Snow Patrol - Mp3
Snow_Patrol_-_Just_Say_Yes.mp3
Snow Patrol - You Could Be Happy.mp3
Snow Patrol - Set The Fire To The Third Bar.mp3
Snow Patrol - Signal Fire.mp3
Snow Patrol - Open Your Eyes.mp3
53 - Snow Patrol - Isolation.mp3
Snow Patrol - Take Back The City.mp3
Snow Patrol - Chocolate.mp3
Snow_Patrol_-_Crazy_In_Love.mp3
Snow Patrol - Shut Your Eyes.mp3
Kesha - Tik Tok - Video + Lyrics + Mp3
sábado, 13 de marzo de 2010
Wake up in the morning feeling like P Diddy
(Hey, what up girl?)
Put my glasses on, I'm out the door
I'm gonna hit this city (Lets go)
Before I leave, brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack
Cause when I leave for the night, I ain't coming back
I'm talking - pedicure on our toes, toes
Trying on all our clothes, clothes
Boys blowing up our phones, phones
Drop-topping, playing our favorite cds
Pulling up to the parties
Trying to get a little bit tipsy
Don't stop, make it pop
DJ, blow my speakers up
Tonight, Imma fight
Till we see the sunlight
Tick tock, on the clock
But the party don't stop
Woah-oh oh oh
Woah-oh oh oh (x2)
Ain't got a care in world, but got plenty of beer
Ain't got no money in my pocket, but I'm already here
And now the dudes are lining up cause they hear we got swagger
But we kick em to the curb unless they look like Mick Jagger
I'm talking about - everybody getting crunk, crunk
Boys trying to touch my junk, junk
Gonna smack him if he getting too drunk, drunk
Now, now - we goin till they kick us out, out
Or the police shut us down, down
Police shut us down, down
Po-po shut us -
Don't stop, make it pop
DJ, blow my speakers up
Tonight, Imma fight
Till we see the sunlight
Tick tock, on the clock
But the party don't stop
Woah-oh oh oh
Woah-oh oh oh (x2)
DJ, you build me up
You break me down
My heart, it pounds
Yeah, you got me
With my hands up
You got me now
You got that sound
Yea, you got me
DJ, you build me up
You break me down
My heart, it pounds
Yeah, you got me
With my hands up
Put your hands up
Put your hands up
No, the party don't start until I walk in
Don't stop, make it pop
DJ, blow my speakers up
Tonight, Imma fight
Till we see the sunlight
Tick tock, on the clock
But the party don't stop
Woah-oh oh oh
Woah-oh oh oh (x2)
(Hey, what up girl?)
Put my glasses on, I'm out the door
I'm gonna hit this city (Lets go)
Before I leave, brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack
Cause when I leave for the night, I ain't coming back
I'm talking - pedicure on our toes, toes
Trying on all our clothes, clothes
Boys blowing up our phones, phones
Drop-topping, playing our favorite cds
Pulling up to the parties
Trying to get a little bit tipsy
Don't stop, make it pop
DJ, blow my speakers up
Tonight, Imma fight
Till we see the sunlight
Tick tock, on the clock
But the party don't stop
Woah-oh oh oh
Woah-oh oh oh (x2)
Ain't got a care in world, but got plenty of beer
Ain't got no money in my pocket, but I'm already here
And now the dudes are lining up cause they hear we got swagger
But we kick em to the curb unless they look like Mick Jagger
I'm talking about - everybody getting crunk, crunk
Boys trying to touch my junk, junk
Gonna smack him if he getting too drunk, drunk
Now, now - we goin till they kick us out, out
Or the police shut us down, down
Police shut us down, down
Po-po shut us -
Don't stop, make it pop
DJ, blow my speakers up
Tonight, Imma fight
Till we see the sunlight
Tick tock, on the clock
But the party don't stop
Woah-oh oh oh
Woah-oh oh oh (x2)
DJ, you build me up
You break me down
My heart, it pounds
Yeah, you got me
With my hands up
You got me now
You got that sound
Yea, you got me
DJ, you build me up
You break me down
My heart, it pounds
Yeah, you got me
With my hands up
Put your hands up
Put your hands up
No, the party don't start until I walk in
Don't stop, make it pop
DJ, blow my speakers up
Tonight, Imma fight
Till we see the sunlight
Tick tock, on the clock
But the party don't stop
Woah-oh oh oh
Woah-oh oh oh (x2)
Pixie Lott - Cry me out - Video + lyrics + Mp3
I got your emails you just don't get females now, do you?
Once in my heart, is not in your head, anyway.
Mate your too late and you weren't worth the wait now, were you?
It's out of my hands since you blew your last chance when you played me.
You'll have to cry me out, you'll have to cry me o-o-out.
The tears that I fall, mean nothing at all, it's time to get over yourself.
Baby you aint all that, baby there's no way back.
You can get talking but baby I'm walking away.
When I found out how you messed me about, I was broken.
Back then I beleived you, but now I don't need you no more.
You'll pick on your fault, 'cause you weren't alone, she was with you, yeah.
Now I couldn't care, 'bout who, what or where, we're through.
You'll have to cry me out, you'll have to cry me o-o-out.
The tears that I fall, mean nothing at all, it's time to get over yourself.
Baby you will ..., baby there's no way back.
You can get talking but baby I'm walking away.
Gunna have to cry me out,
gunna have to cry me out,
boy there ain't no doubt,
gunna have to cry me out.
Boy I've had a little bit,
boy you better get used to it.
You can get talking but baby I'm walking away.
Oooooh.
