歌曲名:Rebel Yell
歌手:Billy Idol
专辑:Brits In The 80s
Belly Idol - Rebel Yell
By Zipane
Last night a little dancer
came dancing to my door
Last night my little angel
came pumping on the floor
She said "Come on baby
I got a licence for love
And if it expires pray help from above"
In the midnight hour she cried-
"more, more, more,"
With a rebel yell she cried-
"more, more, more"
In the midnight hour babe-
"more, more, more,"
With a rebel yell-
"more, more, more,"
"more, more, more"
She don't like slavery,
she won't sit and beg
But when I'm tired and lonely
she sees me to bed
What set you free and brought you to me babe
What set you free
I need you here by me
Because
In the midnight hour she cried-
"more, more, more,"
With a rebel yell she cried-
"more, more, more"
In the midnight hour babe-
"more, more, more,"
With a rebel yell-
"more, more, more,"
He lives in his own heaven
Collects it to go from the seven eleven
Well he's out all night to collect a fare
Just so long, just so long it don't mess up his hair
I walked the ward with you, babe
A thousand miles with you
I dried your tears of pain, babe
A million times for you
I'd sell my soul for you, babe
For money to burn for you
I'd give you all, and have none, babe
Justa, justa, justa, justa to have you here by me
Because
In the midnight hour she cried-
"more, more, more,"
With a rebel yell she cried-
"more, more, more"
In the midnight hour babe-
"more, more, more,"
With a rebel yell-she cried
"more, more, more,"
"More, more, more"
Oh yeah little baby
She want more
More, more, more, more more
Oh yeah little angel
She want more
More, more, more, more
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歌曲名:I Just Wanna Love U (Give It 2 Me)
歌手:Jay-Z
专辑:The Dynasty
Jay-Z - I Just Wanna Love U (Give It 2 Me)
Let's go
Hov!
Uh huh, Hov'
You, are, not, ready
Hov', unstoppable, Dynasty, young Hova
I'm a hustler baby (I'm a hustler)
I just want you to know (Wanna let you know)
It aint where I been (It aint where I been)
But where I'm bout to go (Top of the world!)
Now I just wanna love you (just wanna love you)
But be who I am (you know you love me)
And with all this cash (mo' money, mo' problems)
You'll forget your man
Now give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullshit me
C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
Verse 1:
When the Remi's in the system
Aint no tellin will I fuck 'em will I diss 'em
That's what they be yellin
I'm a pimp by blood, not relation
Y'all be chasin, I replace them
Huh, drunk of Crist', mommy on E
Can't keep her little model hands off me
Both in the club, high, singing off key
It gets better, ordered another round
It's, about, to go, down
Got six model chicks, six bottles of Crist'
Four Belvederes, got weed everywhere
What do you say, me, you and your Clovey glasses
Go somewhere private where we can discuss fashion
Like, Prada blouse, Gucci bra
Filth marked jeans, take that off
Give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullshit me
C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
I said give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullshit me
Motha, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
Verse 2:
Yeah, save the narrative you savin it for marriage
Let's keep it real ma you savin it for cabbage
You wanna see how far I'ma go
How, much I'ma spend but you already know
Zip, zero, stingy with dinero
Might buy you Crist', but that about it
Might light your wrist, but that about it
Fuck it, I might wife you and buy you nice whips
Ma, but you really gotta ride nice dick
Know how to work your hips and your head's priceless
Profess you love the Hov', and I'll never let you down
Get you bling like the Neptune sound
Okay, hot Hov', too hot to hold
Ladies love me long time like 2Pac sold
Only way to roll, Jigga and two ladies
I'm too cold, Motorola, two way page me, c'mon
Give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullshit me
C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
I said give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullshit me
Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
I'm a hustler baby (uh, Hov')
I just want you to know (Hov')
It aint where I been
But where I'm bout to go (Hov', Hov')
Now I just wanna love you (young Hova)
But be who I am (know you love me)
And with all this cash (mo' money, mo' problems)
You'll forget your man
Verse 3:
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Same song, I'm back, been around the world
Ro-mancing girls that dance with girls
From, Club Cheetah, to Club Amnesia
The Peanuts in LA, bubblin and dubblins
Can't deny me, why would you want to
You need me, why don't you try me
Baby you want to, believe me, Hov'!
