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00:00 Nina Simone — Love Me Or Leave Me (1958)
03:19 Nina Simone — Solitude (1962)
06:59 Nina Simone — Bye Bye Blackbird (1962)
15:12 Nina Simone — Satin Doll (1962)
18:46 Nina Simone — Zungo (1962)
21:41 Nina Simone — Exactly Like You (1959)
24:51 Nina Simone — Blues For Porgy (1960)
29:55 Nina Simone — Fine And Mellow (1959)
33:22 Nina Simone — Something To Live For (1962)
36:13 Nina Simone — Tomorrow (We Will Meet Once More) (1959)
39:11 Nina Simone — Work Song (1961)
41:42 Nina Simone — Children Go Where I Send You (1959)
44:31 Nina Simone — Good Bait (1958)
49:55 Nina Simone — Willow Weep For Me (1959)
53:05 Nina Simone — My Baby Just Cares For Me (1958)
56:39 Nina Simone — Forbidden Fruit (1961)
01:00:24 Nina Simone — Dont Smoke In Bed (1958)
01:03:28 Nina Simone — House Of The Rising Sun (1962)
01:07:54 Nina Simone — It Might As Well Be Spring (1959)
01:11:46 Nina Simone — I Got It Bad (1962)
01:15:49 Nina Simone — It Dont Mean A Thing (1962)
01:18:08 Nina Simone — Central Park Blues (1958)
01:23:38 Nina Simone — Hey, Buddy Bolden (1962)
01:26:00 Nina Simone — Ill Look Around (1961)
01:31:02 Nina Simone — Ninas Blues (1960)
01:37:05 Nina Simone — Youll Never Walk Alone (1958)
01:40:48 Nina Simone — Chilly Winds Dont Blow (1959)
01:43:26 Nina Simone — I Like The Sunrise (1962)
01:46:23 Nina Simone — I Loves You Porgy (1958)
01:50:30 Nina Simone — Just Say I Love Him (1961)
01:57:02 Nina Simone — Gin House Blues (1961)
Nina Simone (born Eunice Kathleen Waymon; February 21, 1933 – April 21, 2003) was an American singer, songwriter, pianist, arranger, and civil rights activist who worked in a broad range of musical styles including classical, jazz, blues, folk, R
Yeah, breakfast at Tiffanys and bottles of bubbles
Girls with tattoos who like getting in trouble
Lashes and diamonds, ATM machines
Buy myself all of my favorite things (yeah)
Been through some bad shit, I should be a sad bitch
Who woulda thought itd turn me to a savage?
Rather be tied up with calls and not strings
Write my own checks like I write what I sing, yeah (yeah)
My wrist, stop watchin, my neck is flossy
Make big deposits, my gloss is poppin
You like my hair? Gee, thanks, just bought it
I see it, I like it, I want it, I got it (yeah)
I want it, I got it, I want it, I got it
I want it, I got it, I want it, I got it
You like my hair? Gee, thanks, just bought it
I see it, I like it, I want it, I got it (yeah)
Wearing a ring, but aint gon be no «Mrs.»
Bought matching diamonds for six of my bitches
Id rather spoil all my friends with my riches
Think retail therapy my new addiction
Whoever said money cant solve your problems
Must not have had enough money to solve em
They say, «Which one?» I say, «Nah, I want all of em»
Happiness is the same price as red bottoms
My smile is beamin, my skin is gleamin
The way it shine, I know youve seen it (youve seen it)
I bought a crib just for the closet
Both his and hers, I want it, I got it, yeah
I want it, I got it, I want it, I got it
I want it, I got it, I want it, I got it (baby)
You like my hair? Gee, thanks, just bought it (oh yeah)
I see it, I like it, I want it, I got it (yeah)
Yeah, my receipts, be lookin like phone numbers
If it aint money, then wrong number
Black card is my business card
The way it be settin the tone for me
I dont mean to brag, but I be like, «Put it in the bag, » yeah
When you see them racks, they stacked up like my ass, yeah
Shoot, go from the store to the booth
Make it all back in one loop, give me the loot
Never mind, I got the juice
Nothing but net when we shoot
Look at my neck, look at my jet
Aint got enough money to pay me respect
Aint no budget when Im on the set
If I like it, then thats what I get, yeah
I want it, I got it, I want it, I got it (yeah)
I want it, I got it, I want it, I got it (oh yeah, yeah)
You like my hair? Gee, thanks, just bought it
I see it, I like it, I want it, I got it (yeah)
We used to be number 10
Now were permanent one,
In the battle lost my finger, Mic became my arm
Pistol nozzle hits your nasal, blood becomes lukewarm
Tell the woman be easy Naah squeeze the Charmin
Test Wyclef, see death flesh get scorned.
Beat you so bad make you feel like you aint wanna be born
And tell your friends stay the hell out of my lawn.
Chicken George became Dead George stealin chickens from my farm.
Damn, Another dead pigeon
If your mafiosos then Im bringin on Haitian Sicilians
Nobodys shootin, my bodys made of hand grenade
Girl bled to death while she was tongue-kissing a razor blade.
That sounds sick maybe one eday Ill write a horror
Blackula comes to the ghetto, jacks an ACURA
Stevie Wonder sees Crack Babies Be-Coming Enemies of their own families.
Whats going on?
Armageddon come you know we soon done
Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump
A boy on the side of Babylon, trying to front like hes down with Mount Zion.
Oooh La La La, Its the way that we rock when were doing our thang
Oooh La La La, Its the natural LA that the Refugees Bring
Oooh La La La La La La Lalala La Laaah, Sweeeeet Thing
На одной из прогулок вспомнил свою молодость, когда то занимался футболом, чеканили не на счет а на время, по моему рекорд мой был около двух часов, ногой 5 часов. Буду учить сына этому ремеслу, Жонглирование мячом или футбольный фристайл, надеюсь он превзойдет своего отца.
