Rhythmic, festive & lively baile funk Carioca sung in Brazilian. It's all about the dancing at favela parties. Male rapper & backing vocals, Rhythmic, festive & lively baile funk Carioca sung in Brazilian. It's all about the dancing at favela parties. Male rapper & backing vocals, saxophone, synth, Brazilian & electronic percussion.歌词
BR:
Diretamente das ladeiras do morro da Conceição Recife Pernambuco Brasil
a vida do crime não leva nada irmão
consciência pra favela
liberdade pros irmãos
to ligado viu
Eu vou pro baile eu to ligado vc não vai vai hoje não
Eu vou pro baile DMC vc não vai representa
Eu vou pro baile vc não vai salve BS
Eu vou pro baile negão mais tu não vai
Eu vou pro baile
Eu vou pro baile
Eu vou pro baile
Eu vou pro baile
Eu vou no baile vc não vai fica em casa ai caraiii
ta ligado quem manda no baile
quem manda e o pai cade voce
quem manda e o pai cade voce
quem manda e o pai cade voce
quem manda e o pai cade voce
Eu vou pro baile desce embaixo voce não vai
Eu vou pro baile sobe encima voce não vai
Eu vou pro baile desce embaixo voce não vai
Eu vou pro baile ficar embaixo voce não vai
Eu vou pro baile sobe encima voce não vai
Eu vou pro baile desce embaixo voce não vai
Eu vou pro baile negão quicar embaixo voce não vai
Eu vou pro baile quicar embaixo voce não vai
Eu vou pro baile
Eu vou pro baile
Eu vou pro baile libera o baile
Eu vou pro baile
Fui numa festa muito loca chegando la encontrei
Sabe o que que eu vi ai pirei ai pirei ai pire ai pirei
libera o proibidão porque é conexão
também tem o baile funk que se chama o pesadão
e o pesadão irmão nome dele sanguebom
bagulho é muito doido esse bicho ta no tom
ta no tom ta no tom ta no tom libera caraiii
ta no tom ta no tom ta no tom libera caraiii
Eu vou pro baile vc não vai
Eu vou pro baile vc não vai
Eu vou pro baile vc não vai
Eu vou pro baile negao mais tu não vai
Eu vou pro baile mais tu não vai
Eu vou pro baile mais tu não vai
Eu vou pro baile mais tu não vai
Eu vou pro baile mais tu não vai
Eu vou pro baile vc não vai
Eu vou pro baile vc não vai
Eu vou pro baile vc não vai
Eu vou pro baile negao mais tu não vai
cade voce
cade voce
Favela Favela Favela também é arte
ENG:
Directly from the slopes of Morro da Conçeição Recife Pernambuco Brazil
the life of crime takes nothing brother
awareness for the favela
freedom for brothers
I'm connected, see
I'm going to the dance, I'm connected, you're not going, you're not going today
I'm going to the DMC dance, you're not going to represent
I'm going to the dance, you're not going, save BS
I'm going to the dance, deny it, but you're not going
I'm going to the dance
I'm going to the dance
I'm going to the dance
I'm going to the dance
I'm going to the dance, you're not going, stay at home oh man
It's up to you who's in charge of the dance
who is in charge and the father where are you
who is in charge and the father where are you
who is in charge and the father where are you
who is in charge and the father where are you
I'm going to the dance, come down, won't you go?
I'm going to the dance, get on top, you won't go
I'm going to the dance, come down, won't you go?
I'm going to the dance, stay below, you won't go
I'm going to the dance, get on top, you won't go
I'm going to the dance, come down, won't you go?
