Strana muzika! Sta vi mislite?

Kipranka · Početnik Domaćeg.de

Obozavam stranu muziku, rock, pop...
Skoro nikada ni ne slusam domacu, narodnu, osim domaceg rocka, malo popa...

knknpnkn · * Đavolkova žena *

Naravno da slusam. Slusam sve zivo. Nisam ogranicena nikakvim glupim "pravilima". Otvorena sam za svaku vrstu muzike. Samo zavisi od raspolozenja, kada cu i sta da slusam! Wink

Sekazauvek · Početnik Domaćeg.de

Najbolja je srpska narodna muzika!! sve drugo nevalja.

.::pinki::. · Odomaćeni član

slusam, slusam...najvise r&b Smile

Cute Blondie · * Belphegor's bitch *

Slusam jako mnogo...Uglavnom black fazon...Hip Hop, R'n'B, soul

sad trenutno mi bas ide pesma od 2Pac-a jedna od omiljenih njegovih...Hit 'em up

"Hit 'Em Up"

[Tupac]

I ain't got no mutha fuckin friends
Thats why I fucked your bitch
You fat mutha-fucka {Take Money}
West Side
Bad Boy Killers {Take Money}
You know who the realist is
niggas we bring it to {Take Money}
(ha ha, that's alright)

First off, fuck your bitch
And the click you claim
West side when we ride
Come equipped with game
You claim to be a playa
But, I fucked your wife
We bust on Bad Boys
niggas fuck for Life
Plus Puffy tryin' to see me weak
Hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia
Some mark ass bitches
We keep on coming
While we running for yah jewels
Steady gunning
Keep on busting at them fools
You know the rules
Little Ceasar go ask you homie
How i'll leave yah
Cut your young ass up
See yah in pieces
Now be deceased
Little Kim,
Don't fuck around with real G's
Quick to snatch your ugly ass, off the streets
So fuck peace
I'll let them niggas know
It's on for Life
Don't let the west side
Ride the night (ha ha)
Bad Boys murdered on Wax and kill
fuck with me
And get your caps peeled
You know, See

[Chorus]

Grab your glocks when you see 2pac
Call the cops when you see 2pac, Uhh
Who shot me,
But, your punks didn't finish
Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
nigga, I hit 'em up

Check this out
You mutha-fuckas know what time it is
I don't know why I'm even on this track
Y'all niggas ain't even on my level
I'm going to let my little homies
Ride on yah
bitch made ass Bad Boys bitches
{ahh yo, yo, hold the fuck up}

Get out the way yo
Get out the way yo
Biggie Smalls just got dropped
Little move pa*s the mac
And let me hit 'em in his back
Frank White needs to get spanked right
For setting up traps
Little accident murderers
And I ain't never heard of yah
Poise less gats attack when I'm serving yah
Spank the shank
Your whole style when I gank
Guard your rank
Cause I'm a slam your ass in a pang
Puffy weaker than a fuckin' block
I'm running through nigga
And I'm smoking Junior Mafia
In front of yah nigga
With the ready power
Tucked in my Guess
Under my Eddie Bower
Your clout petty sour
I push packages ever hour
I hit 'em up

[Chorus]

Grab your glocks when you see 2pac
Call the cops when you see 2pac, Uhh
Who shot me,
But, your punks didn't finish
Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
nigga, We hit 'em up

Peep how we do it
Keep it real
Its penitentiary steel
This ain't no freestyle battle
All you niggas getting killed
With your mouths open
Tryin' to come up off of me
You and the clouds hoping
Smoking dope
It's like a Shermine
niggas think they learned to fly
But they burn mutha-fucka you deserve to die
Talking about you Getting Money
But its funny to me
All you niggas living bummy
While you fucking with me?
I'm a self made Millionaire
Thug livin', out of prison
Pistols in the Air {Air} (Ha Ha)
Biggie remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch
And beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house
Now its all about versace
You copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me
I took it and smiled
Now I'm back to set the record straight
With my A-K
I'm still the thug that you love to hate
Mutha-fucka I'll Hit 'Em Up

I'm from N E W Jers.
Where plenty of murder occurs
No points to come
We bring drama to all you herds
Now go check the scenerio
Little Ceas'
I'll bring you fake G's to yah knees
Copin' pleas with these
Little Kim is yah
Coked up or doped up
Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up
What the fuck?
Is you stupid?
I take money,
crash and mash through Brooklyn
With my click looting, shooting, and polluting your block
With fifteen shot,
Cocked glock to your knot
Outlaw Mafia click moving up another notch
And your Pop stars popped and get dropped and mopped
And all your fake ass east coast props
Brainstormed and locked

You'se a beat biter
Pac style taker
I'll tell you to face, you ain't nothing shit but a faker
So fill the Alize with a chaser
'bout to get murdered for the paper
E.d.i I mean post the scene of the caper
Like a loc, with little Ceas' in a choke (uhh)
Toting smoke, we ain't no mutha-fuckin' joke
Thug Life, niggas better be known
Be approaching
In the wide open, gun smoking
No need for hoping
It's a battle lost
I gottem crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off
nigga, I hit 'em up

