Em Azadîxwaz In - Delîl Dîlanar

Oh, I say, you've been misled You've been had You've been took Someone's knockin' at the door Somebody's ringin' the bell Someone's knockin' at the door Somebody's ringin' the bell Do me a favour Open the door and let 'em in Ooh, child, let the beautiful people in Someone's knockin' at the door Somebody's ringin' the bell Someone's knockin' at the door Someone's layin' on the bed Do me a favor Open the door and let 'em in Ooh child, let the soul of people in Pauly Williams was my twin Elijah Malcolm, still our friend Brother Martin, we can't forget John Bobby Maker Louis Armstrong oh, oh Lord, now, y'all Let the folks in, need to see my twin Let the folks in, they be washing their sins We hold these truths to be self-evident That all men are created equal and endowed by the Creator With certain inalienable rights When these rights are destroyed over long periods of time It is your duty To destroy or abolish that government Pauly Williams was my twin Elijah Malcolm, still our friend Brother Martin, we can't forget John Bobby Maker Louis Armstrong Ah, ah, ah, Lord now Let the folks in, I wanna see my twin Let the folks in, we gonna sit in my den Well America is in a unique position She's the only country in history in a position Actually to become involved in a blood-less revolution The only we way we're gonna solve it We gotta unite us We gotta work together in unity and harmony Pauly Williams was my twin Elijah Malcolm, still my friend Brother Martin, we can't forget John Bobby Maker Louis Armstrong oh, oh Right now Someone's knockin' at the door Somebody's ringin' the bell, they push it hard Somebody's ringing it, Lord Somebody's ringin' the bell, they kickin' hard Do me a favor Open the door and let folks in Let the folks in, let the folks in, let the folks in Somebody better open the door Somebody's ringin' the bell Somebody better open the door Somebody's ringin' the bell Do me a favor, do me a favor Open up your door, open up your door And let the soul of people in Gotta let the soul in, let the soul in One at a time I have a dream this afternoon That the brotherhood of man will become a reality in this day With this faith I will go out and carve a tunnel of hope Through the mountain of despair With this faith, I will go out with you And transform dark yesterdays into bright tomorrows With this faith We will be able to achieve this new day When all of God's children Black men and white men Jews and Gentiles Protestants and Catholics Will be able to join hands and sing With the Negroes in the spiritual of old Free at last, free at last Thank God almighty, we are free at last Somebody's knocking on my door Somebody's ringing my bell Somebody's knocking on my door Somebody's ringing my bell Somebody do me the favor do me the favour Give it a chance And let the people walk in I wanna see their face I wanna see who it is

Someone's knockin' at the door Somebody's ringin' the bell Someone's knockin' at the door Somebody's ringin' the bell Do me a favour, open the door And let 'em in, ooh, yeah Someone's knockin' at the door Somebody's ringin' the bell Someone's knockin' at the door Somebody's ringin' the bell Do me a favour, open the door And let 'em in, yeah, let 'em in Sister Suzy, Brother John Martin Luther, Phil and Don Brother Michael, Auntie Gin Open the door, let 'em in Oh, yeah Sister Suzy, Brother John Martin Luther, Phil and Don Uncle Ernie, Auntie Gin Open the door, let 'em in, oh, yeah Someone's knockin' at the door Somebody's ringin' the bell Someone's knockin' at the door Somebody's ringin' the bell Do me a favour, open the door And let 'em in, ooh yeah, yeah, let 'em in Sister Suzy, Brother John Martin Luther, Phil and Don Uncle Ernie, Uncle Ian Open the door, let 'em in, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah Someone's knockin' at the door Somebody's ringin' the bell Someone's knockin' at the door Somebody's ringin' the bell Do me a favour, open the door And let 'em in, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

G. Ry got me Hit-Boy on the beat so, bitch, you gotta go berserk (yeah, yeah, okay, hmm) Sometimes you need a friend Not the ones that just show up and don't put nothin' in You know the ones that lend a hand and wanna see you win When you come up on a lick, make sure you cut 'em in And then, huh Sometimes you need a foe (you need a foe) One that keep your eyes open, keep you on your toes You know the ones that wanna keep you where you been before But I can't go (no, I can't go) No, I can't go (no, I can't go) And woah, huh Sometimes I need a check Not the sneakers but the ones that make you watch your step Fuck your chain, fuck your name, how 'bout your respect? Givin' more than what I get, expectin' nothing back In fact (nothing back) You know I sat down with my accountant He said, "I got good news and I got bad news" (okay) I said, "What's the good news?" He said, "The good news is you made a lot" (whoa, okay) I said, "What's the bad news?" "The bad news is you spent more" (What's wrong) Okay, oh, shit, look Sometimes you need the faith (you need to pray) Sometimes you need to know your worth Sometimes you need to wait (may need to pray) Shoot like the Golden Boy, but ain't from the Bay (I make it rain) You can't negotiate with Dre, you gon' have to pay, but wait Juggin' on the main stage, fuckin' up the main frame Loosen up your face, baby Sometimes I need a vacay (it's the biggest) Meditate, hydrate Protect my energy (huh) before engagement Grew up havin' nothing, you're labeled impatient (huh) But once the boss made it, you labeled amazin' Meticulous with words, that's your force of nature (boss) I don't wanna seem absurd, but that boy's a gangster Foc-focusin' on me, way from Tel-Aviv (Tel-Aviv) Barbados with the hustle, pockets Elandis (woo) Distinctive destinations all I wanna see (see) Oceanfront residences, three different ones a week 'Cause I deserve that (deserve that) It's time to learn that (learn that) Mess around and put that thing up where your perm at (your perm at) Six figures every year, yeah, I earned that (I earned that) At the front of this line is where my turn at (huh) Sometimes you need a friend Not the ones that just show up and don't put nothin' in You know the ones that lend a hand and wanna see you win When you come up on a lick, make sure you cut 'em in And then, huh Sometimes you need a foe Oh Men gon' lie (oh), women gon' lie (oh) You lookin' for the truth, then the numbers don't hide (oh) Lookin' for the root of all evil, then you need to go Open up the briefcase, see it with your eyes (oh) Everybody claim to be greatest of all times But they never spend a day in the rain in the front line (no lie, no lie) Uh, stop playin' on my phoneline Shoot, lock and load, pull up in the space coupe With the roof optional, wonder why they follow suit I've been groomed from the womb, came out of my mama coochie With some brand new tennis shoes, faster than the speedin' bullet Nah, nah, nah, it's cool, it's cool, it's cool (don't play with it, baby) Say what you gon' do with that (stop playin' with it, baby) Turn around, if you don't do it now (don't play with it, baby) Exactly (yeah) 'Cause you're not built like that (it's not a game)