I'm going to the dance, nigga, bounce under you won't go
I'm going to the dance to bounce under you won't go
I'm going to the dance
I'm going to the dance
I'm going to the dance, release the dance
I'm going to the dance
I went to a really crazy party and when I got there I found
Do you know what I saw, oh I freaked out oh I freaked out oh I freaked out oh I
freaked out
release prohibition because it is connection
There's also a funk dance called Pesadão
and the heavy brother his name is good blood
This thing is crazy, this thing is in tune
it's in tone it's in tone it's in tone release man
it's in tone it's in tone it's in tone release man
I'm going to the dance, you're not going
I'm going to the dance, you're not going
I'm going to the dance, you're not going
I'm going to the dance, deny it, but you're not going
I'm going to the dance but you're not going
I'm going to the dance but you're not going
I'm going to the dance but you're not going
I'm going to the dance but you're not going
where are you
where are you
where are you
where are you
where are you
where are you
where are you
where are you
I'm going to the dance, you're not going
I'm going to the dance, you're not going
I'm going to the dance, you're not going
I'm going to the dance, deny it, but you're not going
where are you
where are you
Cheerful, exotic & percussive pop song influenced by north-east Brazilian rhythm. Green cobra don't bite me, i'd rather stay pain-free in a woman's Cheerful, exotic & percussive pop song influenced by north-east Brazilian rhythm. Green cobra don't bite me, i'd rather stay pain-free in a woman's arms... Male vocals, electric guitar, apito, claves, surdo, pandeiro, drum machine, busy bass synth & keys.歌词
BR:
Cobra Verde não me morde pra quem não tem curador,
nos braços de uma morena eu morro e não fica a dor
ENG:
Green snake don't bite me for those who don't have a healer,
in the arms of a brunette I die, there's no pain
Swinging, lively, & urgent pop-rock sung in Spanish. Tells the story of a night stalker. Female singer, electric guitar, brass section & rock band. Swinging, lively, & urgent pop-rock sung in Spanish. Tells the story of a night stalker. Female singer, electric guitar, brass section & rock band. Cut & onomatopoeia lead voice @ 1'59.歌词
ES:
Lo ven por las noches cuando sale a merodear
Los sábados va, domingos no está
se esconde para trabajar
Sale a caminar una nueva víctima atrapar
sus pasos se acercan
el sonido aumenta
pronto me alcanzará
Te veo en la esquina
Ya no me persigas
Me enferma tu mirada perdida
no encuentro salida de esta persecución
de esta persecución
voces en su mente que lo obligan a actuar así
lo llevan aquí, lo llevan acá
¿cuándo será que callan?
Red de callejones y guaridas
llego a un laberinto sin salida
Cuento hasta 3 quiero correr
Pronto me alcanzará
te veo en la esquina
Ya no me persigas
Me enferma tu mirada perdida
no encuentro salida de esta persecución
de esta persecución
de esta persecución
Te veo en la esquina
ya no me persigas
Me enferma tu mirada perdida
no encuentro salida
Te veo en la esquina
ya no me persigas
Me enferma tu mirada perdida
no encuentro salida de esta persecución
de esta persecución
de esta persecución
EN:
He is seen at night when he goes out to prowl around
On Saturdays he goes, on Sundays he's not there
He hides to work
He goes out to walk a new victim to catch
his footsteps approach
the sound increases
soon he'll catch up with me
I see you at the corner
Don't chase me anymore
I'm sick of your lost look
I can't find a way out of this chase
of this chase
voices in his mind that force him to act like this
they take him here, they take him here
when will they be silent?
Network of alleys and lairs
I reach a labyrinth with no way out.
I count to 3 I want to run
Soon he' ll catch up with me
I see you at the corner
Don't chase me anymore
I'm sick of your lost look
I can't find a way out of this chase
of this chase
of this chase
I see you in the corner
Don't chase me anymore
Your lost look makes me sick
I can't find a way out
I see you in the corner
Don't chase me anymore
I'm sick of your lost look
I can't find a way out of this chase
of this chase
of this chase
Slow & romantic in a folk mood, sung in Spanish. Minimal stable instrumentation yet very emotional. Female singer, arpeggiated Spanish guitar, vocal Slow & romantic in a folk mood, sung in Spanish. Minimal stable instrumentation yet very emotional. Female singer, arpeggiated Spanish guitar, vocal & Latin percussion, synth, vocal solo @ 2'12.歌词
Mira Que si sonríes brilla más cada mañana Que por las noches cuando me acuesto en mi cama Brilla el sol Mira Que si despierto con frío en la madrugada Recuerdo el calor de tu sonrisa en mi almohada Brilla el sol Cuando Cuando te miro Brilla el sol cuando me siento caer Brilla el sol Pero amanezco en tu piel Brilla el sol Te miro Respiro Mira Que es tu sonrisa lo que más quiero en el mundo Que si sonríes Siento un palpitar profundo Brilla el sol Cuando Cuando te miro Brilla el sol cuando me siento caer Brilla el sol Pero amanezco en tu piel Brilla el sol de noche Tarde, madrugada Brilla el sol Brilla el sol Brilla el sol Brilla el sol Recuerdo el calor de tu sonrisa en mi almohada
Underscore. Slow & romantic in a folk mood. Minimal stable instrumentation yet very emotional. Arpeggiated Spanish guitar, vocal & latin percussion, Underscore. Slow & romantic in a folk mood. Minimal stable instrumentation yet very emotional. Arpeggiated Spanish guitar, vocal & latin percussion, synth.
Nostalgic & tender love song, sung in Spanish. Male singer, Spanish guitar, Rhodes, Peruvian cajon, brush & cello. Solo violin in a Mexican / gypsy Nostalgic & tender love song, sung in Spanish. Male singer, Spanish guitar, Rhodes, Peruvian cajon, brush & cello. Solo violin in a Mexican / gypsy mood @ 2'50.歌词
Traditional song from the Caribbean region of Colombia, sung in Spanish. Rootsy cumbia, emotional & rural. Female singer, Latin percussion, Spanish Traditional song from the Caribbean region of Colombia, sung in Spanish. Rootsy cumbia, emotional & rural. Female singer, Latin percussion, Spanish guitar, choir, claps & tiple @ 2'15. 歌词
Azúca me llamo yo, Azúca me llamo yo, Azúca me puso el padre, cuando me metio la sal.
