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quarta-feira, 26 de maio de 2010
sexta-feira, 21 de maio de 2010
quarta-feira, 19 de maio de 2010
OUT JAZZ 2010
A minha sugestão para este domingo.
Em maio estão no jardim da lapa, em junho no jardim do campo grande.
Começa com jazz termina com drum n bass.
Gomes, leva o frisbee.
Quem leva o lanche ?
segunda-feira, 17 de maio de 2010
sábado, 15 de maio de 2010
quarta-feira, 12 de maio de 2010
A pasta preferida do OJ Simpson é Murderoni
O outro dia descobri este gajo
The others days i´m dicobrils this gaij
The others days i´m dicobrils this gaij
segunda-feira, 10 de maio de 2010
Mais um
Carlos says:
mekie
vai um tenis para celebrar
Miguel says:
comé
lol
n me apetece nd
mas celebrar o q?
ja ta ca o papa?
Carlos says:
pa celebrar o facto de estarmos vivos
Miguel says:
pá se ele vier jogar conosco jogo...mas o que é istoquem tem que ir a roma tem que o ir visitar... e n vem ca dar um abraço?'
Carlos says:
é o diabo disfarçodp
a maior partida de todos os tempos
Miguel says:
lol mas por acaso n me apetece mm nd
Carlos says:
do diabo
Miguel says:
lol ya
Carlos says:
o gajo ta a partir o cu a rir-se
a seculos
Miguel says:
eu acho que ele no fundo ainda é dos poucos coitados que nem pode abrir a boca e so soube o q sabe quando foi para papa
mas ha outros a rir por tras de certeza ya
é verdade q o gajo pode absolver crimes de presos se vier ca?
lol
Carlos says:
inacreditavel
Miguel says:
mas é mesmo verdade?
Carlos says:
foi deus que perdou?
ya
Miguel says:
loolololo
Carlos says:
parece uma cena da idade media
Miguel says:
so rir
Carlos says:
"deus disse-me"
Miguel says:
lol ya man
tu vais la vê lo?
Carlos says:
é como os 3 pastorinhos
tavam cheios da fome
comeram uns cogumelos vevenosos
uma tripalhada grave
Miguel says:
lolol
ya
acredita
Carlos says:
todos empreitados desde pequenos com estas historias
triparia com figuras religiosas
Miguel says:
tu vais la ver o homem?
Carlos says:
nepia, vou ver gill scott heron
Miguel says:
o teatro do ano
Carlos says:
na aula magna
dia 17
pa ver essa bonecada tenho o disney channel
Miguel says:
éno mm dia?
lolol
Carlos says:
nem sei
mas curtia ver o gajo a cair do balcão
Miguel says:
era lindo q o gel ou assim se motivasse e fosse la mandar umas bocas
Carlos says:
so pa ver os emails da piadola nas semanas aseguir
Miguel says:
lahahahahah
ya
mekie
vai um tenis para celebrar
Miguel says:
comé
lol
n me apetece nd
mas celebrar o q?
ja ta ca o papa?
Carlos says:
pa celebrar o facto de estarmos vivos
Miguel says:
pá se ele vier jogar conosco jogo...mas o que é istoquem tem que ir a roma tem que o ir visitar... e n vem ca dar um abraço?'
Carlos says:
é o diabo disfarçodp
a maior partida de todos os tempos
Miguel says:
lol mas por acaso n me apetece mm nd
Carlos says:
do diabo
Miguel says:
lol ya
Carlos says:
o gajo ta a partir o cu a rir-se
a seculos
Miguel says:
eu acho que ele no fundo ainda é dos poucos coitados que nem pode abrir a boca e so soube o q sabe quando foi para papa
mas ha outros a rir por tras de certeza ya
é verdade q o gajo pode absolver crimes de presos se vier ca?
lol
Carlos says:
inacreditavel
Miguel says:
mas é mesmo verdade?
Carlos says:
foi deus que perdou?
ya
Miguel says:
loolololo
Carlos says:
parece uma cena da idade media
Miguel says:
so rir
Carlos says:
"deus disse-me"
Miguel says:
lol ya man
tu vais la vê lo?
Carlos says:
é como os 3 pastorinhos
tavam cheios da fome
comeram uns cogumelos vevenosos
uma tripalhada grave
Miguel says:
lolol
ya
acredita
Carlos says:
todos empreitados desde pequenos com estas historias
triparia com figuras religiosas
Miguel says:
tu vais la ver o homem?
