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MP3 : Mes Repères / Bii-bi-x3 ziik #1 De l'Or Fouiiny Baby ;) (2009)

Mes Repères / Bii-bi-x3 ziik #1    De l'Or Fouiiny Baby ;) (2009)

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  • Titre : Bii-bi-x3 ziik #1 De l'Or Fouiiny Baby ;)
  • Album : Mes Repères
  • Année : 2009

Paroles :

On a tous en nous cet or
Ce petit truc qui nous rend plus fort
On a tous en nous cet or
Cette lumière dans les yeux qui brille nous rend plus fort
(x2)


A mon dernier packtage, tu verras jamais 20 piges
C'est fout ce que les projets sont cotés, et que le temps se fige
J'aurais pu rester en bas, A vendre de la hija
Niker le halla halla, eh, eh, eh
Jsuis rester debout jsuis ce diamant dans la boue
Tous dans la merde, on serre les coudes, les temps sont durs mais on tient le coup
Car on vient des quartiers, on a jamais vu st-tropez
On traine au foot en salle, et on kiff chanter qui peut me stopper
Pour eux mon frere, on reste le projet des banlieues
On reve de sortir l'Aston Martin ,mais meme sans frigo on reste heureux
On a tous en nous cet or ,Ouais tous en nous cet or
N°1 dans le rap et le sport, Dieu Merci on dort pas dehors

Ici on a ce truc qui vaut de l'or
On est pas mieux en chien, alors on traine dehors
Ici on a ce truc qui vaut de l'or, qui vaut de l'or...


On a tous en nous cet or
Ce petit truc qui nous rend plus fort
On a tous en nous cet or
Cette lumière dans les yeux qui brille nous rend plus fort
(x2)


On a tous en nous cet or, et le ciel est la limite
J'ai l'argent qui dort, mais les problemes se réveillent si vite
Souvent on perd un ami proche mais jamais nos couilles
Parfois on parle avec les mains, parfois avec nos douilles
Mon son a traversé les frontieres, il brille dans le noir
Il vit en ??, Il porte la jeunesse, man il donne espoir
Enfant du Rap, j'lai appris au fond d'une cellule
Bienvenue dans mon quartier, ou laisse l'espoir a pris la pillule
Famille nombreuses, trop de ménages à la zonmai, trop de vaisselle
Les soeurs trouvent plus de boulot meme avec une tonne de ressel
Jsuis sur écoute, j'entends trop de bruits sur mon portable
Si j'me balade avec mon flow, je peux bétom pour port d'arme


Ici on a ce truc qui vaut de l'or
On est pas mieux en chien, alors on traine dehors
Ici on a ce truc qui vaut de l'or, qui vaut de l'or...


On a tous en nous cet or
Ce petit truc qui nous rend plus fort
On a tous en nous cet or
Cette lumière dans les yeux qui brille nous rend plus fort
(x2)

# Posté le dimanche 29 mars 2009 07:13

Modifié le vendredi 17 avril 2009 10:42

Mes Repères / Bii-bi-x3 ziik #4 (2009)

# Posté le dimanche 29 mars 2009 07:06

Tu m'ReverrAs Inch-Allah !

Tu m'ReverrAs Inch-Allah !
ou est l'épaule sur la quel je me reposer
la présnse chaude que mon corp aimer sérré
ou est passer la vois qui réponder a mes question
l'autre moitiey de moi sans ki je perder la raison

quand le jour me révéiller et qu'il m'offre encore ses plus bo éclat
la vide et le méme car tu n'est plus la
dans monde mes someil je respire mes je ses que je ne ves pas plus rien n'est pareil comme tu n'est plus la

je ne suis plus sur de se qui nous est arriver
ji pense tout les jours jai méme par daccepter
j'ai garder le meilleur et enteret le reste
effacer tes erreurs et oublier tes promess


quand le jour me révéiller et qu'il m'offre encore ses plus bo éclat
la vide et le méme car tu n'est plus la
dans monde mes someil je respire mes je ses que je ne ves pas plus rien n'est pareil comme tu n'est plus la......

