......I present You the song of the WEEK........

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• Titre : Fight Aids
• Album : Le chemin
• Année : 2008

Paroles :

L'or de nos vies

C'est nous contre leurs peines
Et le message est clair
Les mots passent

Et l'indifférence règne
Si le mal me gagne
Coupable seul de n'avoir rien su faire

Si l'on comprend
Que leurs mains
Sont à notre portée

Si l'ont conçois encore ce rêve

Toucher leurs larmes
Du bout des lèvres
Sécher leurs âmes
Cent fois sans gêne

Leur vie c'est de l'or
De l'or terni
Rendons leur alors
L'or de nos vies

Yeah yeah yeah
Nos pierres à l'édifice
Pour ne pas fléchir
Aujourd'hui
La gêne et la peur m'attristent

Je veux de larges sourires
Montrez-moi
Prouvez-moi que ça existe

Si l'on comprend
Que leurs mains
Sont à notre portée
Si l'on conçoit encore ce rêve

Toucher leurs larmes
Du bout des lèvres
Sécher lerurs âmes
Cent fois sans gêne

Leur vie c'est de l'or
De l'or terni
Rendons leur alors
L'or de nos vies

Toucher leurs larmes
Du bout des lèvres
Sécher lerurs âmes
Cent fois sans gêne

Leur vie c'est de l'or
De l'or terni
Rendons leur alors
L'or de nos vies

Toucher leurs larmes
Du bout des lèvres
Sécher lerurs âmes
Cent fois sans gêne

Leur vie c'est de l'or
De l'or terni
Rendons leur alors
L'or de nos vies

Toucher leurs larmes
Du bout des lèvres
Sécher lerurs âmes
Cent fois sans gêne

Leur vie c'est de l'or
De l'or terni
Rendons leur alors
L'or de nos vies


L'or de nos vies

Et le message est clair
Les mots passent

Et l'indifférence règne
Si le mal me gagne
Coupable seul de n'avoir rien su faire

Si l'on comprend
Que leurs mains
Sont à notre portée

Si l'ont conçois encore ce rêve

Rendons leur alors un peu nos vies

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• Titre : Roll
• Album : Mail On Sunday [Clean]
• Année : 2008

Paroles :

Sorry guys i coudn't find the lyrics of this song but be sure that when i found them i will put them (please if someone have the lyrics of this song send them to me by the skyrock mail)
Thanks,
The creator of the blog !! !! !!

Crusin' in the drop top, chillin in the ride.
Checking out the phat girls them ina mi sight.
Pull up to the hot spot, gal left to right.
Touch one of them an tell her say tonight she fi.

Chorus:
Send it on right away.
Never delay, just gimmie the play, we no ramp...she fi
Gimmie that time of day.
I'm gonna make sure you're ok.
(repeat)

Verse 1:
Me buck up pon a hot gal factory me know me haffi win.
See the gal dem a rock, see the gal them a swing.
So the gal dem attract me, me heart it a sing.
Haffi geti one with the roundest sinting.
Gal a bounce pon the right side, pon the left.
Gal a shake up the back side an all the breast.
Put the dutty to the test...Gal a relieve the stress,
Need one of them before me get dess.

Chorus:
Verse 2:
Put the lyrics to the track girl, stuck to the timing.
Watch how she move, man a checkout the whining.
Look how she dance with a whole heap a styling.
Woman you know say you a set off me siren.
Sexy body and the shape weh mi noteing.
Look like grow off a whole heap a protein.
Anytime when you want you fi rope in.
Need you now just like like crack to the dopefiend.

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• Titre : Feedback
• Année : 2007

Paroles :

Do you like my style
Yeah that sexy, sexy, sexy
Like I rock it down
Yeah that sexy, sexy, sexy
You can work me out
Yeah that sexy, sexy, sexy
Let me show you how
Yeah that sexy, sexy, sexy

So here's my demonstration, a peep show
Tonight my body's and exhibition baby
Though it's on display don't be scared to
Touch It It said so, so come and get it babe

Strum me like a guitar blow out my amplifier
When you hear some feedback keep going take it higher
Crank it up give it to me come on
Crank it up give it to me come on
I'm gonna feedback, feedback, oh
Feedback, feedback, oh
Crank it up give it to me come on
Crank it up give it to me come on
I'm gonna feedback, feedback, oh
Feedback, feedback, oh

Light skin, dark skin, my asian, persuasion
I Got them all that's why these girls out here hatin'
Cause I'm sexy

