Bom gente....jáh q naum consigo colocar foto...vo escrever msm....sóh q nem sei uq!!!kkkkkkkk

Hoje...levantei cedinho e fui comprar pirulito....tudo por culpa do Sidney...que ontem fiko me passando vontade na web cam...mais blz..pelo menos matei a vontade...rsssss

Coloquei crédito no meu cel (alelúia!kkkk)....mandei umas mensagens pro Higor.. (tava te devendo néh Higor?!!!)...e ainda tenho q ligar pra Karla...q ela viajo e pediu pra mim liga pra ela...

Putz...faltam 18 dias pras aulas comessarem d novo....esses dias passaram taom rápido...(só pq num tava no colegio ne, rsss)....mais reencontrei um monti di gente q eu num falava desde as férias do final do ano passado ;P...o Lucas por exemplo...o Jean bxt...e tbm conheci gente nova..hehehe

Uh,,,que estranho...hoje finalmente consegui o msn do Diego láh do colégio...ns..na net ele é mtu diferente do Diego lá da sala....rsss...agente teve uma converssa civilizada...kkkkkk...ele até me passo o tel dele ( até d casa, uh)...e flo q eu podia ter add ele a mais tempo...pq o povo fez mta farra nas férias...e ele qria q agente se encontrasse antes dele viajár... :P~ incrível como parece q todo mundo tem alguma coisa interessante pra fazer nas férias menos eu...hehehehe...tá todo mnudo viajando...saindo..curtindo...e eu aki só morgando em ksa...mais eu voh cobra da minha mãe uns livros q ela me prometeu...e tbm voh da um jeito d sair d casa um poko...nem q seja pra i no shopping anda atoa...ou intaum cinema...

ainda falta tbm o encontro ;P com o Higor e o Guilherme....e mais um pessoal ae...kkkkkk...(mamãe me mata :p~~)

Poxa...axo q num tenho mais nd a declarar naum...kkkkkk...e valeu a tds q comentaram no post passado....

Bjox....

OBS:MAIS UMA LETRA D MÚSICA DO LP

Numb/Encore (feat. Jay-Z)

Linkin Park

Composição: Jay-z / Mike Shinoda / Chester Bennington

Yeah
Thank you, thank you, thank you
You for to come
Haha
Uh, yeah
Ready?
Let’s go

Can I get a encore? Do you want more?
Cookin’ raw with the Brooklyn boy
So, for one last time, I need y’all to roar
Now, what the hell are you waiting for?
After me, there shall be no more
So, for one last time, nigga, make some noise

Get ‘em, Jay

Who you know fresher than Hov? Riddle me that
The rest of y’all know where I’m lyrically at
Can’t none of y’all mirror me back
Yeah, hearin’ me rap is like hearin’ G. Rap in his prime
I’m young H.O.: Rap’s Grateful Dead
Back to take over the globe—now break bread
I’m in Boeing jets, Global Express
Out the country but the blueberry still connect
On the low but the yacht got a triple deck
But when you young what the fuck you expect? (yep, yep)
Grand openin’—grand closin’
God damn, your man Hov cracked the can open again
Who you gon’ find doper than him with no pen?
Just draw off inspiration
Soon you gon’ see you can’t replace him (him)
With cheap imitations for these generations

Can I get a encore? Do you want more?
Cookin’ raw with the Brooklyn boy
So, for one last time, I need y’all to roar
Now, what the hell are you waiting for?
After me, there shall be no more
So, for one last time, nigga, make some noise
What the hell are you waiting for

Look what you made me do, look what I made for you
Knew if I paid my dues how will they pay you?
When you first come in the game they try to play you
Then you drop a couple of hits—look how they wave to you
From Marcy to Madison Square
To the only thing that matters in just a matter of years (yeah)
As fate would have it Jay’s status appears
To be at an all-time high—perfect time to say goodbye
When I come back like Jordan wearin’ the four-five
It ain’t to play games with you
It’s to aim at you—probably maim you
If I owe you I’ll blow you to smithereens
Cocksucka’, take one for your team
And I need you to remember one thing (one thing)
I came, I saw, I conquered
From record sales to sold-out concerts
So mo’fucka’, if you want this encore
I need you to scream ‘til your lungs get sore

