Letra de Canciones en Inglés 1104741937

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Letra de canciones en inglés 1104741937 Can't hold us Return of the Mack, get up! what it is, what it does, what it is, what it isn’t Looking for a better way to get up out of bed Instead of getting on the internet and checking a new hit me Get up!fresh out pimp strut walking, little bit of humble, little bit of cautious Somewhere between like rocky and cosby sweatergang nope nope y’all can’t copy Yup. Bad, moonwalking, this here, is our party, my posse's been on broadway, And we did it, our way. Grown music, I shed my skin and put my bones into everything I record to it And yet I’m on~ Let that stage light go and shine on down, got that Bob Barker suit game and plinko in my style. Money, stay on my craft and stick around for those pounds, But I do that to pass the torch and put on for my town Trust me. On my I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E- N-T shit hustler, Chasing dreams since I was 14 with the four track bussing halfway cross that city with the backpack, fat cat, crushing

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Letra de canciones en inglés 1104741937

Can't hold us

Return of the Mack, get up! what it is, what it does, what it is, what it isn’t Looking for a better way to get up out of bed Instead of getting on the internet and checking a new hit me Get up!fresh out pimp strut walking, little bit of humble, little bit of cautious Somewhere between like rocky and cosby sweatergang nope nope y’all can’t copy Yup. Bad, moonwalking, this here, is our party, my posse's been on broadway, And we did it, our way. Grown music, I shed my skin and put my bones into everything I record to it And yet I’m on~ Let that stage light go and shine on down, got that Bob Barker suit game and plinko in my style. Money, stay on my craft and stick around for those pounds, But I do that to pass the torch and put on for my town Trust me. On my I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T shit hustler, Chasing dreams since I was 14 with the four track bussing halfway cross that city with the backpack, fat cat, crushing

labels out here, Nah they can’t tell me nothing We give that to the people, Spread it across the country Labels out here, Nah they can’t tell me nothing We give it to the people, Spread it across the country

Can we go back, this is the moment Tonight is the night, we’ll fight till it’s over

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So we put our hands up like the ceiling can’t hold us like the ceiling can’t hold us Can we go back, this is the moment Tonight is the night, we’ll fight till it’s over So we put our hands up like the ceiling can’t hold us like the ceiling can’t hold us

nah, can I kick it? thank you. yeah I'm so damn grateful. I grew up, really wanted gold fronts But that’s what you get when wu tang raised you Find More lyrics at www.sweetslyrics.com Y’all can’t stop me, go hard like I got an 808 in my heart beat And I’m eating at the beat like you gave a little speed to a great white shark on shark week Raw. Tell me go up. Gone! deuces goodbye. I got a world to see, and my girl she wanna see Rome, Ceasar make you a believer. nah I never ever did it for a throne.that validation comes from giving it back to the people. nah sing a song and it goes like Raise those hands, this is our party We came here to live life like nobody was watching I got my city right behind me If I fall, they got me, learn from that failure gain humility and then we keep marching ourselves

Can we go back, this is the moment Tonight is the night, we’ll fight till it’s over So we put our hands up like the ceiling can’t hold us like the ceiling can’t hold us Can we go back, this is the moment Tonight is the night, we’ll fight till it’s over So we put our hands up like the ceiling can’t hold

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us like the ceiling can’t hold us

na na na na na na na na and all my people say x4

Ma-kle-more

Can we go back, this is the moment Tonight is the night, we’ll fight till it’s over So we put our hands up like the ceiling can’t hold us like the ceiling can’t hold us Can we go back, this is the moment Tonight is the night, we’ll fight till it’s over So we put our hands up like the ceiling can’t hold us like the ceiling can’t hold us.

HOTEL CALIFORNIA

on a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair warm smell of colitas, rising up throught the air up ahead in the distance, i saw a shimmering light my head grew heavy and my sight grew dim i had to stop for the night 

there she stood in the doorway; i heard the mission bell and i was thinking to myself, ”this could be heaven or this could be hell” then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way there were voices down the corridor, i thought i heard them say... 