Do you like my style
Yeah that sexy, sexy, sexy
Like I rock it down
Yeah that sexy, sexy, sexy
You can work me out
Yeah that sexy, sexy, sexy
Let me show you how
Yeah that sexy, sexy, sexy

Before we go any more further
[ Feedback lyrics found on http://www.completealbumlyrics.com ]
Let me put you up on this secret babe
I got novelties so appeasing
Feed my fetish please, satisfy me babe

Strum me like a guitar blow out my amplifier
When you hear some feedback keep going take it higher
Crank it up give it to me come on
Crank it up give it to me come on
I'm gonna feedback, feedback, oh
Feedback, feedback, oh
Crank it up give it to me come on
Crank it up give it to me come on
I'm gonna feedback, feedback, oh
Feedback, feedback, oh

You like it how I work my spine
Got you feeling all hypnotized (hypnotized)
I gotta body like a CL5
Make a **** wanna test drive but I'm so on fire
Flyer than a pelican find another
Chick better than I don't see her
Cause my swag is serious
Something heavy like a first day period

Strum me like a guitar blow out my amplifier
When you hear some feedback keep going take it higher
Crank it up give it to me come on
Crank it up give it to me come on
I'm gonna feedback, feedback, oh
Feedback, feedback, oh

Strum me like a guitar blow out my amplifier
When you hear some feedback keep going take it higher
Crank it up give it to me come on
Crank it up give it to me come on
I'm gonna feedback, feedback, oh
Feedback, feedback, oh
Crank it up give it to me come on
Crank it up give it to me come on
I'm gonna feedback, feedback, oh
Feedback, feedback, oh

Do that, do that, do it (repeat)
heeey

Diddy:
Let's play a game
Let's pretend for a second
You don't know who I am or what I do
Let's just put it to the side
I can feel your heart beating
I can hear you breathing
Look into your eyes
Trying to see into your mind
See into your soul
See, no limits to the levels
Me and you can go
When it's me, I take control
But it's something about you
That makes me wanna chage
I like the way you dancing
And the way you play the game
I like the way you take away the pain
The way you tell me that you want it
Not saying a thing
The way you got me going
Got me going outta brains
I see us going at it
Going in and out of them lanes

I don't want your innocence
I don't want you to stutter
I don't want a commitment
I don't want you to suffer
I don't want your number
Baby, I want you to wonder
I want you to come up
Looking like something you wanna

Christina Aguilera:
Tell me, what you thinking about
When you got me waitng patiently
And usually, I don't have to wait for nobody
But there's something about you
That really got me feeling weak
And I'm trying to find the words to speak

Boy, I got my eyes on you
Tell me what you wanna do
I can picture you in my room
Until the morning
I don't even know your name
Boy, I need to know your name
I'm hoping that you feel the same
Tell me if you want it

(Hook)
I know you're gonna like it (I know)
So tell me how you wanna it (tell me)
And you don't have to fight it (you don't)
Cause baby you're invited (baby)
(repeat)

Diddy:
You're dreams fullfilled
You're rockin with the best
--- put your limits to the test
You're pulsating, your heart is beating outta your
chest
You're hyperventilating, trying to catch your breath
(Don't stop)
I'm the first, I'm the next, I'm the end
I'm the boss, in your --, that'll make your mind bend
Look how I approach you, look how I expose you
The --- every move, now I know you
I don't wanna control you, I wanna console you
And do everything that I told you
Get high with me, come touch the sky with me
Fly with me, see life with new eyes with me
(Don't stop)
I'm the dream, I'm the one, I'm the reason you come
I'm a king, I'm a hung, I'm a beast
I'm the last thing your eyes see
The passion's inside me, it's yours
Now come try me, c'mon

Christina Aguilera:
Tell me, what you thinking about
When your hands is all on me
Cause I've been thinking about
All the possibilities
Ain't no other place that I really wanna be
Cause you're sweepin' me off my feet

Boy, I got my eyes on you
Tell me what you wanna do
I can picture you in my room
Until the morning
I don't even know your name
Boy, I need to know your name
I'm hoping that you feel the same
Tell me if you want it

(Hook)
I know you're gonna like it (I know)
So tell me how you wanna it (tell me)
And you don't have to fight it (you don't)
Cause baby you're invited (baby)
(repeat)

Christina Aguilera:
I got a selection of the positions of affection with
no pressure
So tell me how you want it, tell me how you want it
babe
(repeat)
Do that, do that, do it (repeat)