Mes larmes n'ont pas cessé de coulés
En apprenant que tu nous avait quittés...
Je sait qu'un jour
Je te rejoindrait...
Pour être à tes côtés
A tout jamais ...
tes ailes se sont déployer ,
pout tenvoler la haut au paradis ....
quand tu ets parti ,
ma viie ses boulevérsés
une parti de moi ses envoler avec toi mon ange ...
je pense tout le temp a toi en repensant a tout nos souvenir ,
et je méfondre .....
je me demande pourquoi toi ?
toi ki était si délirent
toi ki était aimer de tant de gens ...
la vie est injuste ....
juste pour te dire je taime de tout mon coeur

# Posté le mercredi 25 février 2009 15:13

MP3 : Bii-bi-x3 ziik #2 / Bii-bi-x3 ziik #3 Wathever you liike ? =) (2008)

Bii-bi-x3 ziik #2 / Bii-bi-x3 ziik #3    Wathever you liike ? =) (2008)

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  • Titre : Bii-bi-x3 ziik #3 Wathever you liike ? =)
  • Album : Bii-bi-x3 ziik #2
  • Année : 2008

Paroles :

Hey Jill
You know the old sugga daddy

I said you can have whatever you like (you like)
I said you can have whatever you like (you like)
Yeah

[Chorus:]
Stacks on deck
Patron' on ice
And we can pop bottles all night
Baby you can have whatever you like (you like)
I said you can have whatever you like (you like)
Yeah
Late night sex so wet you're so tight
I'll gas up the jet for you tonight
Baby you can go where ever you like (you like)
I said you can go where ever you like (you like)
Yeah

[Verse 1:]
Anytime you want to pick up the telephone
You know it ain't nothin to drop a couple stacks on you
Wanted you could get it my dear
Five million dollar home, drop Bentley's I swear
Yeah I want'cho body, I need yo body
Long as you got me you won't need nobody
if you want it I got it, go get it I buy it
Tell 'em other broke niggas be quiet

[Chorus:]
Stacks on deck
Patron' on ice
And we can pop bottles all night
Baby you can have whatever you like (you like)
I said you can have whatever you like (you like)
Yeah
Late night sex so wet you're so tight
I'll gas up the jet for you tonight
Baby you can go where ever you like (you like)
I said you can go where ever you like (you like)
Yeah

[Verse 2:]
Shawty you da hottest love the way you drop it
Brain so good swore you went to college
Hundred cant deposit, vacations hit the tropics
Cause everybody know it ain't trickin if ya got it
and you ain't never ever gotta go in yo wallet
Long as I got rubberband banks in my pocket
Five six, rides with rims and a body kit
Ya ain't gotta downgrade you can get what I get
My chick can have what she want
And go in any store for any bag she want
And know she ain't never had a man like that
To buy you anything ya heart desire like that
Yeah I want'cho body, I need yo body
Long as you got me you won't need nobody
You want it I got it, go get it I buy it
Tell 'em other broke niggas be quiet

[Chorus:]
Stacks on deck
Patron' on ice
And we can pop bottles all night
Baby you can have whatever you like (you like)
I said you can have whatever you like (you like)
Yeah
Late night sex so wet you're so tight
I'll gas up the jet for you tonight
Baby you can go where ever you like (you like)
I said you can go where ever you like (you like)
Yeah

[Verse 3:]
I'm talkin' big boy rides
And big boy ice
Let me put this big boy in yo life
The thang get so wet, it hit so right
Let me put this big boy in yo life
That's right
Yeah I want'cho body, I need yo body
Long as you got me you won't need nobody
You want it I got it, go get it I buy it
Tell 'em other broke niggas be quiet