Now you tell me who won
I see them, they run (ha ha)
They don't wanna see us
Whole Junior Mafia click
Dressing up to be us
How the fuck they gonna be the Mob?
When we always on out job
We millionaire's
Killing ain't fair
But somebody got to do it

Oh yah Mobb Deep (uhh)
You wanna fuck with us
You Little young ass mutha-fuckas
Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something
You fucking with me, nigga ?
You fuck around and catch a seizure or a heart-attack
You better back the fuck up
Before you get smacked the fuck up
This is how we do it on our side
Any of you niggas from New York that want to bring it,
Bring it.
But we ain't singing,
We bringing drama
fuck you and your mother fucking mama.
We gonna kill all you mother fuckers.
Now when I came out, I told you it was just about biggie.
Then everybody had to open their mouth with a mother fuckin opinion
Well this is how we gon' do this:
fuck Mobb Deep,
fuck Biggie,
fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label, and as a mother fuckin crew.
And if you want to be down with Bad Boy,
Then fuck you too.
Chino XL, fuck you too.
All you mother fuckers,
fuck you too.
(take money, take money)
All of y'all mother fuckers,
fuck you, die slow mother fucker.
My fo' fo' (.44 magnum) make sure all yo' kids don't grow.
You mother fuckers can't be us or see us.
We mother fuckin' Thug Life riders.
West Side till' we die.
Out here in California, nigga
We warned ya'
We'll bomb on you mother fuckers.
We do our job.
You think you the mob, nigga, we the mother fuckin' mob
Ain't nuttin' but killers
And the real niggas, all you mother fuckers feel us.
Our shit goes triple and four quadruple
You niggas laugh cuz our staff got guns under they mother fuckin' belts
You know how it is and we drop records they felt
You niggas can't feel it
We the realist
fuck 'em.
We Bad Boy killas.

joki_carica · Upućeni član

najvishe volim da slusham bash stranu muziku, mada ima i dobrih domacih bendova, volim one stare rock grupe...
evo jedne od mojih trenutno omiljenih pesama.... Wink

J. Bon Jovi, R. Sambora, D. Child
Livin' on a prayer
Once upon a time
Not so long ago
Tommy used to work on the docks
Union's been on strike
He's down on his luck...it's tough, so tough
Gina works the diner all day
Working for her man, she brings home her pay
For love - for love
She says we've got to hold on to what we've got
'Cause it doesn't make a difference
If we make it or not
We've got each other and that's a lot
For love - we'll give it a shot
Chorus:
Whooah, we're half way there
Livin' on a prayer
Take my hand and we'll make it - I swear
Livin' on a prayer
Tommy's got his six string in hock
Now he's holding in what he used
To make it talk - so tough, it's tough
Gina dreams of running away
When she cries in the night
Tommy whispers baby it's okay, someday
We've got to hold on to what we've got
'Cause it doesn't make a difference
If we make it or not
We've got each other and that's a lot
For love - we'll give it a shot
Chorus
We've got to hold on ready or not
You live for the fight when it's all that you've got
Chorus

d3n1 · Upućeni član

slusam,i volim a posebno hip-hop i rnb

pinkie · Prijatelj foruma

ranije sam , kao klinka mnogo vise slusala..danas ba si nemam toliko prilike ni vremena..no i dalje volim radije da cujem dobru englesku pesmu nego poneku sprdnju od domace muzike...cast izuzetcima Wink

Malaaa · Početnik Domaćeg.de

Povremeno slusam stranu muziku ... ovo je trenutno moja omiljena pesma : The pussycat Dolls --> Loosen up my buttons Very Happy

8) (svidjaju mi se isto njihove druge pesme kao naprimer : Beep, I don't need a man)

CAMO_PEJB · Upućeni član

Svima preporucujem ovu pesmu, jednu od mojih omiljenih

Supafly Vs. Fishbowl - Let's Get Down
(ako mozete nadjite ili original verziju ili Full Intention club mix)

When I was a youth,
Id see many things,
All the girls, all the boys,
Birds and Bees

Yes, I wake up thinking of you,
Your face and mine together,
What is this I think I feel

Chorus
I wanna feel the sunshine on my head,
I wanna see your face when I wake up.
Lets get down, Lets get down, Lets get down, down, down
I wanna be the light thats in your life,
I wanna feel the sunshine all the time.
Lets get down, Lets get down, Lets get down, down, down

When I was a youth,
Id see many things,
All the girls, All the boys
Birds and Bees, Uh

I wake up thinking of you,
Your face and mine together
What is this I think I feel

Chorus
I wanna feel the sunshine on my head,
I wanna see your face when I wake up.
Lets get down, Lets get down, Lets get down, down, down.
I wanna be the light thats in your life,
I wanna feel the sunshine all the time.
Lets get down, Lets get down, Lets get down, down, down.

Lets get down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down...

Maja S. · Odomaćeni član

Slusam stranu muziku, naravno...
ali je i ta muzika postala komercijalna.....a to znaci da gubi na kvalitetu.
Nazalost.

Tommy021 · Upućeni član

Pogresna tema za ovaj forum...
-Ovde 90% ljudi slusa narodnjake a onih 10 kao nesto prate stranu ziku...
-Dobar je Em i mockinbird ali zakon mu je pesma When I'm gone...