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Текст песни Scarface от исполнителя Geto boys

    (all I have in this world)
    (all I have in this world)
    (all I have in)
    (all I have in)
    (all I have in this world)
    (all I have in)
    (all I have in)
    (all I have in)
    (all I have in)
    (all I have in)
    (all I have in this world)

    (balls)
    (balls)
    (balls)
    (balls)

    [ verse 1: scarface ]
    I started small time, dope game, cocaine
    Pushin rocks on the block, I'm never broke, mayn
    Sportin jewelry and the shit that came with rollin hard
    You try to school me, you'll get fucked up with no regard
    Boy, don't test me, cause I'm tired of teachin lessons
    So muthafuck you and that bullshit that you're stressin
    Cause it ain't nothin but the money flow in this camp
    And if you fuck me, you'll forever wear a stamp
    So watch your back and prepare for the hitman
    Life of the black, and the ak won't take no shit, and
    You'll be bumped off, bucked off, no trace
    On the for realer, my nigga, just call me scarface

    (crazy muthafucka from the street) --> mc ren

    (all I have in this world)
    (all I have in this world)
    (balls)
    (balls)
    (balls)
    (balls)

    [ verse 2: scarface ]
    I'm in the south park, night falls, over the streets
    It's gettin dark, bill calls, he's been beat
    Round up the posse, y'all, and bring the heat
    And when it's over, all I want is bloody meat
    Boy done fuckin with me, real man, and I done told him
    So let's just step out on the block and pd-roll him
    Load up the uzis, turn the village into a warzone
    Make the hit, break quick, leave your cars on
    Nobody crosses me, especially in this dope game
    So raise up off of me, I show em I don't joke, mayn
    Little bill, grab your piece, pick em out
    Battle y'all in the street, let's put some head out
    Caught my ride, hit the fry, and I step calm
    Open fire like a lunatic from vietnam
    Bullets fled to the head, bodies bled
    Left for dead, I pumped these bitches full of led
    Yo, they don't understand me, the yo, brad, bwoy
    Fuck that, say goodbye to the bad guy
    I shot my gun in the air as I left the place
    You'll ask me why, but I don't care, just call me scarface

    (don't) (don't) (don't) (don't) (don't)
    (don't make me act a muthafuckin fool) --> ice cube

    [ verse 3: scarface ]
    Later on, all alone, sat around the house kickin it
    My girl came home, I told her shit had been
    Real fucked up, so girl, don't push me
    She pulled her skirt up, and said, he could need some pussy
    I just sat back, my legs started shakin
    Now here's another stupid bitch that I be breakin
    I grabbed the slimmy by her hand, and lead her upstairs
    Threw her down on the bed, and she said, fuck, yeah!
    I opened up her legs, prepared her for the stabbin
    Like mike tyson in a brawl, boy, I was jabbin
    The bitch was sweatin, but I guess she wasn't bothered
    Cause all she said was, fuck me harder, fuck me harder!
    I started bangin, I was bangin, dick was numbin
    She wasn't hangin, she was singin, brad, I'm comin!
    Up and down, side to side, perfect timin
    I started stickin with the quickness, we were grindin
    I was just about to nut, she got on top of me
    I heard a (*shot*) now what the fuck? somebody shot at me
    I took a look, the girl was cooked, her head exploded
    Reached for the uzi at my foot, and I unloaded
    Straight out the window I could hear the soldiers' footsteps
    I'm a taker, not a faker, I ain't been took yet
    So many hunters, dyin faces to the concrete
    Although you try to take me out, you die in one beat
    Of the heart, boy, how dare you suck on me?
    And i'ma teach you and your boys not to fuck with me
    Rolled out the backdoor, lookin for his bossman
    I'll watch him bleedin, pour his blood in a saucepan
    He's in his cadillac, starin at my frontdoor
    I stood behind him, pulled my gun, said, what you front for?
    He says, I'm sorry, ak, don't kill me, I was jokin, griff
    That's why your boys are on my balcony and they're frozen stiff
    The boy was shocked, then pulled up cops, he looked at me said, you're a goner
    Cause you shot and killed the boys who worked my corner
    Pulled back the hammer, put my gun up almost point blank
    Shattered his dome, reached in the pocket, took the boy's bank
    Got out the cadillac, the copper, he said, stop it, freeze!
    I aim my pistol for his stomach, instead I pop his knees
    Fell to the floor, he looked at me and he said, akshun, please!
    I put my gun between his eyes, said, don't breathe
    He took a breath, and he knew he'd breathe his last breath
    That's 20 soldiers and copper, 21 shot to death
    I had to leave everything I'd ever worked for
    But best believe, I won't get sentenced for a drug war
    But maybe one day in the future I can come back
    But until then, I'm goin home, where I'm from, black
    Nobody knows my name, they'll only know this face
    And ask my posse, they say, we call him scarface

