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Letra Mc Lon – Tudo C

Carro claro, caro, chique
Considerado, conquiste
Camaro, corvette, convide
Com consciência conquiste
Clandestinatória convique
Capacidade capriche.(tudo c)

C, C, C
Confundiu, capiche
Catraca, caraca, camarada
Calça, carcaça, calma, causa
Cigarro causa catarro, catarata
Criatura cura
Carão, cara e cultura
Confundiram cabeça
Camareira cordão costura

Comendadores comendo camarões
Contando contêineres
Conquistados com canções

Criatura criada
Como cria criador
Conseguimos criar
Versuri-lyrics.info
Cada canto com computador
Clicou, cumpriu, compasso
Capacitei comparsa
Comandamos, conquistamos
Contando com cada caça

Comendadores comendo caviar
Claramente comemorando
Como campeões
Certamente conseguimos comunicar
Claro capitou
Conseguimos chegar
Claramente, chegou
Comove, controle coração
Com casa, cobertura
Comprei citroen
Corrente combina
Com casa, cobertura

55 contente
Criaram contenção
Capacitado com outra coisa
Careta, comédia
Cagueta, ccc..
Mc Lon letras
Video C

Usher is facing a damning scandal after reports surfaced claiming that he settled a $1.1 million lawsuit for giving bridesmaid herpes.

The R&B singer, real name Usher Raymond, became a trending topic on Twitter after Radar Online published the story. According to the site, Usher paid $1.1 million to an unnamed ex-girlfriend/side chick to settle a lawsuit for exposing her to herpes. The female who was not identified reportedly was a celebrity stylist.

The lawsuit reveals that Usher was “exposed to herpes” around 2009 or 2010. The report even gets more damning by claiming that the singer had a “greenish discharge” from his penis at the time that was later found to be the sexually-transmitted disease. All of that was details were revealed in the court document. The court docs claimed that Usher told the stylist about the disease and convinced her that he was tested negative for the STD. They then had unprotected sex and she contracted herpes.

“Believing Raymond’s statements that it had been nothing and cleared up, [she] continued her relationship,” the unnamed female’s attorney said in the lawsuit. She also detailed the first time that she started feeling sick which occurred three weeks after they started having unprotected sex. She said that she woke up in the night with a fever of a “100 degrees” and started having aches and pains all over her body including a headache.

The female filed the lawsuit in Los Angeles where sexual partners are required by law to inform each other of any STD. Usher has since apologized for infecting her with Herpes and settled her lawsuit for $1.1 million on December 28, 2012. On a side note, “Let It Burn” is now trending on Twitter and fans are going in. Usher filed for divorce from his now ex-wife Tameka Foster in June 2009 after she claimed that he cheated on her with her bridesmaids.

JOCKO SIMS
Head Up Lyrics

Violent aint what im trying to be
But this violence follows me
Never had money for a P.H.D
Now I get money when i make these beats
Give to my hood, Renovate these streets
Speak from my heart motivate my peeps
Everyday i struggle trying to find some peace
Never had shit, Never be shit
But i keep my head up
Nigga gotta get that cheese
Livin a dream
Its alright
But it aint all good, We misunderstood
So bound to repeat the same ol things
Same ol ghetto 20″ rims on on the whip, gold chains, and a Diamond Ring
Smoking that shit, selling crack cocaine
Tatoo’s of the dead homies
Mostly poor broke and lonley
Never made it past the age of 18
Thats why brothers like me get locked up, Man just live shackled, In handcuffs pants saggin
Packed up in the back of the wagon, Dawg get off me, Your killin me softly, Brush it off me, Speak like I know
But I gotta go
5-0, wanna freeze my pay roll (oh)
Its unlikely that i do the right thing like Spike, Nigga’s too caught up
Look at all us, Want to ball up
to the club, in the mall up, till we fall up
Im lost trying to find my way back home
I’ve been gone for way too long,
I was a king, now im back claim my throne
my black pain and my black family that I was taken from

-Verse 2-

Always dreamin, Tired of scheming, Theres no hope for me
I’m born to struggle, That’s the only way I see
I just wanna do right
The Lord gave me this life
Everyday is a fight
But I still keep my head high

-Chorus-
Head up
Nigga gotta get that cheese
Livin a dream
Its alright
But it aint all good, We misunderstood
So bound to repeat the same ol things
Same ol ghetto 20″ rims on on the whip, gold chains, and a Diamond Ring
Smoking that shit, selling crack cocaine

Tatoo’s of the dead homies man

(Uh)
No time to think, Take a deep breath don’t forget to speak
Pray to the Lord my life to keep, Been through a lot of trouble way too deep
Down in my soul but I gotta flow speak
what I know always be quick, Never too slow
Trying to tell nigga’s how to run the show, How to do well, How to blow up
Nigga grow up, Throw your hands up, If you feel me
Po-po’s out still trying to kill me
The real me’s, just still wondering why I have to try
At God I cry
Doing the very best I can,
I’m the man, Nigga yes I am Nigga
That I am, Nigga gotta be proud
gotta be loud, Never be quiet