Give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullshit me
C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
I said give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullshit me
Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
You gotta
Give it to me
Uh, uh huh
End
Jay-Z - I Just Wanna Love U (Give It 2 Me)
http://musicbaiducom/song/8051775
歌手:比利 爱多尔(Billy Idol)
专辑: Greatest Hits
公司:国会唱片(Capitol Records)(百代唱片)
Last night a little dancer
Came dancing to my door
Last night my little angel
Came pumping on the floor
She said come on baby
I got a licence for love
And if it expires pray help from above because
In the midnight hour she cried
More more more
With a rebel yell she cried
More more more
In the midnight hour babe
More more more
With a rebel yell
More more more
More more more
She don't like slavery
She won't sit and beg
But when I'm tired and lonely
She sees me to bed
What set you free and brought you to me babe
What set you free
I need you here by me
Because
In the midnight hour she cried
More more more
With a rebel yell she cried
More more more
In the midnight hour babe
More more more
With a rebel yell
More more more
He lives in his own heaven
Collects it to go from the seven eleven
Well he's out all night to collect a fare
Just so long just so long it don't mess up his hair
I walked the ward with you babe
A thousand miles with you
I dried your tears of pain babe
A million times for you
I'd sell my soul for you babe
For money to burn for you
I'd give you all and have none babe
Justa justa justa justa to have you here by me
Because
In the midnight hour she cried
More more more
With a rebel yell she cried
More more more
In the midnight hour babe
More more more
With a rebel yell she cried
More more more
More more more
Oh yeah little baby
She want more
More more more more more
Oh yeah little angel
She want more
More more more more
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歌曲名:Love Is Hell
歌手:Ryan Adams
专辑:Love Is Hell, Part 1
Rather be punched in the face
Be sprayed with some mace
Than be head over heals
I'd rather be hit by a truck
Than be totally fucked
I know you know how it feels
I'd rather be buried alive
Than be living a lie with somebody like you
Love is hell, love is shit
Can't you tell I've had enough of it
Raise your hands, let me hear you yell
Love is hell, love is hell
Love is hell
I'd rather be broke on the street
Than be losing sleep over something you said
I'd rather spend the weekend in jail
And be stuck without bail
Than have you stuck in my head
I'd rather just play with myself
Than deal with somebody else and get totally screwed
Love is hell, love is shit
Can't you tell I've had enough of it
Raise your hands, let me hear you yell
Love is hell, love is hell
Love is hell
I'd rather be stabbed and be cut into ribbons
I'd rather be dead than the way you got me living
I'd rather be shot in the heart and be bleeding
I'd rather be left here alone than be needed
Love is hell, love is shit
Can't you tell I've had enough of it
Raise your hands, let me hear you yell
Love is hell, love is hell
Love is hell, love ain't right
Just as well I'll be alone tonight
Raise your hands, let me hear you yell
Love is hell, love is hell
Love is hell
I'd rather be stabbed and be cut into ribbons
I'd rather be dead than the way you got me living (Love is hell)
I'd rather be shot in the heart and be bleeding
I'd rather be left here alone than be needed (Love is hell)
http://musicbaiducom/song/8518054
歌曲名:Rebel Yell (1999 Digital Remaster)
歌手:Billy Idol
专辑:Rebel Yell
Belly Idol - Rebel Yell
By Zipane
Last night a little dancer
came dancing to my door
Last night my little angel
came pumping on the floor
She said "Come on baby
I got a licence for love
And if it expires pray help from above"
In the midnight hour she cried-
"more, more, more,"
With a rebel yell she cried-
"more, more, more"
In the midnight hour babe-
"more, more, more,"
With a rebel yell-
"more, more, more,"
"more, more, more"
She don't like slavery,
she won't sit and beg
But when I'm tired and lonely
she sees me to bed
What set you free and brought you to me babe
What set you free
I need you here by me
Because
In the midnight hour she cried-
"more, more, more,"
With a rebel yell she cried-
"more, more, more"
In the midnight hour babe-
"more, more, more,"
With a rebel yell-
"more, more, more,"
He lives in his own heaven
Collects it to go from the seven eleven
Well he's out all night to collect a fare
Just so long, just so long it don't mess up his hair
I walked the ward with you, babe
A thousand miles with you
I dried your tears of pain, babe
A million times for you
I'd sell my soul for you, babe
For money to burn for you
I'd give you all, and have none, babe
Justa, justa, justa, justa to have you here by me
Because
In the midnight hour she cried-
"more, more, more,"
With a rebel yell she cried-
"more, more, more"
In the midnight hour babe-
"more, more, more,"
With a rebel yell-she cried
"more, more, more,"
"More, more, more"
Oh yeah little baby
She want more
More, more, more, more more
Oh yeah little angel
She want more
More, more, more, more
http://musicbaiducom/song/3488502
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