[Chorus:]
Stacks on deck
Patron' on ice
And we can pop bottles all night
Baby you can have whatever you like (you like)
I said you can have whatever you like (you like)
Yeah
Late night sex so wet you're so tight
I'll gas up the jet for you tonight
Baby you can go where ever you like (you like)
I said you can go where ever you like (you like)
Yeah

Hey Jill

# Posté le dimanche 21 décembre 2008 09:09

Modifié le vendredi 17 avril 2009 10:43

WWW.iM1MUSIC.NET / Bii-bi-x3 ziik #3 (2008)

WWW.iM1MUSIC.NET / Bii-bi-x3 ziik #3 (2008)
Remix !!


So'... Pas de paroles ... Dézoulei`

# Posté le dimanche 21 décembre 2008 09:36

Modifié le samedi 28 mars 2009 06:46

MP3 : Bii-bi-x3 ziik #1 / Bii-bi-x3 ziik #2 Get up (y) (2008)

Bii-bi-x3 ziik #1 / Bii-bi-x3 ziik #2    Get up (y) (2008)

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  • Titre : Bii-bi-x3 ziik #2 Get up (y)
  • Album : Bii-bi-x3 ziik #1
  • Année : 2008

Paroles :

Man I'm up in here do my thang, (Get up!)
It's crazy in the club when I'm in there man.(Get up!)
Trust me homie I'm not playin (Get up!)
Now get on the dance floor off the chain
I say(Get up!)
I came to bring me that California love
And a lil' new york hatin it's all of the above
I'm not playin I'm sayin I'm off the chain
You niggas better follow the instructions
I said (Get up!)


I ball till I fall
I stunt till I drop
I'm off the show room floor
Not the used car lot
You buy a bottle
I buy the bar
I make every other week feel like? mardi gras?
When I get in to it
I get in to it
Everybody can't do it the way I do it
I make it rain (rain)
Till the sun come out
A nigga playin (playin)
We make the guns come out
Now, my question is
Who they gonna blame
When I'm back number one on the billboard again
Shit, shift now
The game done change since Mike made thriller and Prince made purple rain
I guess I make the kids wanna slang
And NWA made the west coast bang
Nah it's just music
Man it's just music
Now get your ass on the dance floor and move it


I have the south warfare
I'm the reason everybody here
I say(Get up!)
I make it hot, I make it hot in here
Your feet hurtin I really care
I said (Get up!)
I want to see yo, I want to see you move
And get all into the groove
I said(Get up!)
I'm getting money man I really don't care
Let me see you put your hands up in the air
I said(Get up!)


Girl, you look good
I want to know you better
You look good in them jeans and them red steletos
You got a bently
Coup booty baby
I want to drive
See I tell you what mileage is
When I'm inside
I'm a take you for a spin
You know round and round
Switch gears till your love come down
I take you to the point of no return
If you listen you learn
Just how a nigga earn
I got money to burn
While the Gap Band play
She dropped the bomb on me
It's up and down
And up and down
Gracefully
Rick James would have said she a brick house
Or fifty you should go home to see
What that bitch bout
I found out she like it how I like it, huh,
Back it up
Get cha some
I know how to get you sprung
Tune you up
Use your tounge
Under the hood it's so good
She said it's so good
Goddamn I'm so hood
Nigga wattup


I have the south warfare
I'm the reason everybody here
I say (Get up!)
I make it hot, I make it hot in here
Your feet hurtin I really care
I said (Get up!)
I want to see, I want to see you move
And get all into the groove
I said (Get up!)
I'm getting money man I really don't care
Let me see you put your hands up in the air
I said (Get up!)


