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''The sun goes down...I feel the light betray me''
uit Linkin Park - Papercut
''The sun goes down...I feel the light betray me''
uit Linkin Park - Papercut
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Someone like you - Adele 
Call it what you wanna call it... I'm a fuckin' alcoholic! 
(Xzibit - I'm an Alkaholik)
(Xzibit - I'm an Alkaholik)
I guess you'll have to die in your sleep 
Guru
Guru
The sun don't shine forever,
But as long it's here then we might as well shine together.
Better now than never
But as long it's here then we might as well shine together.
Better now than never
Die van sterio hearts!
Dash Berlin - Man on the run
kaleidoscopische oogsssss, kijk omhoog, me pupillen worden groot
SHM - Save the World
geen songtekst.. wel dezenG
SOAD!!!
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Gary Moore - Still Got The Blues
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Sied van Riel - Stealing time
Adele - Set fire to the rain
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Shania Twain - Forever and Always
(mn vaders liedje
)
(mn vaders liedje
) Mucky star elektrochemie
Max Grahama - So caught up
Sander van doorn - Love is Darkness
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geen 1 gelukkig
iets dat klinkt als toeter toeter toeter met romana op de scooter 
Axwell I found you
R.Kelly, I wish
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Tiesto - In the dark
Axwell - I found you
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" s there some discofans in here tonite?'
'Its beautiful.Its like liquid.Slides all over everything.Comes up in waves.Wave after wave after wave....I never told anybody.But this ship knew about it.It knows my fears.It knows my secrets.Gets inside your head.And it shows you.Look,if what Dr Weir tells us its true,this ship has been beyond the boundaries od our universe,of known scientific reality.'
'Its beautiful.Its like liquid.Slides all over everything.Comes up in waves.Wave after wave after wave....I never told anybody.But this ship knew about it.It knows my fears.It knows my secrets.Gets inside your head.And it shows you.Look,if what Dr Weir tells us its true,this ship has been beyond the boundaries od our universe,of known scientific reality.'
tiiime is on my sideeee, yes it isss
come as you are, as you were, as i want you to be
egt al een dag of 4
egt al een dag of 4
donateur
ahh Home. Let me come home
Home is wherever I'm with you.
Ahh Home. Let me go ho-oh-ome.
Home is wherever I'm with you.
Home is wherever I'm with you.
Ahh Home. Let me go ho-oh-ome.
Home is wherever I'm with you.
"the world ain't big enough for people,
friends come and leave you,
wise old men once told me,
he said you better put some eyes on your back,
cause they keep praying for your downfall,
the wise old men once told me,
he said,
watch your step,
watch your step,
watch your step now,
watch your step,
cause things around you ain't always what you see."
friends come and leave you,
wise old men once told me,
he said you better put some eyes on your back,
cause they keep praying for your downfall,
the wise old men once told me,
he said,
watch your step,
watch your step,
watch your step now,
watch your step,
cause things around you ain't always what you see."
Ik ben een teenager ik doe wat ik wil....
Van dat meisje dat t songfestival voor kiss gewonnen heeft... Ik pas op drie meiden, vandaar
Van dat meisje dat t songfestival voor kiss gewonnen heeft... Ik pas op drie meiden, vandaar
Knocking on heaven's door!!!!
Somebody that I used to know
gang starr - im the man 
Adele - Someone like you
Max Graham - So caught up
donateur
ain't got no motherfuckin friends
That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucker
(take money) WEESSSSSSTTTTIIIIIDE!!
Bad Boy killers
You know (you know) who the realest is niggaz
We bring it to you
(take money)
Verse One: Tupac
First off, fuck your bitch and the click you claim
WESTSIDE when we ride come equipped with game
You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife
We bust on Bad Boy niggas fuck for life
Plus Puffy tryna see me weak hearts I rip
Biggie Smallz and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some mark ass bitches
We keep on comin' while we runnin for ya jewels
steady gunnin, keep on bustin at them fools, you know the rules
Little Caeser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya
cut your young ass up, see you in pieces, now be deceased
Lil Kim, don't fuck around with real G's
Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off tha streetz, so fuck peace
I let them niggas know it's on for life
Don't let the West side ride the night (haha)
Bad Boys murdered on wax, and killed
Fuck wit' me and get ya caps peeled, you know, see...
Chorus:
Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac
Call the cops, when you see Tupac, uhh
Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish
Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace
nigga, we hit em' up...
Interlude: Tupac
Check this out, you muthafuckas know what time it is
I don't even know why I'm on this track
ya'll niggaz ain't even on my level
I'ma let my lil homies ride on you
bitch made-ass bad boy bitches, deal with it!!