    Hey conjo, mayn, listen to me, mayn
    Now that we got texas fiendin, mayn
    It's time to make the whole fuckin world start geekin
    We expand across the whole muthafuckin world, mayn
    And we get the dope out there, mayn
    We fuck em up!

    And you muthafuckas thought I wasn't gonna make a comeback, mayn
    I'm gonna tell you somethin, mayn
    I'm comin back, mayn
    Geto boys
    1990
    And if you ain't down with the geto program, then fuck you, mayn

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Другие тексты песен исполнителя Geto boys:
Why do we live this way
We cant be stopped
Trophy
Time taker
Thugg niggaz
This s for you
They bitches
The world is a ghetto
The other level
Talkin loud aint saying nothin
Street life
Straight gangstaism
Still
Scarface
Retaliation
Read these nikes
Raise up bitch
Point of no return
Open minded
One time freestyle
No nuts no glory
Murder avenue
Murder after midnight
Mind playin tricks on me
Mind of a lunatic
Livin 4 the moment
Let a ho be a ho
It aint shit
Im not a gentleman
I just wanna die
I dont fuck with you
Homie dont play that
Hold it down
Geto fantasy
Geto boys girls
Gangster of love
Gangsta
G e t o
Fuck a war
Free
First light of the day
Eye 4 an eye
Do it like a g o
Dawn 2 dusk
Damn it feels good to be a gangsta
Crooked officer
Chuckie
Cereal killer

А знаете ли вы, что классическая музыка признана многими психологами, врачами и самими исполнителями в буквальном смысле чудодейственной. Сама по себе она не совершает чудеса, но она может самым благоприятным образом влиять на человека, растений и животных, на весь окружающий мир. И не важно, что в большинстве композиций классической музыки отсутствуют тексты песен, главное здесь - ее звучание, удачное сочетание нот и звуков.

Доказано, что классическая музыка благотворно влияет на нервную систему. Многие психологи прописывают своим пациентам слушать классическую музыку каждый день. Она не только успокаивает, но и вызывает положительные эмоции у человека. Классическую музыку даже с недавних пор стали использовать прогрессивных взглядов хирурги во время своих операций. Они прочувствовали на себе, что когда операция проводится под звуки классической музыки, все проходит как по маслу, а пациент в скорейшем времени реабилитируется и идет на поправку. Да, и во многих западных больницах в палатах больных играет классическая музыка. По словам врачей, она является усилителем медикаментозного лечения, так как своим звучанием настраивает на положительный лад людей, страдающих тем или иным заболеванием, внушает веру в выздоровление и в собственные силы справиться с болезнью. И все это не пустые слова - это результат проводимых неоднократно экспериментов.

К примеру, был произведен такой эксперимент - в две комнаты, одинаковые по размеру, температуре, влажности, степени освещения, поместили горшки с абсолютно одинаковыми цветами, и в каждой их них включили музыку - в одной классическую, а в другой - тяжелый рок. По истечении определенного времени эксперимент показал следующие результаты - в комнате с классической музыке цветы стали быстро прибавлять в росте, многие расцвели, все выглядели здоровыми, а в комнате с тяжелым роком цветы не только не выросли ни на сколько, а имели нездоровый вид, а многие даже зачахли. Чудодейственное влияние классической музыки на лицо. Однако этот эксперимент вовсе не говорит о том, что рок плох, и слушать его не следует, отнюдь - все люди разные, на кого-то и рок. И тексты песен роковых исполнителей действуют как чудесная сила.