Carlos says:
nepia, vou ver gill scott heron
Miguel says:
o teatro do ano
Carlos says:
na aula magna
dia 17
pa ver essa bonecada tenho o disney channel
Miguel says:
éno mm dia?
lolol
Carlos says:
nem sei
mas curtia ver o gajo a cair do balcão
Miguel says:
era lindo q o gel ou assim se motivasse e fosse la mandar umas bocas
Carlos says:
so pa ver os emails da piadola nas semanas aseguir
Miguel says:
lahahahahah
ya
quinta-feira, 6 de maio de 2010
segunda-feira, 3 de maio de 2010
domingo, 2 de maio de 2010
Think of life without music?
Yeah!
As vidas dos outros são tão SIMPLES!
Margem Sul... Terra dos Sonhos...
As vidas dos outros são tão SIMPLES!
Margem Sul... Terra dos Sonhos...
O Blog do Carlos
Olá,
O meu nome é Carlos, gosto de jogar computador, estar com os amigos... ouvir música... sei lá... ir à praia... tenho uma bicicleta de montanha e às vezes vou andar com o meu primo.
sábado, 1 de maio de 2010
Live lyrics from the bank of reality
Respect para este granda brother... knowledge to knowledge
Hey, yeah, we the same brothas from a long time ago
We was talkin' about television and doin' it on the radio
What we did was to help our generation realize
They had to get out there and get busy cause it wasn't gonna be televised
We got respect for you rappers and the way they be free-weighin'
But if you're gon' be teachin' folks things, make sure you know what you're sayin'
Older folks in our neighborhood got plenty of know-how
Remember if it wasn't for them, you wouldn't be out here now
And I ain't comin' at you with no disrespect
All I'm sayin' is that you damn well got to be correct
Because if you're gonna be speakin' for a whole generation
And you know enough to try and handle their education
Be sure you know the real deal about past situations
It ain't just repeatin' what you heard on the local TV stations
...Sometimes they tell lies and put 'em in a truthful disguise
But the truth is that's why we said it wouldn't be televised
They don't know what to say to our young folks, but they know that you do
And if they really knew the truth...why would they tell you?
The first sign is peace, tell all them gun totin' young brothas
That the man is glad to see us out there killin' one another
We raised too much hell when they was shootin' us down
So they started poisoning our minds tryin' to jerk us all around
And then they tell us they got to come in and control our situation
They want half of us on dope and the other half in incarceration
If the ones they want dead ain't killed by what they instigated
They put some dope on a brotha's body and claim it was drug related
Tell them drug related means there don't need to be no investigation
Or at least that's the way they're gon' play it on the local TV stations
All your 9-millimeter brothas...give them somthin' to think about
Tell them you heard that this is the new word, they got to work that stuff out
But somehow they feel in the wrong way with a gun in their hands
They feel real independent...but they just pullin' contracts for the man
Five and five will tell you it's hopeless out there on the avenue
But if they really knew the truth...why would they tell you?
And if they look at you like you're insane
And they start callin' you scarecrow and say you ain't got no brain
Or start tellin' folks that you suddenly gone lame
Or that white folks had finally co-opted your game
Or worse yet implying that you don't really know...
That's the same thing they said about us...a long time ago
Young rappers, one more suggestion before I get out of your way
But I appreciate the respect you give me and what you got to say
I'm sayin' protect your community and spread that respect around
Tell brothas and sistas they gotta calm that bullshit down
Cause we're terrorizin' our old folks and brought fear into our homes
And they ain't got to hang out with the senior citizens
Just tell them, �Dammit...leave the old folks alone�
And we know who rippin' off the neighborhood, tell them, �That BS has got to stop!�
Tell them you're sorry they can't handle it out there
But they got to take the crime off the block
And if they look at you like you're insane
And they start callin' you scarecrow and say you ain't got no brain
Or start tellin' folks that you suddenly gone lame
Or that white folks had finally co-opted your game
Or worse yet saying that you really don't know...