Verse Two: Fatal
Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Biggie Smallz just got dropped
Little Moo, pass the Mac, and let me hit him in his back
Frank White need to get spanked right, for settin traps
little accident murderer, and I ain't never heard-a ya
Poiseless gats attack when I'm servin ya
spank the shank ya whole style when I gank
Guard your rank, cause I'ma slam ya ass in the pang
Puffy weaker than a fuckin block i'm running through nigga
and, I'll smoking junior mafia in front of you, nigga
With the ready power tuckin my Gats under my Eddie Bauer
ya clout, petty sour I push packages every hour
I hit em up
Chorus
Verse Three: Tupac
Peep to peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel
this aint no freestyle battle, all you niggaz gettin
killed with ya mouths open
tryin to come up offa me, you in the clouds hoping
smokin dope it's like a shermine
Niggaz think they learned to fly
But they burn muthafucka, you deserve to die
Talkin bout you gettin money but its funny to me
all you niggaz livin bummy why you fuckin with me
I'm a self-made millionaire
Thug Livin outta prison, pistols in the air,(hahaha)
Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch
and beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house,(ha)
Now its all about Versace, you copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it, and smiled
Now I'm bout to set the record straight, with my AK
I'm still the thug that you love to hate
Motherfucker, I hit em up
Verse Four: Kadafi
I'm from N-E-W Jerz., where plenty murders occurz
No point to come, we bringin drama to all you heardz
Local check the scenario, Little Caes'
I bring you fake G's to your knees
Coppin pleas to 'De Janeiro'
Lil Kim, is you coked up, or doped up?
Get ya lil Junior Whopper click smoked up, what the fuck
is you STUPID?!?! I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn
with my click lootin, shootin and pollutin ya block
with 15 shots cock glock to your knot
Outlaw mafia click movin up another notch
And your pop stars mopped and dropped
All your fake-ass east coast props brainstormed and locked
Verse Five: Edi
Youse a, beat biter, a Pac style taker
I'll tell it to ya face u aint shit but a faker
Softer than Aliz-A with a chaser
Bout to get murdered for the paper
E.D.I. Mean approach the scene of the caper
like a loc, with little ceaser in a choke hold
Totin smoke, we aint no muthafuckin joke
Thug Life, niggaz betta be knowin, we approchin
in the wide open, guns smokin
no need for hopin its a battle lost, I got across
Soon as the funk was bobbin off
Nigga I hit em up
Outro: Tupac ("take money" background riff")
Now you tell me who won
I see them, they run (haha)
They don't wanna see us
Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. click dressin up tryin ta be us
How the fuck they gonna be the mob when we always on our job
We millionaires, killin ain't fair but somebody gotta do it
Oh yeah, Mobb Deep, you wanna fuck with us?
You little young ass motherfuckers
Don't one of you niggaz got sickle cell or somethin?
You fuckin with me nigga you fuck around
and have a seizure or a heart-attack
You better back the fuck up, fore you get smacked the fuck up
Tha's how we do it on our side
Any of you niggaz from New York that wanna bring it, bring it
But we ain't singin, we bringin drama
Fuck you and your motherfuckin mama
We gonna kill all you motherfuckers
Now when I came out I told you it was just about Biggie
Then everybody had to open their mouth with a motherfucking opinion
Well this how we gonna do dis
Fuck Mobb Deep
Fuck Biggie
Fuck Bad Boy as a staff record, record label
and as a motherfuckin crew
And if you wanna be down with Bad Boy
Then fuck you too
Chino XL, fuck you too
All you motherfuckers, fuck you too
(take money)
(take money)
Alla y'all motherfuckers, fuck you die slow motherfucker
My 4-4 make sure all y'all kids don't grow
You motherfuckers can't be us or see us
We the motherfuckin Thug Life ridahs WEESSSSSSTSIIIIIDE till we die!
Out here in California Nigga we warn ya we'll bomb on you motherfuckers
We do our job
You think you mob, nigga we the motherfuckin mob
Ain't nuttin but killers and the real niggaz
All you motherfuckers feel us
Our shit's go triple and four-quadruple
(take money)
You niggaz laugh coz our staff got guns under their
motherfucking belts, you know how it is
When we drop records they felt
You niggaz can't feel it
We the realest, FUCK EM, we Bad Boy killaz! (we killin)
That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucker
(take money) WEESSSSSSTTTTIIIIIDE!!
Bad Boy killers
You know (you know) who the realest is niggaz
We bring it to you
(take money)
Verse One: Tupac
First off, fuck your bitch and the click you claim
WESTSIDE when we ride come equipped with game
You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife
We bust on Bad Boy niggas fuck for life
Plus Puffy tryna see me weak hearts I rip
Biggie Smallz and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some mark ass bitches
We keep on comin' while we runnin for ya jewels
steady gunnin, keep on bustin at them fools, you know the rules
Little Caeser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya
cut your young ass up, see you in pieces, now be deceased
Lil Kim, don't fuck around with real G's
Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off tha streetz, so fuck peace
I let them niggas know it's on for life
Don't let the West side ride the night (haha)
Bad Boys murdered on wax, and killed
Fuck wit' me and get ya caps peeled, you know, see...
Chorus:
Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac
Call the cops, when you see Tupac, uhh
Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish
Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace
nigga, we hit em' up...
