viernes, 18 de marzo de 2011

ESTRENO: Look At Me Now


Ya he vuelto a Chipionaaaa! ^^ Y en 3 días... ya sabeis lo que hay! Vengavenga daros prisa que se acaba el tiempo! XDDD

Poco que contar de todo, porque ha sido una semana muy normalita, a ver si la siguiente se anima o algo porque estoy volviendo a la monotonía y no me gustaaaaa!!! ¬¬

Canción del día hoy, un Estreno (al menos para la gran mayoría de países, gracias VEVO! ^^... ¬¬):


Chris Brown sigue en su cruzada por volver a ser el artista que era antes. He estado en foros y tal buscando su nuevo disco, F.A.M.E, y (aparte de muchos comentarios diciendo que no quieren seguir la música de un maltratador y de alguna foto que ha salido ahora suya desnudo, que eso os lo dejo a vosotros, guarros! XDDD), lo he encontrado y la verdad es que tiene su punto. Tiene sus temas típicos hiphoperos pero también apuesta por un sonido más dance, como se está llevando ahora.

La canción de hoy es una en la que no paran de sonar unos raps imposibles que yo no sé como pueden cantar tan rápido... Y LO MEJOR ES QUE SE ENTIENDE!!! O.O

El video no sé, es muy normalito, pero pega con la canción.

Poco a poco la canción va subiendo en Billboard, a ver hasta dónde llega...

Yellow model chick
Yellow bottle sipping
Yellow Lamborghini
Yellow top missing
Yeah, yeah
That shit look like a toupee
I get what you get in 10 years, in two days

Ladies love me
I’m on my cool J
If you get what I get what would you say
She wax it all off, Mr Miyagi
And them suicide doors, Hari Kari

Look at me now, look at me now
Oh, I’m getting paper
Look at me now
Oh, look at me now
Yeah, fresh than a muthafucker

Lil nigga bigger than gorilla
Cause I’m killing every nigga that
Try to be on my shit
Better cuff your chick if you with her
I can get her
And she accidentally slip fall on my dick
Ooops, I said on my dick
I ain't really mean to say on my dick
But since we talking about my dick
All of you haters say "Hi!" to it
I’m done...

Ayo Breezy
Let me show you how to keep the dice rolling
When your doing that thing over there, homie
Let's go!

Cause I feel like I’m running
And I’m feeling like I gotta get away-get away-get away
Better know that I don’t and I won’t ever stop cause
You know I gotta win everyday day, goooo!
See they don’t really wanna pop me
Just know that you never flop me
And I know that I can be a little cocky, nooo!
You ain't never gonna stop me

Everytime I come a nigga gotta set it then I got it going
Then I get it, than I blow, than I shudder every little thing
That he be doing cause it doesnt matter cause I’m gonna dadadadada
Then I’m gonna murder every thing and anything a badaboom a badabing
I gotta do a lot of things, and make it clearer to a couple niggas
That I’m always winning and I gotta get it again and again and again

And I be doing it to death and now I move a little foul
A nigga better call a, everybody know my style
And everybody know I’m the the baddest
When I come to doing this and I'm banging on my chest
And I bang in the east and I bang in the west
And I come to give you more and I never give you less
You will hear it in the street or you can read it in the press
Do you really wanna know what's next? Let's go!

See the way we on, we be all up in the race and you know
We gotta go, don’t try to keep up with the pace
We struggling and hustling and sending in and getting in
And always gotta take it to another place
Gotta taste it and I gotta grab it
And I gotta cut all throught his traffic
Just to be at the top of the throne
Better know I gotta have it!

Look at me now, look at me now
Oh, I’m getting paper
Look at me now
Oh, look at me now
Yeah, fresh than a muthafucker

Man, fuck these bitch ass niggas how y'all doin?
I’m Lil Tunechi, I’m a nuisance, I go stupid, I go dumb like the 3 stooges
I don't eat sushi, I’m the shit, no I’m pollution, no substitution
Got a bitch that play in movies in my jacuzzi, pussy juicy

I never gave a fuck about a hater got money on my radar
Dress like a skater, got a big house, came with a elevator
You niggas ain't eatin, fuck it, tell a waiter
Marley said shoot'em, and I said ok
If you wanted bullshit then I’m like olay
I don't care what you say, so don’t even speak
Your girlfriend a freak like Cirque Du Soleil

That’s word to my flag, and my flag red
I’m out of my head, bitch I’m outta my mind from the bottom I climb
You ain't hotter at mine, nope, not on my time and I’m not even trying
What's poppin' Slime? Nothin' five, and if they trippin fuck 'em five
I ain't got no time to shuck and jive, these niggas as sweet as pumpkin pie

Ciroc and sprite on a private flight
Bitch I’m enticing, guiding light, and my pockets white and my diamonds white
And my mommas nice and my daddy’s dead
You faggots scared cause I’m too wild, been here for a while
I was like fuck trial I puts it down
I’m so young money if you got eyes look at me now, bitch!

Look at me now, look at me now
Oh, I’m getting paper
Look at me now
Oh, look at me now
Yeah, fresh than a muthafucker

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