That's the same thing they said about me a long time ago
And if they tell folks that you finally lost your nerve
That's the same thing they said about us, when we said, �Johannesburg�
But I think the young folks need to know, that things don't go both ways
You can't talk respect on every other song or just every other day
What I'm speakin' on now is the raps about the women folks
On one song she's your African Queen on the next one she's a joke
And you ain't said no words that I haven't heard, but that ain't no compliment
It only insults eight people out of ten and questions your intelligence
Four letter words or four syllable words won't make you important
It'll only magnify how shallow you are and let everybody know it
And if they look at you like they think you insane
Or they call you scarecrow thinkin' you ain't got no brain
Or start tellin' folks that you suddenly gone lame
Or that white folks have finally co-opted your game
Or you really don't know...They said that about me a long time ago
If they finally start to tell people that you lost your nerve
That's what they said about Johannesburg
You ain't insane...you have got a brain
You haven't gone lame; you have got your game
Remember...keep the nerve
Keep the nerve
Keep the nerve
Keep the nerve
...I'm talkin' about peace
We was talkin' about television and doin' it on the radio
What we did was to help our generation realize
They had to get out there and get busy cause it wasn't gonna be televised
We got respect for you rappers and the way they be free-weighin'
But if you're gon' be teachin' folks things, make sure you know what you're sayin'
Older folks in our neighborhood got plenty of know-how
Remember if it wasn't for them, you wouldn't be out here now
And I ain't comin' at you with no disrespect
All I'm sayin' is that you damn well got to be correct
Because if you're gonna be speakin' for a whole generation
And you know enough to try and handle their education
Be sure you know the real deal about past situations
It ain't just repeatin' what you heard on the local TV stations
...Sometimes they tell lies and put 'em in a truthful disguise
But the truth is that's why we said it wouldn't be televised
They don't know what to say to our young folks, but they know that you do
And if they really knew the truth...why would they tell you?
The first sign is peace, tell all them gun totin' young brothas
That the man is glad to see us out there killin' one another
We raised too much hell when they was shootin' us down
So they started poisoning our minds tryin' to jerk us all around
And then they tell us they got to come in and control our situation
They want half of us on dope and the other half in incarceration
If the ones they want dead ain't killed by what they instigated
They put some dope on a brotha's body and claim it was drug related
Tell them drug related means there don't need to be no investigation
Or at least that's the way they're gon' play it on the local TV stations
All your 9-millimeter brothas...give them somthin' to think about
Tell them you heard that this is the new word, they got to work that stuff out
But somehow they feel in the wrong way with a gun in their hands
They feel real independent...but they just pullin' contracts for the man
Five and five will tell you it's hopeless out there on the avenue
But if they really knew the truth...why would they tell you?
And if they look at you like you're insane
And they start callin' you scarecrow and say you ain't got no brain
Or start tellin' folks that you suddenly gone lame
Or that white folks had finally co-opted your game
Or worse yet implying that you don't really know...
That's the same thing they said about us...a long time ago
Young rappers, one more suggestion before I get out of your way
But I appreciate the respect you give me and what you got to say
I'm sayin' protect your community and spread that respect around
Tell brothas and sistas they gotta calm that bullshit down
Cause we're terrorizin' our old folks and brought fear into our homes
And they ain't got to hang out with the senior citizens
Just tell them, �Dammit...leave the old folks alone�
And we know who rippin' off the neighborhood, tell them, �That BS has got to stop!�
Tell them you're sorry they can't handle it out there
But they got to take the crime off the block
And if they look at you like you're insane
And they start callin' you scarecrow and say you ain't got no brain
Or start tellin' folks that you suddenly gone lame
Or that white folks had finally co-opted your game
Or worse yet saying that you really don't know...
That's the same thing they said about me a long time ago
And if they tell folks that you finally lost your nerve
That's the same thing they said about us, when we said, �Johannesburg�
But I think the young folks need to know, that things don't go both ways
You can't talk respect on every other song or just every other day
What I'm speakin' on now is the raps about the women folks
On one song she's your African Queen on the next one she's a joke
And you ain't said no words that I haven't heard, but that ain't no compliment
It only insults eight people out of ten and questions your intelligence
Four letter words or four syllable words won't make you important
It'll only magnify how shallow you are and let everybody know it
And if they look at you like they think you insane
Or they call you scarecrow thinkin' you ain't got no brain
Or start tellin' folks that you suddenly gone lame
Or that white folks have finally co-opted your game
Or you really don't know...They said that about me a long time ago
If they finally start to tell people that you lost your nerve
That's what they said about Johannesburg
You ain't insane...you have got a brain
You haven't gone lame; you have got your game
Remember...keep the nerve
Keep the nerve
Keep the nerve
Keep the nerve
...I'm talkin' about peace
Clássico
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