And get into it
You are now rocking with the unit
I said (Get up!)
And get into it
We gonna show you just how we do it
I said (Get up!)
Aftermath, still shady aftermath
I said (Get up!)
Aftermath, still shady aftermath

# Posté le dimanche 21 décembre 2008 09:46

Modifié le vendredi 17 avril 2009 10:43

MP3 : R kelly - Ignition / Bii-bi-x3 ziik #4 Ignition R.kelly (2008)

R kelly - Ignition / Bii-bi-x3 ziik #4  Ignition R.kelly  (2008)

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  • Titre : Bii-bi-x3 ziik #4 Ignition R.kelly
  • Album : R kelly - Ignition
  • Année : 2008

Paroles :

You remind me of somethin'
I just can't think of what it is

Girl, please let me stick my key in your ignition,
babe
So I can get this thing started and get rollin', babe
See, I'll be doin' about 80 on your freeway
Girl, I won't stop until I drive you crazy

So buckle up 'cause this can get bumpy, babe
Now hit the lights and check out all my functions,
babe
Girl, back that thing up so I can wax it, baby
Honey, we gon' mess around and get a ticket, babe

'Cause we off up in this jeep
We foggin' up the windows
We got the radio up
We all up in the back
We got the shit bouncin'
We goin' up and down
And we smokin' and we drinkin'
Just thuggin' it out

Jump up, down once I hit them switches, babe
And I'm about to take it where you wanna go, babe
Guarantee you I'm about to get some mileage, babe
And it won't be no runnin' out of gas, babe

It's like woo...pull over, baby
And let me put this love van off in your trunk, babe
So buckle up 'cause this can get bumpy, babe
Girl, we gon' mess around and get a ticket, babe

'Cause we off up in this jeep
We foggin' up the windows
We got the radio up
We all up in the back
We got the shit bouncin'
We goin' up and down
And we smokin' and we drinkin'
Just thuggin' it out

Now hold on tight 'cause I'm about to go faster, babe
Girl, you're dealin' with a pro behind this wheel,
babe
So tell me have you ever driven a stick, babe
You'll be screamin' every time we shiftin' gears, babe

So brace yourself while I'm hittin' them corners, babe
And when it's over put that tails on your license
plate
Now buckle up 'cause this can get bumpy, baby
Girl, we gon' mess around and get a ticket, babe

'Cause we off up in this jeep
We foggin' up the windows (Yeah)
We got the radio up (Uh)
We all up in the back
We got the shit bouncin'
We goin' up and down
And we smokin' and we drinkin'
Just thuggin' it out

When I hear you say {Green light} I'mma go
{Yellow light} Do it slow {Red light} I'mma stop
When I hear you say {Switch lanes} hit the signal
{Pit stop} Take a break, hit the hazards when we park

When you say {Green light} I'mma go
{Yellow light} Do it slow {Red light} I'mma stop
When you say {Switch lanes} hit my signal
{Pit stop} Take a break, because we're 'bout to go
this far

'Cause we off up in this jeep (Off up in this jeep)
We foggin' up the windows (Baby, you and me)
We got the radio up (Got the radio)
We all up in the back (All up in the back)
We got the shit bouncin' (Got this baby bouncin')
We goin' up and down (Goin' up and down)
And we smokin' and we drinkin' (Smokin')
Just thuggin' it out (It's the thuggin' out)

(Let me see you) Bounce-
bounce-bounce-bounce-bounce-bounce-bounce
Bounce-bounce-bounce-bounce-bounce-bounce
(Now let me see you) Bounce-
bounce-bounce-bounce-bounce-bounce-bounce
Bounce-bounce-bounce-bounce-bounce-bounce
(Now let me see you)

Now usually I don't do this, but, uh
Go 'head on bring 'em off with little previews of the
remix

Now I'm not tryin' to be rude
But hey, pretty girl, I'm feelin' you
The way you do the things you do
Reminds me of my Lexus Coupe
That's why I'm all up in your grill
Tryin' to get you to a hotel
You must be a football coach
The way you got me playin' the field

# Posté le dimanche 21 décembre 2008 09:54

Modifié le vendredi 17 avril 2009 10:46