I’m tired of being what you want me to be
Feeling so faithless
Lost under the surface
Don’t know what you’re expecting of me
Put under the pressure
Of walking in your shoes
[Caught in the undertow/
Just caught in the undertow]
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
[Caught in the undertow/
Just caught in the undertow]
And every second I waste is more than I can take

I’ve become so numb
I can’t feel you there
Become so tired
So much more aware
I’m becoming this
All I want to do
Is be more like me
And be less like you

I’ve become so numb
Can I get a encore? Do you want more? (more)
I’ve become so numb
So, for one last time, I need y’all to roar
One last time, I need y’all to roar

Bom gente....desculpa se isso aki táh meio "feim"...mais sou nova por aki....nem sei como se usa isso....mais jájá eu aprendo..hehehehe; Karaka...num consegui nem colocar foto....kkkkkk

De comço...voh colocar uma letra d uma música q eu adoro...espero q seis gostem!!!!!!!!!

Jigga What/Faint (feat. Jay-Z)

Linkin Park

Composição: Desconhecido

Uh, uh, Jigga What?
Uh, uh, Jigga Who?
Uh, uh, Jigga What?
Uh, uh, Jigga Who?
Uh, uh, Jigga What?

You gonna need a vocal here right?

Motherfuckers wanna act loco, hit 'em wit', numerous
shots with the fo'-fo'
Faggots runnin' to the Po-Po's, smoke 'em like cocoa
Fuck rap, coke by the boatload
Fuck dat, on the run-by, gun high, one eye closed
Left holes through some guy clothes
Stop your bullshittin', glock with the full clip
Motherfuckers better duck when the fool spit
One shot could make a nigga do a full flip
See the nigga layin' shocked when the bullet hit
And hey ma, how you, know nigga'z wanna buy you
But see me I wanna fuck for free, like Akinyele
Take this ride 'til you feel it inside ya belly
If it's tight get the K-Y Jelly
All night get you wide up inside the telly
Side to side, 'til you say Jay-Z you're too much for me

I am
A little bit of loneliness a little bit of disregard
Handful of complaints but I can’t help the fact
That everybody can see these scars
I am
What I want you to want what I want you to feel
But it's like no matter what I do I can't convince you
To just believe this is real
So I
Let go watching you turn your back like you always do
Face away and pretend that I'm not
But I'll be here cause your all that I've got

Got a condo with nuttin' but condoms in it
The same place where the rhymes is invented
So all I do is rap and sex, imagine how I stroke
See how I was flowin' on my last cassette?
Rapid-fire like I'm blastin a tec, never jam though
Never get high, never run out of ammo
Nigga'z hatin' 'n' shit cause I slayed your bitch
You know your favorite, I know it made you sick
And now you're, actin' raw but you never had war
Don't know how to carry your hoe, wanna marry your hoe
Now she's mad at me, cause your majesty, just happened to be
A pimp with a tragedy
She wanted, us to end, cause I fucked her friend
She gave me one more chance and I fucked her again
I seen her tears as she busted in, I said
"Shit there's a draft, shut the door bitch and come on in!"

I am
A little bit insecure a little unconfident
Cause you don't understand I do what I can
But sometimes I don't make sense
I am
What you never wanna say but I've never had a doubt
It's like no matter what I do I can't convince you
For once just to hear me out
So I
Let go watching you turn your back like you always do
Face away and pretend that I'm not
But I'll be here 'cause you’re all that I've got

I can't feel the way I did before
Don't turn your back on me
I won't be ignored
Time won't heal this damage anymore
Don't turn your back on me
I won't be ignored

Now
Hear me out now
You're gonna listen to me, like it or not
Right now
Hear me out now
You're gonna listen to me, like it or not
Right now

I can't feel the way I did before
Don't turn your back on me
I won't be ignored

I can't feel the way I did before
Don't turn your back on me
I won't be ignored
Time won't heal this damage anymore
Don't turn your back on me
I won't be ignored

I can't feel
Don't turn your back on me
I won't be ignored
Time won't heal
Don't turn your back on me
I won't be ignored