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welcome to the hotel California such a lovely place, such a lovely place such a lovely face plenty of room at the hotel California any time of year, you can find it here 

her mind is Tiffany.twisted, she got the Mercedes Benz she got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she call friends how they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat. Some dance to remember, some dance to forget 

So i called up the captain, ”please bring me my wine” he said ”we haven´t had that spirit here since 1969” and still those voices are calling from the far away, wake up in the middle of the night just to hear them say... 

welcome to the hotel California such a lovely place, such a lovely place such a lovely face they livin´it up the hotel California what a nice surprise, bring your alibis 

mirrors on the ceiling, the pink champagne on ice and she said’we are all just prisioners here, of our own device’ and in the master’s chambers they gathered for the feast they stabbed her with their steely knives but they just can’t kill the beast 

last thing I remember, i was runnig for the door i had to find the passage back to the place i was before 

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’relax’ said the night man, we are programmed to receive. You can checkout any time you like, beut you can never leave! 

Hotel California (español) 

En una oscura carretera sentía el viento en mi pelo un olor a colitas andaba por el aire en la distancia logre ver una luz brillante mi cabeza daba vueltas y mi mente se nubló tuve que parar por la noche 

ella estaba en la puerta escuhe un susurro y pensé para mi esto puede ser bueno o puede ser aterrador luego ella encendió una vela y me mostró el pasillo escuché voces en el corredor creí oír que decían… 

bienvenido al hotel California un agradable lugar, un agradable lugar un hermoso rostro En las habitaciones del hotel California en cualquier momento del año, puedes venir aquí 

Su mente era Tiffany-twisted, ella tenía un Mercedes Benz y muchos lindos, lindos chicos, que llamada amigos bailaban en el jardín, como en verano. Algunos bailes recuerdo, otros olvidé 

Llamé al capitán 

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’por favor tráigame mi vino’ el dijo ’no tenemos eso desde 1969’ y oía a las voces llamar desde lejos, me levanté en mitad de la noche y las escuché decir… 

bienvenido al hotel California una agradable lugar, un agradable lugar un hermoso rostro ellos viven en el hotel California una linda sorpresa, te vas a llevar 

espejos en el techo el champagne rosado helado y ella dijo que todos somos prisioneros aquí, de nuestro poder y en habitación principal ellos hacían un ritual ellos la apuñalaban con cuchillos de acero pero no lograron matar a la bestia 

lo ultimo que recuerdo es que estaba corriendo hacia la puerta tenía que encontrar el pasillo final estaba en el lugar ’tranquilo’ dijo el sereno, estamos programados para recibir. Puedes pagar cuando tú quieras pero nunca te podrás ir.

SULTANS OF SWING

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You get a shiver in the dark, It's a raining in the park but meantime-South of the river you stop and you hold everythingA band is blowing dixie, double four timeYou feel alright when you hear the music ringWell now you step inside but you don't see too many facesComing in out of the rain they hear the jazz go downCompetition in other placesUh but the horns they blowin' that soundWay on downsouthWay on downsouthLondon townCheck out guitar george, he knows-all the chordsMind he's strictly rhythm he doesn't wanna make them cry or singThey said an old guitar is all - he can affordwhen he gets up under the lights to play his thingAnd harry doesn't mind - if he doesn't, make the sceneHe's got a daytime job, he's doing alrightHe can play the honky tonk like anythingSavin' it up, for friday nightWith the sultansWe're the sultans of swingThen a crowd a young boys they're a foolin' around in the cornerDrunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform solesThey don't give a damn about any trumpet playin' bandIt ain't what they call rock and rollThen the sultansYeah the sultans they play creole, creoleLead 1:And then the man he steps right up to the microphoneand says at last just as the time bell ringsGoodnight, now it's time to go homeand he makes it fast with one more thingWe are the sultansWe are the sultans of swing