8 DE FEBRERO

CANCIÓN DEL DÍA: Please Don't Go

Buenassssss!!! Tengo una noticia que darossss... a ver qué os parece...

He decidido dar un pequeño parón al blog, porque en esta etapa es donde más agobiado voy a estar... y prefiero decíroslo ya, que estar pendiente a ver si actualizo o si no, y lo sabeis ya

El parón será hasta aproximadamente... el 7-10 de febrero, que sería cuando acabo con los exámenes. Me gustaría traer con esa vuelta un nuevo diseño, nuevas secciones y tal, pero hasta entonces...

NOS VEMOS EN FEBREROOOO! Y os dejo con una canción que representa lo que me estareis gritando cuando veais este post: Please Don't Go de Mike Posner! XDDD



Let's run away from these lies
Back to yesterday, safe tonight

I feel the sun creeping up like tick tock
I'm trying to keep you in my head but if not
We'll just keep running from tomorrow with our lips locked
Yeah, you got me begging, begging

Baby, please don't go
If I wake up tomorrow will you still be here?
I don't know if you feel the way I do
If you leave, I'm gonna find you

Baby, please don't go, go, go, go
Baby, please don't go, go, go, go
Baby, please don't go, go, go, go
Baby, please don't, baby, please don't

Baby, please don't run away
From my bed and start another day
Stay instead

I feel the sun creeping up like tick tock
I'm trying to keep you in my head but if not
We'll just keep running from tomorrow with our lips locked
Yeah, you got me begging, begging

Baby, please don't go
If I wake up tomorrow will you still be here?
I don't know if you feel the way I do
If you leave I'm gonna find you

Baby, please don't go, go, go, go
Baby, please don't go, go, go, go
Baby, please don't go, go, go, go
Baby, please don't, baby, please don't
Baby, please don't

I stay running from tomorrow
I stay running from tomorrow
Well, I stay running from tomorrow
Said, I stay running from tomorrow

Baby, please don't go
(Please don't go)
If I wake up tomorrow will you still be here?
I don't know if you feel the way I do
If you leave I'm gonna find you
(I'm gon', I'm gon', I'm gonna find you)

Baby, please don't go, go, go, go
Baby, please don't go, go, go, go
(Don't leave me, leave me)
Baby, please don't go, go, go, go
Baby, please don't, baby, please don't run away

CANCIÓN DEL DÍA: Radio

Buenassss!!! 4 de enero, y un día menos... uffff

Paso ya a la canción del día: Radio de Alesha Dixon.

No sabía muy bien qué canción subir, así que miré en mi eteeeeeeerrrrrrrna lista de discos y estaba el nuevo de Alesha: The Entertainer

Y el último single es esta balada, la cual tiene la base de Dancing on my Own de Robyn

Direis que qué soso estoy hoy pero es que estoy espesito XDDDD

Espero que os guste! ^^



Pop rock, rhythm & blues
Anything you got
I don't have time to choose
Big speakers, I'll sing along
Last request DJ, I need a song

He can't break my heart
If I can't hear a word
I can't hear a word

Don't say it now
I'm turning up the radio
I'll drown you out
Cos I don't wanna let you go
Anything to make you forget
Cos my heart can't let go yet
Don't say it now
I'm turning up the radio

Choose, get me, frequency
If I find signal, maybe you won't leave
Headphones, cover my ears
Keep smiling, fight back the tears

He Can't Break My Heart,
If I Can't Hear A Word,
I Can't Hear A Word

Don't say it now
I'm turnning up the radio
I'll drown you out
Cos I don't wanna let you go
Anything to make you forget
Cos my heart can't let go yet
Don't say it now
I'm turning up the radio

I'm turning up the radio
Ah Woah oh oh oh
Woah oh oh oh
Ra-a-di-o

Ah Woah oh oh oh
Woah oh oh oh
Ra-a-di-o

I'll drown you out
Don't say it now
Cuz I'm turning up the radio-o

Don't say it now
I'm turning up the radio
I'll drown you out
Cos I don't wanna let you go
Anything to make you forget
Cos my heart can't let go yet
Don't say it now
I'm turning up the radio

CANCIÓN DEL DÍA: Runaway

Buenas a todosssssssss!!!! Ea, ya estamos a 3 de enero!!! Ya mismo se acaba lo bueno... =(

Pero bueno, lo mejor es no pensar en ello y disfrutar lo poco que nos queda que ahora viene lo chungo: VOLVER A LA RUTINA, como os dije ayer. Me hizo gracia el otro día una amiga diciendo que ya sabía que iba a tener el síndrome postvacacional (a ver si no lo cojo yo que entonces... chungo lo tenemos! XDDD)

Canción del día: Runaway de Kanye West (y Pusha T, que no sé quién es XDDD)

Kanye West es un personaje alrededor del cual siempre gira la polémica: cuando no es porque siempre se rumorea que es gay, sino sale en medio de una entrega de premios avergonzando a Taylor Swift (que no sé que es más vergonzoso, si salir pa interrumpir un premio pa la niña esta, o el simple hecho de darle un premio a ella porque vaya tela... XDDD), y lo úrtimo ya es que circula por ahí una foto de su chorra (confirmado por él y todo vamos...)