(But)Violent aint what im trying to be
But this violence follows me
Never had money for a P.H.D
Now I get money when i make these beats
Give to my hood, Renovate these streets
Speak from my heart motivate my peeps
Everyday i struggle trying to find some peace
Never had shit, Never be shit
But i keep my head up
Nigga gotta get that cheese
Livin a dream
Its alright
But it aint all good, We misunderstood
So bound to repeat the same ol things
Same ol ghetto 20″ rims on on the whip, gold chains, and a Diamond Ring
Smoking that shit, selling crack cocaine
Tatoo’s of the dead homies

Chorus

(Yeahhhhh)
(Ooohhh)
(Yeah, Yeah)
(Oh,Keep your head up, Oh,Keep your head up)
(Oh)
(Keep your head up)
(Oh)
(Keep your head up)
(Yeah)
(Ooo)

(Yeah)
(Yeeeahhh)

SHYHEIM
21st Century Crisis Lyrics

[Intro: Shyheim]
Flick up your lighters (yeah, uh)
Flick up your lighters (yeah, yeah, yeah, come on, Bottom Up! yeah)
Flick up your lighters (Ay, 2Pac already told y’all moron)
Who got beef, I’m just here to reinform my shit
You know, you done did Big, you done did Craig Mack
Man, you did Shyheim (New York, New York) You did the kid
That’s how we gon’ do it, we gon’ this real clever
From the Staten Island connection, oh

[Chorus: Shyheim]
I’m the 21st Century Crisis, run with two five-to-lifers
That buck at bikers, get booked on Riker’s
I’m the 21st Century Crisis, I’m a fighter
Flick up your lighters, for your nigga
With bigger website, despite us
I’m the 21st Century Crisis, run with two five-to-lifers
That buck at bikers, get booked on Riker’s
21st Century Crisis, I’m a fighter
Flick up your lighters, my nigga

[Shyheim]
I’m street intelligent
Puffin’ that drink with Lazanet, that get an elephant
Get out of line, like them little kid, colorin’
I body your ass, then bury your ass, then dig you
Back the f**k up, and shoot up your skeletons
For talkin’ all that jazz, like you Duke Ellington
I melt your shit, like when Sundew, people with no melennin
Shy, the 21st Century Crisis, spittin’ shit
And piss on rappers, like they C.O.’s on Riker’s
Death arrive, the last face you’ll ever see is Shy’s
And my hand’s wrapped around more necks than Armani ties
Came through in the M-5, tinted and kitted
The color of spinach, with Monica and Mya in it
I inspired, The Boy Is Mine Remix
And the begets on my wrists be the size of Cheez-It’s
I’ve been gettin’ it, ever since I could remember
That’s why I post a million dollar bail like Baretta
I crush your mic, I crush your mic twice
I move like Saddam, I got twenty look-a-likes
Wear twenty different color Nike’s
I’m like Ghost, I keep a bird on my arm flooded with ice

[Chorus]

[Interlude: Shyheim]
Yeah, flick up your lighters
It’s Bottom Up, nigga

[Shyheim]
I bust your head open, with an 40 ounce of Old English
Then be thinkin’ to myself, I could of, should of drinked it
As a man think of inner thoughts
So he in, deep inside your pudding, you don’t want it with kid
Who got it on with the dogs, and every jail of my bid
Had a scalpal put up my ass, not on no faggot shit
Twenty one guns a year, that’s what my average is
And I ain’t gon’ quit, until you get my enemies
The what? Out the whip, I’m the dude that they love to hate
Hate that they love, with too much street drama
To be in somebody’s club, so I’m cautious
Cuz I know shit that get funky, just like horse shit
Like I could be dead or in jail, by the morning
All everybody else’ll be doing is talking
About the unfortunate, let a couple years fly by
Everybody forget, it’s like you gone in the wind
You going to the pen, but y’all don’t hear me though
Let me say the shit again, like you gone in the wind
You going to the pen, twenty years will make a friend
One day to lose a friend, that’s why I speak less and listen more

[Chorus]

[Outro: Shyheim]
Flick up your lighters, flick up your lighters
I’m the 21st Century Crisis, and that means
Man, I’m bringing it back to New York
Staten Island, New York (put ten years on this beat)
Brooklyn, Queens, The Bronx, Manhattan, Uptown (cock that shit)
You know takin’ my early days, let’s take this shit back
New York, New York, that’s where I’m from

TO DIE ALONE
Vince Lyrics

Like a whisper
Or an echo of a ghost
That silence swept through our dim lit halls
That day you left
That day you took what can’t be taken back
Your life is such a tragic thing to waste
From hellos and handshakes in the hall
You were always there
I was always afraid
I’m sorry I wasn’t there
And I’m sorry for the things they must have said
I hope it haunts them ‘til the end