Archives de l’auteur : zmaped

a tua pequena dorquase nem sequer te dóié só um ligeiro ardorque não mata mas que móié uma dor pequeninaquase como se não fossee como uma tangerinatem um sumo agridocede onde vem essa dorse a causa não se vêse não é por desamorentão é uma dor de quê?não exponhas essa doré preciosa é só tuanãoLire la suite « A Tua Pequena Dor – Cabeças No Ar – letras »

[E-40]Tryin to make it..It’s been a long roadSic-Wid-It Records[Master P & E-40]UNNNNNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH! (C’mon, ooh)Y’all feel that? (I feel it playboy, I smell you)It’s real out here 40 (It’s real Pee!)[E-40]I’m out here in the slums where thugs be usin, ghetto tacticslike, choppin up candy canessittin on top of a dried up JCPenney day mattressWhatever itLire la suite « Back Against the Wall – E-40 – letras »

i am a real man, i don’t understand that i have a mind of my own, i don’t need to be this macho clone, i’ve never cried in my life, i get home from work and beat up my wife, i keep my feelings inside, cuz i was told to by society.

You and me brother, in his handsHe’s got a you and me sister, in his handsHe’s got you and me brother, in his handsHe’s got the whole world in his hands(aaww, aww)This world is not what you think it isThis world is not what you think it is(Aaw aw)This world is not what you thinkLire la suite « Fingerprint – B.o.B – letras »

Sou o vosso professorE sei de um baile de galaQue se dá todas as noitesNas estantes da tua salaOlha Ulisses o ArgonautaA dançar com o mar à proaAquele é o senhor FernandoA dançar com a sua PessoaOlha o mestre Gil VicenteEntre a raínha e o boboE aquele à frente é o AleixoÉ o poeta doLire la suite « Baile da Biblioteca – Cabeças No Ar – letras »

sometimes i sit around and make up problems in my mind, ’bout nothing in particular but then i watch t.v. but i am not really watching instead i’m thinking about her. [chorus] paranoid thought go swimming through my head and i’m thinking about you red and i don’t understand why i feel so confused. sometimesLire la suite « Red – d.b.s. – letras »

I’m in my Fubu drawers, she in her gownIs it some cats tryin’a have at me or is it the canine and the batteramPlannin’ on splittin’ my crown but it ain’t gone be too simpleSee I’m a baller, I’ve got bars around the windows, Rottweilers, pits, AkitasDoberman Pinchers taped up in the yard With aLire la suite « Ballaholic – E-40 – letras »

Stop running in the halls! Stop! Slow down, sir! Slow down, sir! Stop running in the halls, sir! Anthony get to class! You’re never going to become a college student at that rate!Fuckin’ scienceFu-fuckin’ science, broLabcoat, check, goggles, checkNodules, checkFu-fu-fu-fu-fuckin’ science, broHi-yah lads! Welcome to science classBob quit writin’ raps in your log sheet, nobody’sLire la suite « Fkn’ Science Bro – B.o.B – letras »

É hora de acordar, chama o despertadorToda a casa me chama, o que dava por ficarMais meia hora na cama, mas é hora de acordarÉ hora de acordar…É hora de abalar, seis quilos pesa a sacolaÉ o peso da instrução, chego tarde às horas da escolaSaio de lá cidadão, é hora de abalarÉ hora deLire la suite « Hora de Acordar – Cabeças No Ar – letras »

What’s the point in your scavenger hunt?Don’t you think that some things should be left unfound?What’s the point to this scavenger hunt?Spending every single second looking.And ironically his final words were, »I finally found the answer in front of my eyes, I guess I just looked for something more.I guess I tried to find something non-existentLire la suite « Scavenger Hunt – d.b.s. – letras »