Новая игра. Нада угадывать исполнителя по нескольким строчкам из песни. Особых правил нет, привязки к определенному стилю тоже. Новая загадка появляется только после того, как предыдущая была отгадана. Вперед! Для начала простенькая:
…I felt all flushed with fever, embarassed by the crowd I felt he'd found my letters and read each one out loud I prayed that he would finish, but he just kept right on…
I heard he sang a good song, I heard he had a style And so I came to see him, to listen for a while And there he was, this young boy, a stranger to my eyes
тьфу ты))) это ж проще пареной репы))) ну слухайте припев:
Strumming my pain with his fingers Singing my life with his words Killing me softly with his song Killing me softly with his song Telling my whole life with his words Killing me softly with his song
начами в поисках веры... в небе... в открытое окно сочилось время... тихо они заберут и тебя, не ты ли мне желаал зла! я привыкаю к боли, не много, к непониманию к этим повадкам... строгим.....
я не успел угадать первую... по первым строчкам же видно, что FUGEES... Joli%)... по воле случая сейча именно это и слушаю... Ассаи - Отец... ёпт... ... бля ща как загадаю... хрен отгадаете...
All right stop, Collaborate and listen Ice is back with my brand new invention Something grabs a hold of me tightly Then I flow like a harpoon daily and nightly Will it ever stop Yo - I don't know Turn off the lights and I'll glow To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle.
(IMG:http://southrap.ru/forum/style_emoticons/default/smile.gif) я слежу за этим человеком... много лет подряд... слушаю... что говорят о нём... где видеть не хотят)))) кто ему, как брат... кто змея пригретая на шее!! от чего он хмурится... от чего храбреет)))
я слежу за этим человеком... много лет подряд... слушаю... что говорят о нём... где видеть не хотят)))) кто ему, как брат... кто змея пригретая на шее!! от чего он хмурится... от чего храбреет)))
я слежу за этим человеком... много лет подряд... слушаю... что говорят о нём... где видеть не хотят)))) кто ему, как брат... кто змея пригретая на шее!! от чего он хмурится... от чего храбреет)))
We're professional punkers we come from the suburbs After 15 years we're still having fun Now we're over 30 not looking so pretty at least we got a beat up accordian That's Erik our drummer his fathers a plumber He drank enough booze to get rhode island drunk Now he's straight but smelly he's got one big belly From living the good life provided by punk
- Вот вам легкое задание (одна из любимых моих песен)
Well she's got a hotty body, but her attitude is potty When I met her at a party she was hardly acting naughty I said "Would you call me?"She said "Pardon me, are you ballin'?" I said "Darling, you sound like a prostitute pursing" Oh so you're one them freaks, get geeked at the sight of ATM receipts But game been peeped, dropping names she's weakTrickin' off this bitch is lost Must take me for a geek a quick way to eat A neat place sleep, a rent-a-car for a week, a trick for a treat Now go on the raw sex, my AIDS test is flawless Regardless, we don't want to get involved with no lawyers And judges just to hold grudges in a courtroom I wanna see ya support bra not support you!Better come back down to Mars Girl, quit chasin' carsWhat happens when the dough get so low Bitch, you ain't that fineNo way.. no way.. no way
- Вот вам легкое задание (одна из любимых моих песен)
Well she's got a hotty body, but her attitude is potty When I met her at a party she was hardly acting naughty I said "Would you call me?"She said "Pardon me, are you ballin'?" I said "Darling, you sound like a prostitute pursing" Oh so you're one them freaks, get geeked at the sight of ATM receipts But game been peeped, dropping names she's weakTrickin' off this bitch is lost Must take me for a geek a quick way to eat A neat place sleep, a rent-a-car for a week, a trick for a treat Now go on the raw sex, my AIDS test is flawless Regardless, we don't want to get involved with no lawyers And judges just to hold grudges in a courtroom I wanna see ya support bra not support you!Better come back down to Mars Girl, quit chasin' carsWhat happens when the dough get so low Bitch, you ain't that fineNo way.. no way.. no way
I know I'm dope but don't wet that I've suffered setbacks but now I'm makin greenbacks Just like baggy slacks I'm crazy hip-hop Check one two and you don't stop Your head'll bop when I drop my crop of pure bomb, just like the seashore I'm calm But wild, with my monotone style Because I don't need gimmicks Gimme a fly beat and I'm all in it Word is bond I go on and on For you it's tragic I got magic like wands So I'ma end this lecture and I betcha Those who kick dirt and do time I'm gonna get cha Cause I be kickin the real While they be losin the race tryin to chase mass appeal
I know I'm dope but don't wet that I've suffered setbacks but now I'm makin greenbacks Just like baggy slacks I'm crazy hip-hop Check one two and you don't stop Your head'll bop when I drop my crop of pure bomb, just like the seashore I'm calm But wild, with my monotone style Because I don't need gimmicks Gimme a fly beat and I'm all in it Word is bond I go on and on For you it's tragic I got magic like wands So I'ma end this lecture and I betcha Those who kick dirt and do time I'm gonna get cha Cause I be kickin the real While they be losin the race tryin to chase mass appeal
At night I can't sleep, I toss and turn Candle sticks in the dark, visions of bodies bein burned Four walls just starin at a nigga I'm paranoid, sleepin with my finger on the trigger My mother's always stressin I ain't livin right But I ain't going out without a fight See, everytime my eyes close I start sweatin, and blood starts comin out my nose It's somebody watchin the Ak' But I don't know who it is, so I'm watchin my back I can see him when I'm deep in the covers When I awake I don't see the motherfucker He owns a black hat like I own A black suit and a cane like my own Some might say, "Take a chill, B" But fuck that shit! There's a nigga trying to kill me I'm poppin in the clip when the wind blows Every twenty seconds got me peepin out my window Investigatin the joint for traps Checkin my telephone for taps I'm starin at the woman on the corner It's fucked up when your mind is playin tricks on ya
I seen some cold nights and bloody days They grab and me bullets spray They use me wrong so I sing this song 'til this day My body is cold steel for real I was made to kill, that's why they keep me concealed Under car seats they sneak me in clubs Been in the hands of mad thugs They feed me when they load me with mad slugs Seventeen precisely, one in my head They call me Desert Eagle, semi-auto with lead I'm seven inches four pounds, been through so many towns Ohio to Little Rock to Canarsie, livin harshly Beat up and battered, they pull me out I watch as niggaz scattered, makin me kill But what I feel it never mattered When I'm empty I'm quiet, findin myself fiendin to be fired A broken safety, niggaz place me in shelves under beds, so I beg for my next owner to be a thoroughbred Keep me full up with hollow heads
02.11.2005, 18:39