Pero bueno, aquí estamos pa hablar de música. Su último disco se titula "My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy" (que ya para reavivar mas la polémica lo iba a llamar "Good Ass Job" ¿hace falta traducirlo? =Z)

Total, que él disco tenia (atención): 5 portadas (la de la bailarina, una cara con muchas bocas que no sé lo que significará, un rey que se parece a él atravesado por una espada, una corona y una espada y, la más polémica, un casquete entre un súcubo y no sé si un demonio o algo que se parece al propio Kanye) y según muchos medios es el mejor disco del año, si quereis oír un poco sólo teneis que ver la versión ampliada del video que os enseño hoy que está aquí

Y ya está por hoy. Ved el video y comentais que os parece la relación Kanye-mujerextrañaextraterrestrepájaro! ^^



And I always find, yeah, I always find something wrong
You been putting up with my shit just way too long
I'm so gifted at finding what I don't like the most
So I think it's time for us to have a toast

Let's have a toast for the douchebags
Let's have a toast for the assholes
Let's have a toast for the scumbags
Every one of them that I know

Let's have a toast for the jerk-offs
That'll never take work off
Baby, I got a plan
Runaway fast as you can

She find pictures in my email
I sent this bitch a picture of my dick
I don't know what it is with females
But I'm not too good at that shit

See, I could have me a good girl
And still be addicted to them hood rats
And I just blame everything on you
At least you know that's what I'm good at

And I always find, yeah, I always find
Yeah, I always find something wrong
You been putting up with my shit just way too long
I'm so gifted at finding what I don't like the most
So I think it's time for us to have a toast

Let's have a toast for the douchebags
Let's have a toast for the assholes
Let's have a toast for the scumbags
Every one of them that I know

Let's have a toast for the jerk-offs
That'll never take work off
Baby, I got a plan
Runaway fast as you can

Runaway from me, baby
Runaway, runaway from me, baby
Runaway I'm about to get crazy, then runaway
Use the thug plan, runaway as fast as you can

Runaway from me, baby
Runaway, runaway from me, baby
Runaway, I'm about to get crazy
Why can't she just runaway?

Baby I got a plan, runaway as fast as you can

24/7, 365, pussy stays on my mind
I-I-I did it, alright, alright, I admit it
Now pick your next move
You could leave or live with it

Ichabod Crane with that motherfucking top off
Split and go where? Back to wearing knockoffs, ha, ha
Knock it off, Neiman's, shop it off
Let's talk over Mai Tai's, waitress, top it off

Ho's like vultures, wanna fly in your Freddy loafers
You can't blame 'em, they ain't never seen Versace sofas
Every bag, every blouse, every bracelet
Comes with a price tag, baby, face it

You should leave if you can't accept the basics
Plenty ho's in the baller-nigger matrix
Invisibly set, the Rolex is faceless
I'm just young, rich and tasteless, P

Never was much of a romantic
I could never take the intimacy
And I know it did damage
'Cause the look in your eyes is killing me

I guess you knew another vantage
'Cause you could blame me for everything
And I don't know how I'ma manage
If one day you just up and leave

And I always find, yeah, I always find something wrong
You been putting up with my shit just way too long
I'm so gifted at finding what I don't like the most
So I think it's time for us to have a toast

Let's have a toast for the douchebags
Let's have a toast for the assholes
Let's have a toast for the scumbags
Every one of them that I know

Let's have a toast for the jerk-offs
That'll never take work off
Baby, I got a plan
Runaway fast as you can

CANCIÓN DEL DÍA: Hello Good Morning

BUENASSSSSSSSS!!! YA ESTOY AQUÍIIIIII!!!