You can take the moon, gather up the stars And the robins that sing merrily Put 'em in a box, tie 'em with a ribbon Throw 'em in the deep blue sea You can take the flowers, down in lovers lane And that sentimental poetry Put 'em in a box, tie 'em with a ribbon Throw 'em in the deep blue sea Not for me, all that stuff The dreams that ruin your sleep Not for me, had enough Love is one thing you can keep You can take the plans and the wedding bells And whoever sings, "Oh, promise me" Put 'em in a box, tie 'em with a ribbon Throw 'em in the deep blue sea 'Cause love and I we don't agree Hansoms through the park, kisses in the dark All the promises made faithfully Put 'em in a box, tie 'em with a ribbon Throw 'em in the deep blue sea And you won't go wrong if you take a song Sung by Frankie Boy or Mr. C Put 'em in a box, tie 'em with a ribbon Throw 'em in the deep blue sea Not for me, all that stuff Not for me, had enough You know what to do with good old tea for two And the girl for you, the boy for me Put 'em in a box, tie 'em with a ribbon Throw 'em in the deep blue sea 'Cause love and I we don't agree

(Prodigy) Yeah, yeah. Payback. (Hook: Prodigy) - repeat 2X Infamous up in this, you know how we get down Is that yo' hoe? She feelin' our style We come through the spot real heavy on the waist So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place (Prodigy) Yo, I was schooled by the hood, raised by the wolves Trained by the pain, adopted by guerillas Gotta tank for a car, ice for a arm Got tattoos wit' skin and scars from brawls Gotta buildin' for a crib, Manhattan for a backyard Skyscraper ladies, they fuck me when they man gone Kings of New York, I'm one of the few of those Difficulties to come, it's gon' be funerals You get a quiet spot in the shade, for a grave I get paid, 'cause I got murder 'fore sixteen And I'm so much rich, I got a condo for a piggy bank So much stash, I just laugh at yo' face Blow a stack on David, 'cause I'ma pyro Maniac from carriage, wit' the Rolls Gold I was told by the O.G.'s like my Pops If you can't whip they ass, then niggaz get shot (shot, shot) (Hook) - repeat 2X (Havoc) Waist. yo, I was raised by the block and new to the sound of the gun shots Hustled by the bus stop, aged to the front stop Block party departed, somebody got bodied Right before I snatch this little number from my hottie Yeah, young dude wit' jewels and barrel lens Heavy bones on the deuce, flickin' it up in the mix Fast forward to '06, gettin' head in the '06 Have a chick, feelin' like she workin' out on that Bow-Flex I'm focused, looked through my lens, see my vision Surprise myself and came through without one spool missin' From that hallway kissin', there was room in the Carlton I can smell it in the air, P in that next room sparkin' Me, I let that heady flow, meet me at the tele' hoe You don't do the tele', oh, fuck it bitch you gotta go Workin' wit' a lot of dough, and a little bit of time Bitch I wanna fuck, I don't wanna know what's on ya mind (Hook) - repeat 2X (Prodigy) Yeah, I know you can't believe it. WHOO! We still soakin' it all in ourselves Hollywood Hav' (yeah nigga), V.I.P. (yeah) It's our means. Curtis. "Billion Dollar Budget" Jackson Go 'head be mad at that man, he the one made us rich You ain't the only millionaires on the block no more Ya money is old nigga. smell that? That's new money nigga We filthy rotten rich. (yeah) and we taken advantage (let's do it) G-Unit, Infamous Mobb Deep {*Prodigy making gun noises*}

Não te desanimes Não temas mal algum A luta logo passa E a alegria cedo vem Tem Alguém chamado Cristo Sempre vai te consolar Se o coração está ferido levante as mãos e diz Eu sei que eu tudo posso Eu posso suportar Não me importa o que me aconteça Estou em Tuas mãos Não te desanimes Não temas mal algum A luta logo passa E a alegria cedo vem Tem Alguém chamado Cristo Sempre vai te consolar Se o coração está ferido levante as mãos e diz Eu sei que eu tudo posso Eu posso suportar Não me importa o que me aconteça Estou em Tuas mãos (Com Cristo tudo posso) Eu posso suportar Não me importa o que me aconteça Estou em Tuas mãos E quando a luta vem Parecendo não ter fim E logo seus amigos querem te abandonar Tem Alguém chamado Cristo Sempre vai te consolar Se o coração está ferido levante as mãos e diz Eu sei que eu tudo posso Eu posso suportar Não me importa o que me aconteça Estou em Tuas mãos (Com Cristo tudo posso) Eu posso suportar Não me importa o que me aconteça Estou em Tuas mãos (Eu sei que tudo posso) Eu posso suportar Não me importa o que me aconteça