Interlude: Tupac
Check this out, you muthafuckas know what time it is
I don't even know why I'm on this track
ya'll niggaz ain't even on my level
I'ma let my lil homies ride on you
bitch made-ass bad boy bitches, deal with it!!
Verse Two: Fatal
Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Biggie Smallz just got dropped
Little Moo, pass the Mac, and let me hit him in his back
Frank White need to get spanked right, for settin traps
little accident murderer, and I ain't never heard-a ya
Poiseless gats attack when I'm servin ya
spank the shank ya whole style when I gank
Guard your rank, cause I'ma slam ya ass in the pang
Puffy weaker than a fuckin block i'm running through nigga
and, I'll smoking junior mafia in front of you, nigga
With the ready power tuckin my Gats under my Eddie Bauer
ya clout, petty sour I push packages every hour
I hit em up
Chorus
Verse Three: Tupac
Peep to peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel
this aint no freestyle battle, all you niggaz gettin
killed with ya mouths open
tryin to come up offa me, you in the clouds hoping
smokin dope it's like a shermine
Niggaz think they learned to fly
But they burn muthafucka, you deserve to die
Talkin bout you gettin money but its funny to me
all you niggaz livin bummy why you fuckin with me
I'm a self-made millionaire
Thug Livin outta prison, pistols in the air,(hahaha)
Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch
and beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house,(ha)
Now its all about Versace, you copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it, and smiled
Now I'm bout to set the record straight, with my AK
I'm still the thug that you love to hate
Motherfucker, I hit em up
Verse Four: Kadafi
I'm from N-E-W Jerz., where plenty murders occurz
No point to come, we bringin drama to all you heardz
Local check the scenario, Little Caes'
I bring you fake G's to your knees
Coppin pleas to 'De Janeiro'
Lil Kim, is you coked up, or doped up?
Get ya lil Junior Whopper click smoked up, what the fuck
is you STUPID?!?! I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn
with my click lootin, shootin and pollutin ya block
with 15 shots cock glock to your knot
Outlaw mafia click movin up another notch
And your pop stars mopped and dropped
All your fake-ass east coast props brainstormed and locked
Verse Five: Edi
Youse a, beat biter, a Pac style taker
I'll tell it to ya face u aint shit but a faker
Softer than Aliz-A with a chaser
Bout to get murdered for the paper
E.D.I. Mean approach the scene of the caper
like a loc, with little ceaser in a choke hold
Totin smoke, we aint no muthafuckin joke
Thug Life, niggaz betta be knowin, we approchin
in the wide open, guns smokin
no need for hopin its a battle lost, I got across
Soon as the funk was bobbin off
Nigga I hit em up
Outro: Tupac ("take money" background riff")
Now you tell me who won
I see them, they run (haha)
They don't wanna see us
Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. click dressin up tryin ta be us
How the fuck they gonna be the mob when we always on our job
We millionaires, killin ain't fair but somebody gotta do it
Oh yeah, Mobb Deep, you wanna fuck with us?
You little young ass motherfuckers
Don't one of you niggaz got sickle cell or somethin?
You fuckin with me nigga you fuck around
and have a seizure or a heart-attack
You better back the fuck up, fore you get smacked the fuck up
Tha's how we do it on our side
Any of you niggaz from New York that wanna bring it, bring it
But we ain't singin, we bringin drama
Fuck you and your motherfuckin mama
We gonna kill all you motherfuckers
Now when I came out I told you it was just about Biggie
Then everybody had to open their mouth with a motherfucking opinion
Well this how we gonna do dis
Fuck Mobb Deep
Fuck Biggie
Fuck Bad Boy as a staff record, record label
and as a motherfuckin crew
And if you wanna be down with Bad Boy
Then fuck you too
Chino XL, fuck you too
All you motherfuckers, fuck you too
(take money)
(take money)
Alla y'all motherfuckers, fuck you die slow motherfucker
My 4-4 make sure all y'all kids don't grow
You motherfuckers can't be us or see us
We the motherfuckin Thug Life ridahs WEESSSSSSTSIIIIIDE till we die!
Out here in California Nigga we warn ya we'll bomb on you motherfuckers
We do our job
You think you mob, nigga we the motherfuckin mob
Ain't nuttin but killers and the real niggaz
All you motherfuckers feel us
Our shit's go triple and four-quadruple
(take money)
You niggaz laugh coz our staff got guns under their
motherfucking belts, you know how it is
When we drop records they felt
You niggaz can't feel it
We the realest, FUCK EM, we Bad Boy killaz! (we killin)
It girl!
titanium van sia en david geutta
i'm sexy and i know it & party rock anthem van LMFAO
Atreyu - lipgloss & black
BMTH - diamonds aren't forever
Atreyu - lipgloss & black
BMTH - diamonds aren't forever
(permanent verbannen)
Ik neem je meeheheheee....naar londen en parijs
R. Kelly-When a woman's fed up
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trapped in this worlddddddddddd.
White trash white trash
mc stein kosterman shit
donateur
Shake it out - florence and the machine