Azúca me llamo yo, (Azúca) Azúca me llamo yo, (Azúca) Azúca la refina, (Azúca) Azúca, azúca será, (Azúca) Azúca me han de llama, (Azúca) Azúca, azúca será, (Azúca)
Azúca, Azúca. El loro y la lora estaban loriando, El loro y la lora estaban loriando, Y yo por la reja estaba mirando Y yo por la reja estaba mirando El loro comiendo y yo trabajando El loro comiendo y yo trabajando Trabaja compañero, trabaja. (Azúca) Trabaja voca arriba trabaja. (Azúca) Trabaja medio lado trabaja.
Con que se mantiene, con la flor del verano. Con que se mantiene, con la flor del verano. Trabaja compañero, trabaja. Trabaja medio lado trabaja. Trabaja voca arriba trabaja. Trabaja voca arriba trabaja.
Azúca me llamo yo, (Azúca) Azúca me llamo yo, (Azúca) Azúca me puso el padre, (Azúca) Cuando me metio la sal, (Azúca)
Azúca me llamo yo, (Azúca) Azúca me llamo yo, (Azúca) Azúca la refina, (Azúca) Azúca me han de llama, (Azúca) Azúca, azúca será, (Azúca)
Mentira ha sido tu amor Mentira ha sido tu amor Falso fue tu juramento, hojas que se lleva el viento. Mentira ha sido tu amor Mentira ha sido tu amor Falso fue tu juramento, hojas que se lleva el viento.
Azúca, Ay con que se mantiene Azúca, Con la flor del verano Azúca, ay me han de llamar, cuando me metio la sal.
Aida traditional arrangement Bossa - Oliver Angel traditional arrangement Camargo May - Orlando Eduardo traditional arrangement Donado González - José Carlos traditional arrangement María Ortega
词/曲作者 :
Traditional
许可号 :
10347
专辑 :
Latin Songs: In a Traditional Mood
发布日期 :
01/04/2020
演唱者 :
Aida Bossa
出版方 :
Frederic Leibovitz Editeur - Mantarraya Music
国际标准音像制品编码 :
FRZPA2006760
Azúcar - El Loro y la Lora Azúcar - El Loro y la Lora Alternate [CEL7001 - 12]
Underscore. Traditional from the Caribbean region of Colombia. Rootsy cumbia, emotional & rural. Spanish Guitar, latin percussion, choir, claps & Underscore. Traditional from the Caribbean region of Colombia. Rootsy cumbia, emotional & rural. Spanish Guitar, latin percussion, choir, claps & tiple @ 2'10.
Aida traditional arrangement Bossa - Oliver Angel traditional arrangement Camargo May - Orlando Eduardo traditional arrangement Donado González - José Carlos traditional arrangement María Ortega
Explicit language. Acid & swingy Bossa/Hip-hop. male vocal. BPM 98.歌词
THE HOKEY POKEY Lyrics by Mattic Parks, Music by Oogo
(Chorus) You do the hokey poky and turn yourself around That's what it's all about. (repeat)
Ladies, money, and clothes. Vehicles, how you rob people, and hoe's. Guest appearances to make your album hot right? I love so and so, but most don't even write.
Trap star, hood star, drinks at the bar. I love Red Letter Blue Mark and Tom play the guitar, and tav kill it on the drums but everybody's cool with following acting dumb.
Ego's and local Mc's that don't get it. I can't help you, need to help yourself it fells better kid.
Time on my side and I spit the planet sound. See me like Discovery Place, open with the sound. Held like a shotgun holder in Guatamala with a vest that protects his chest, saliva swallow and it's hotter then a flesh wound caused by bullets hollow, how i make it when Im building my model building a sorrow with a hope.
Dope how I insert the music I choose it, different from the next like sex out of the birds nest, comes one with the image. Majors all alone the shit is all finish.
So I take it off exploring the more like a producer that's digging inside of a record store. Throw rocks at the body shock kid. Man he drowned trying to do what I did. For the love of women tall and the smell I ain't J-Live, I do got a story to tell about
(Chorus) How you Put your left foot in You take it on out Put your left foot in and you twist it, and you shake it all about
Now You put your right foot in take your right foot out Put your right foot in and you shake it, shake it, you shake it all around.
You do the Hokey Poky and you turn yourself around That's how we all fall down to the sound To the sound nigga To the sound To the sound So gather round
Who Who got it that You shake it an you shake and you shake it all around (repeat)
You do the Hokey Poky and you turn yourself around That's what it's all about I said that's what it's all about That's what it's all about
