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[Hook: Pink]
You can sound the alarm
You can call out your guards
You can fence in your yard
You can hold all the cards
But I won’t back down
Oh no, I won’t back down, oh no

[Verse 1: Eminem]
Cadillac Sevilles, coupe DeVilles
Brain-dead rims, yeah, stupid wheels
Girl, I’m too for real, lose your tooth-and-nail
Tryna fight it, try to deny it, stupid you will feel
What I do, I do at will
Shootin’ from the hip, yeah boy, I shoot to kill
Half a breath left on my death-bed
Screaming, “F that!” – yeah, super-ill
Baby, what the deal? We can chill
Split a half a pill and a Happy Meal
Fuck a steak slut, I’ll cut my toes off
And step on the receipt ‘fore I foot the bill
Listen, garden tool, don’t make me introduce you
To my power tool, you know the fuckin’ drill
How you douchebags feel knowin’ you’re disposable?
Summer’s Eve, Massengill
Shady’s got the mass appeal
Baby, crank the shit, ’cause it’s your goddamn jam
You said that you want your punchlines a little more compact—well, shorty, I’m that man
These other cats ain’t metaphorically where I’m at, man
I gave Bruce Wayne a Valium
And said: “Settle your fuckin’ ass down!
I’m ready for combat, man!”
Get it? Calm Batman, nah
Ain’t nobody who’s as bomb and as nuts
Lines are like Mom’s CAT-scans
‘Cause they fuckin’ go bananas
Honey, I applaud that ass
Swear to God, man, these broads can’t dance
Ma, show them how it’s done
Spaz like a goddamn Taz, yeah

[Hook: Pink]
You can sound the alarm
You can call out your guards
You can fence in your yard
You can hold all the cards
But I won’t back down
Oh no, I won’t back down, oh no

[Verse 2: Eminem]
Girl, shake that ass like a donkey with Parkinson’s
Make like Michael J. Fox is in your drawers
Playin’ with an etch-a-sketch
Bet you that you’ll never guess
Who’s knockin’ at your door, people hit the floors
Yeah, tonight, ladies, you gonna get divorced
Girl, forget remorse, I’ma hit you broads
With Chris’s force like you pissed him off
Talented with the tongue, mothafucka
You ain’t got a lick in yours
Hittin’ licks like I’m robbin’ liquor stores
Makin’ cash registers shit their drawers
Think you spit the rawest?
I’m an uncooked slab of beef layin’ on your kitchen floor
In other words, I’m off the meat rack
Bring the beat back, bring in two extension cords
I’ma measure my dick—shit, I need six inches more
Fuck, my dick’s big, bitch, need I remind you
That I don’t need the fuckin’ swine flu to be a sick pig?
You’re addicted, I’m dope
I’m the longest needle around here—need a fix, ock?
I’m the big shot—get it, dick-snots?
You’re just small pokes, little pricks
Girl, you think that other prick’s hot?
I’ll drink gasoline and eat a lit match
Before I sit back and let him get hotter
Better call the cops on him quick, fast
Shady’s right back on your bitch-ass
White trash with a half a six-pack in his hatchback
Trailer hitch attached to the back, dispatch

[Hook: Pink]
You can sound the alarm
You can call out your guards
You can fence in your yard
You can hold all the cards
But I won’t back down
Oh no, I won’t back down, oh no

[Verse 3: Eminem]
Bitch, am I the reason that your boyfriend stopped rappin’?
Does a bird chirp? Does Lil’ Wayne slurp ‘zurp
‘Til he burps and smoke purp?
Does a word search get circles wrapped around it
Like you do when I come through?
I’d like you to remind yourself of what the fuck I can do
When I’m on the mic
Oh, you’re the kind of girl that I could take a likin’ to
Psych! I’m spikin’ you like a football
Been this way since I stood a foot tall
You’re a good catch with a shitty spouse
Got a pretty mouth and a good jaw
Give me good brain, watch the wood-grain
Don’t want no cum stain—bitch, you listenin’?
Tryin’ to turn me down, slut, I’m talkin’ to you
Turn me back up! Are you insane?!
Tryin’ to talk over me in the car
Shut the fuck up while my shit’s playin’!
I’m a shit stain on the underwear of life
What’s the saying? Where there’s thunder, there is light-
-ning and they say that it never strikes twice in the same place, so how the fuck have I been hit six times
In three different locations on four separate occasions?
And you can bet your stankin’ ass
That I’ve come to smash everything in my path
Fork was in the road, took the psycho path
Poison Ivy wouldn’t have me thinkin’ rash
So hit the dance-floor, cutie, while I do my duty
On this microphone; shake your booty, shorty!
I’m the shit—why you think Proof used to call me "Doody"?