Ayer tenía pensao actualizar pero... pfffffff estaba reventao como pa ponerme a buscar una canción

No sé cómo terminasteis, si en vuestra casa, en la de vuestro tío, en la calle, o en otro país, sólo espero que ya esteis todos como yo, descansaetes y ahora viene lo chungo que es centrarse que en una semana vuelta a la rutina =(

He decidido que la primera canción de este 2.011 (no me gusta nada el nº, ¿eh? una amiga mía decía que no le gustan los años impares, a mí me dan suerte, pero es que el nº del año es feo que te cagas, vaya... =Z)

LO DICHO!!! La canción elegida para abrir el año es "Hello Good Morning" de mi grupo revelación de este año: Diddy-Dirty Money en un remix con Rick Ross y la rapera (revelación del año también) Nicki Minaj

Hay que decirlo... Nicki Minaj lo parte en esta canción. Ya está, nada más que decir XDDDD

Espero que os guste y a empezar el añoooo!!! ^^



Hello Good morning tell me what the lip read
Pretty face, thin waist with the sick weave
First time fish tailing in the 6 speed
Real bad boy tell'em come and get me
I'm at the fight, been kinda like Bellmen
Only took the trip to the truck twice
Unpacked the Mac 11 and air max’s
Stuff six figures in my damn air mattress
Uh, I’m in love with large bills
A dime with a fat ass, thin waist and tall heels
Yeah, it’s the teflon Don,
Hundred carrots in the charm tryna give it back to Sean.

Hello, Good morning
Let's go, let's ride,
Hello, Good morning
Hello, Good morning
Know you’ve been waiting for it
’Cause I seen you watching
So let's go
Let's get it popping

Cause I’ve been leaning on the bar
Looking cleaner than the star
All these broads wont give me my props
25 on the bank I be stunting on there ass
And they mad cause the b-tch won’t stop

Got your boyfriend feeling like a groupie?
(you know, you know, we know, we on that)
Stuntin like you looking like a movie?
(you know, you know, we know, we on that)
And everybody know who the truth be?
(you know, you know, we know, we on that)
I blow cause I’m blowing on the ohh wee?
(you know, you know, we know, we on that)
Hello

I came up in it a little bit self centered
But did I kill a Queen
Alexander McQueen’s got a wrist on glow
The bottles is on po’
Got that shibby shibby yeah shibby yeah ayou!
What the f-ck I look like b-tch I run this town
I ain't coming out for less than a 100 thou
Man, the last time I checked I was bubbling out
Got to turn down shows, out in Dublin now
Wait wait hold on, maybe they didn’t get that here
Like 11 hundred horses when I switch that gear
Swerve on them sorta like I missed that dear
Press that little button on the sit back chair
B-tch I do it lyricsmusicvideo.blogspot.com cause I get it
I got billion dollar credit
If you got a million dollars you could put it up and bet it
I just be like hello hello but I never could salute them
Young money, I do it for the yout dem!

Hello, Good morning
Let's go, lets ride,
Hello, Good morning
Hello, Good evening
You blow, you feindin’
’Cause you know that your really needed
And I’m the one that you wanna be with
but right now baby you dreaming
wake up and turn the lights off

Cause I’ve been leaning on the bar
Looking cleaner than the star
All these broads wont give me my props
25 on the bank I be stunting on there ass
And they mad cause the b-tch won’t stop

Got your boyfriend feeling like a groupie?
(you know, you know, we know, we on that)
Stuntin like you looking like a movie?
(you know, you know, we know, we on that)
And everybody know who the truth be?
(you know, you know, we know, we on that)
I blow cause I’m blowing on the ohh wee?
(you know, you know, we know, we on that)
Hello

Hello, Good morning
Let's go, Let's work,
Hello, Good morning
Let's go, let's work,
Hello,
Turn me up a little bit more, I don’t think they can hear me
Check this out
Bad Boy b-tch
Let's work
Come on, let's work
Non-stop let's rock let's work
Make you feel good too
Don't stop I see you let's work
It’s that dirty money

Uh, How fly is he
Your baby momma cry for me like Jodeci
So how you not notice me
Pull up to the club in the coldest V
Uh, literally though little did he know how that n-gga Diddy flow
How that n-gga Diddy go so hard like a crowbar still getting dough
Woah, woah, woah

Yeah I like this, can you feel it
Nothing can save ya
It's that Dirty money

Got your boyfriend feeling like a groupie?
(you know, you know, we know, we on that)
Stuntin like you looking like a movie?
(you know, you know, we know, we on that)
And everybody know who the truth be?
(you know, you know, we know, we on that)
I blow cause I’m blowing on the ohh wee?
(you know, you know, we know, we on that)

Hello, good morning
Hello, good morning
Hello

My name is Nicki Minaj
That's Diddy
Dirty Money
Bad boy