Listen, I got the emails, I got the texts,
the answers still the same, it's just the way it is,
I gotta go.
You'll have to cry me out, you'll have to cry me o-o-out.
The tears that I fall, mean nothing at all, it's time to get over yourself.
Baby you will ..., baby there's no way back.
You can get talking, baby I'm walking away.
You'll have to cry me out, you'll have to cry me o-o-out.
The tears that I fall, mean nothing at all, it's time to get over yourself.
Baby you will ..., baby there's no way back.
You can get talking but baby I'm walking away.
Once in my heart, is not in your head, anyway.
Mate your too late and you weren't worth the wait now, were you?
It's out of my hands since you blew your last chance when you played me.
You'll have to cry me out, you'll have to cry me o-o-out.
The tears that I fall, mean nothing at all, it's time to get over yourself.
Baby you aint all that, baby there's no way back.
You can get talking but baby I'm walking away.
When I found out how you messed me about, I was broken.
Back then I beleived you, but now I don't need you no more.
You'll pick on your fault, 'cause you weren't alone, she was with you, yeah.
Now I couldn't care, 'bout who, what or where, we're through.
You'll have to cry me out, you'll have to cry me o-o-out.
The tears that I fall, mean nothing at all, it's time to get over yourself.
Baby you will ..., baby there's no way back.
You can get talking but baby I'm walking away.
Gunna have to cry me out,
gunna have to cry me out,
boy there ain't no doubt,
gunna have to cry me out.
Boy I've had a little bit,
boy you better get used to it.
You can get talking but baby I'm walking away.
Oooooh.
Listen, I got the emails, I got the texts,
the answers still the same, it's just the way it is,
I gotta go.
You'll have to cry me out, you'll have to cry me o-o-out.
The tears that I fall, mean nothing at all, it's time to get over yourself.
Baby you will ..., baby there's no way back.
You can get talking, baby I'm walking away.
You'll have to cry me out, you'll have to cry me o-o-out.
The tears that I fall, mean nothing at all, it's time to get over yourself.
Baby you will ..., baby there's no way back.
You can get talking but baby I'm walking away.
Venueconnection- Madrid Boogie
miércoles, 3 de febrero de 2010
01. Madrid Boogie. 3:56
02. Cool vanilla. 4:41
03. Stay at home. 4:01
04. Stand up. 4:29
05. Bring back the funk. 1:42
06. Walkin’ your dreams. 4:34
07. Not in luck. 4:22
08. Mar de las calmas. 3:38
09. Mmm song. 4:26
10. Art of disappearing. 3:39
11. Lo siento. 3:28
12. Oriental glamour. 1:53
13. Let’s freeze. 4:33
14. The guitar. 5:29
15. Goodbye 13th century. 4:00
16. Is it right? 3:47
02. Cool vanilla. 4:41
03. Stay at home. 4:01
04. Stand up. 4:29
05. Bring back the funk. 1:42
06. Walkin’ your dreams. 4:34
07. Not in luck. 4:22
08. Mar de las calmas. 3:38
09. Mmm song. 4:26
10. Art of disappearing. 3:39
11. Lo siento. 3:28
12. Oriental glamour. 1:53
13. Let’s freeze. 4:33
14. The guitar. 5:29
15. Goodbye 13th century. 4:00
16. Is it right? 3:47
On - Pablo Sciuto
Tamaño: 64 Mb
Calidad: 192 kb/s - 44100 Hz
Estilo: Pop
Año: 2.009
Calidad: 192 kb/s - 44100 Hz
Estilo: Pop
Año: 2.009
Pablo Sciuto - On (2009)
Lista de temas:
01- On.
02- Nace
03- Antena.
04- Las piernas
05- Extraño método de amar
06- Bailar
07- Móvil
08- Paisaje
09- Codificado
10- Volar
11- 99 pasos
12- Tiempo
Lista de temas:
01- On.
02- Nace
03- Antena.
04- Las piernas
05- Extraño método de amar
06- Bailar
07- Móvil
08- Paisaje
09- Codificado
10- Volar
11- 99 pasos
12- Tiempo
AKON - KONVICTED
viernes, 29 de enero de 2010
1. Shake Down
2. Blown Away - (con Styles P)
3. Smack That - (con Eminem)
4. I Wanna Love You - (con Snoop Dogg)
5. Rain, The
6. Never Took the Time
7. Mama Africa
8. I Can’t Wait
9. Gangsta Bop
10.Tired of Runnin’
11.Once in a While
12.Don’t Matter
2. Blown Away - (con Styles P)
3. Smack That - (con Eminem)
4. I Wanna Love You - (con Snoop Dogg)
5. Rain, The
6. Never Took the Time
7. Mama Africa
8. I Can’t Wait
9. Gangsta Bop
10.Tired of Runnin’
11.Once in a While
12.Don’t Matter
AKON - TROUBLE
Trouble
1. Locked Up
2. Trouble Nobody
3. Bananza (Belly Dancer)
4. Gangsta - (with Daddy T/Picklehead & Devyne)
5. Pot of Gold
6. Show Out
7. Lonely
8. When the Time’s Right
9. Journey
10.Don’t Let Up
11.I Won’t
12.Locked Up - (remix, Bonus Track, featuring Styles P)
1. Locked Up
2. Trouble Nobody
3. Bananza (Belly Dancer)
4. Gangsta - (with Daddy T/Picklehead & Devyne)
5. Pot of Gold
6. Show Out
7. Lonely
8. When the Time’s Right
9. Journey
10.Don’t Let Up
11.I Won’t
12.Locked Up - (remix, Bonus Track, featuring Styles P)
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