donnerais à un
frère un gros bâton
Eh bien c’était ça, ou se faire botter
le cul noir
Voir, c’était cinq contre un
Mais ce frère était trop fier de courir
Alors il s’est tenu comme un soldat Fightin’ contre vents et marées contre un groupe de
Frères qui ressemblait à lui, ami
C’était une bataille à Brooklyn

Vous avez le scoop intérieur sur cette chanson?Inscrivez-vous et laissez tomber quelques connaissancesDémarrer la bio de la chansonPosez-nous une question sur cette chansonPoser une question *Jetez un coup d’œil autour de vous (1990)Masta Ace

  1. 1.Music Man
  2. 2.I Got Ta
  3. 3.Letter to the Better
  4. 4.Me & the Biz
  5. 5.The Other Side of Town
  6. 6.Ace Iz Wild
  7. 7.Four Minus Three
  8. 8.Can’t Stop the Bumrush
  9. 9.Movin’ On
  10. 10.Brooklyn Battles
  11. 11.Maybe Next Time
  12. 12.Postin’ High
  13. 13.As I Reminisce
  14. 14.Take A Look Around
  15. 15.Together

1 jour 1 chanson Ricky Martin : Livin la vida loca

On danse, on danse, on danse

Ricky Martin – Livin’ La Vida Loca – YouTube

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Paroles

She’s into superstitions
Black cats and voodoo dolls
I feel a premonition
That girl’s gonna make me fall

She’s into new sensations
New kicks in the candlelight
She’s got a new addiction
For every day and night

She’ll make you take your clothes off and go dancing in the rain
She’ll make you live her crazy life, but she’ll take away your pain
Like a bullet to your brain
Come on!

Upside, inside out
She’s livin’ la vida loca
She’ll push and pull you down
Livin’ la vida loca
Her lips are devil red
And her skin’s the color mocha
She will wear you out
Livin’ la vida loca
Come on!
Livin’ la vida loca
Come on!
She’s livin’ la vida loca

Woke up in New York City
In a funky cheap hotel
She took my heart, and she took my money
She must’ve slipped me a sleeping pill

She never drinks the water and
Makes you order French champagne
Once you’ve had a taste of her
You’ll never be the same
Yeah, she’ll make you go insane
Come on!

Upside, inside out
She’s livin’ la vida loca
She’ll push and pull you down
Livin’ la vida loca
Her lips are devil red
And her skin’s the color mocha
She will wear you out
Livin’ la vida loca
Come on!
Livin’ la vida loca
She’s livin’ la vida loca

She’ll make you take your clothes off and go dancing in the rain
She’ll make you live her crazy life, but she’ll take away your pain
Like a bullet to your brain
Come on!

Upside, inside out
She’s livin’ la vida loca
She’ll push and pull you down
Livin’ la vida loca
Her lips are devil red
And her skin’s the color mocha
She will wear you out
Livin’ la vida loca
Come on!

Upside, inside out
She’s livin’ la vida loca
She’ll push and pull you down
Livin’ la vida loca
Her lips are devil red
And her skin’s the color mocha
She will wear you out
Livin’ la vida loca
Come on!
Livin’ la vida loca
Come on!
She’s livin’ la vida loca

Come on!
Gotta la vida loca!
Gotta, gotta, gotta la vida loca!
Gotta, gotta, gotta la vi’…

Auteurs-compositeurs : Child Desmond, Rosa Robi
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Données de : Musixmatch