[Hook: Pink]
You can sound the alarm
You can call out your guards
You can fence in your yard
You can hold all the cards
But I won’t back down
Oh no, I won’t back down, oh no

I’m dreaming tonight of the place I love
Even more then I usually do
And although I know it’s a long road back
This I promise you

Well, I’ll be home for Christmas
You can plan on me
So please have snow and lots of mistletoe
And presents under the tree

Oh Christmas Eve will find me
Where the love life is
I’ll be home for Christmas
If only in my dreams

You know Christmas Eve will find me
Where the love life is
Darling I’ll be home for Christmas
If only in my dreams
Oh if only in my dreams

[Intro: Jillian Hervey & Moe Moks]
We live, we live
We live, we live young

[Verse 1: Jillian Hervey]
Fly high like I’m NASA
Pull my hips like the salsa
I’m like butter on a lobster
We live, we live
Got me singin’ like I’m Chaka
Ooh I’m workin’ in mi casa
Young queen Cleopatra

[Pre-Chorus: Jillian Hervey & Moe Moks]
We live, we live
We live, we live young
We live, we live
We live, we live young

[Chorus: Jillian Hervey]
All these spaceships and rockets (high)
Got me feelin’ high (high)
On my spaceship I’m rockin’ (high)
Fall into the sky (high)
Fall into the sky
Fall into the sky
Fall into the sky
Fall into the sky

[Verse 2: Moe Moks]
Congo, wear my rasta
Merengue with a [?]
We eat fishes with the pasta
We live, we live
Been feelin’ like a popstar
Heavy drinks, I’m a rockstar
The young king with the roadster

[Pre-Chorus: Jillian Hervey & Moe Moks]
We live, we live
We live, we live young
We live, we live
We live, we live young

[Chorus: Jillian Hervey]
All these spaceships and rockets (high)
Got me feelin’ high (high)
On my spaceship I’m rockin’ (high)
Fall into the sky (high)
Fall into the sky
Fall into the sky
Fall into the sky
Fall into the sky

[Outro: Jillian Hervey & Moe Moks]
We live, we live
High, high
High, high
I just want y’all to chill to record
We live, we live young
[?] to this
We live, we live
[?] to this
We live, we live young
Sex and [?] to this
We live, we live
We live, we live young
We live, we live
We live, we live young
All these spaceships and rockets
High, high
High, high

[Verse 1: Ed Sheeran]
I found a love for me
Oh darling, just dive right in and follow my lead
Well, I found a girl, beautiful and sweet
Oh, I never knew you were the someone waiting for me
‘Cause we were just kids when we fell in love
Not knowing what it was
I will not give you up this time
But darling, just kiss me slow, your heart is all I own
And in your eyes, you’re holding mine

[Chorus: Ed Sheeran]
Baby, I’m dancing in the dark with you between my arms
Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favourite song
When you said you looked a mess, I whispered underneath my breath
But you heard it, darling, you look perfect tonight

[Verse 2: Andrea Bocelli]
Sei la mia donna
La forza delle onde del mare
Cogli i miei sogni e i miei segreti molto di più
Spero che un giorno, l’amore che ci ha accompagnato
Diventi casa, la mia famiglia, diventi noi
E siamo sempre bambini ma
Nulla è impossibile
Stavolta non ti lascerò
Mi baci piano ed io torno ad esistere
E nel tuo sguardo crescerò

[Chorus 2: Andrea Bocelli]
Ballo con te, nell’oscurità
Stretti forte e poi, a piedi nudi noi
Dentro la nostra musica
Ti ho guardato ridere e sussurando ho detto:
"Tu stasera, vedi, sei perfetta per me"

[Chorus 3: Ed Sheeran & Andrea Bocelli]
Ballo con te, nell’oscurità
Stretti forte e poi, a piedi nudi noi
Dentro la nostra musica
Ho creduto sempre in noi
Perché sei un angelo e io ti ho aspettato
Quanto ti ho aspettato
Perché tu stasera sei perfetta per me

Azealia Banks is considering suing Remy Ma.

The social media beef between Azealia and Remy has grown to new heights with threats of lawsuits getting into the mix. In case you haven’t been following the beef, the two female rappers butt heads on Instagram last week over their perceived inability to remove the Nicki Minaj cloud from over their respective careers. That’s what most hip hop fans concluded, because what else could these two be beefing over.

We all know how petty Remy Ma can get judging from her “shETHER” diss track against Nicki Minaj earlier this year. It didn’t take too long for her to went HAM on Azealia Banks and even went as far as to released some private conversations between the two of them discussing Nicki. It didn’t stopped there, the Love and Hip Hop New York star also leaked some private photos allegedly sent to her by Banks, who has now come forward denying that the photos belong to her.

“Just realizing that I can sue Remy Ma for trying to paint me in a false light,” the Harlem rapper wrote. “Those pictures were not of my vagina yet she showed them to the world trying to say it was.I responded to something she said publicly and her response was making a private conversation between the two of us public.”

She also pointed out to a recent law in New York where individuals can be sued for revenge porn and faces up to a year in prison and or a $1,000 fine. Remy Ma is still on parole so any new legal problems for her could cause a ripple effects. It’s unclear of the threats are serious or perhaps Banks is just using it as leverage to get the “All The Way Up” rapper to ease up off her.