la la la
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hollandadan bıkmayan brel'in yaslılık ve olum temalı sarkısı
quand je serai vieux je serai insupportable
sauf pour mon lit et mon maigre passé
mon chien sera mort ma barbe sera minable
toutes mes morues m'auront laissé tomber
j'habiterai une quelconque belgique
oui m'insultera tout autant que maintenant
quand je lui chanterai vive la république
vivent les belgiens merde pour les flamingants...
la... la... la...
la... la... la...
je serai fui comme un vieil hôpital
par tous les ventres de haute société
je boirai donc seul ma pension de cigale
il faut bien être lorsque l'on a été
je ne serai reçu que par les chats du quartier
a leur festin pour qu'ils ne soient pas treize
mais j'y chanterai sur une simple chaise
j'y chanterai après le rat crevé
messieurs dans le lit de la marquise
c'était moi les quatre-vingt chasseurs...
la... la... la
quand viendra l'heure imbécile et fatale
où il paraît que quelqu'un nous appelle
j'insulterai le flic sacerdotal
penché vers moi comme un larbin du ciel
et je mourirai cerné de rigolos
en me disant qu'il était chouette voltaire
et que si y en a des qu'ont une plume au chapeau
y en a des qui ont une plume dans le derrière...
la... la... la
la... la... la
quand je serai vieux je serai insupportable
sauf pour mon lit et mon maigre passé
mon chien sera mort ma barbe sera minable
toutes mes morues m'auront laissé tomber -
aux suivants albumunde arno tarafından icra edilmistir
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(bkz: la la love you)
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gelmiş geçmiş en popüler şarkı sözü, bi de na na na var böyle.
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sözlerini bilmediğiniz tüm şarkılarda kullanılabilecek evrensel şarkı sözü. joker gibi birşey olduğu düşünülebilir. bazen bildiğiniz bir şarkının sözü olarakta karşınıza çıkabilitesi vardır. (bkz: replikas) *
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"l" harfi kalın okunmak suretiyle bir kısım insanımızın** "bakınız, şurada ne kadar ilginç şeyler oluyor", "bakınız güzel bir kadın geçiyor" şeklinde kullandıkları bir kalıp**.
(bkz: lala das la) -
jay znin bad boys 2 ost sinda bulunan excuse me miss part 2..:
[jay-z]
whooo! whooo!
[chorus]
memph bleek always smoking that la, la, la
beanie sigel always smoking that la, la, la
neptunes track smoke like la, la, la
it's the roc baby sing our lulla-bye (c'mon)
excuse me miss, i'm the shit
you should come, hang with me, basically
hold up, skip all the singing let's get right tonight
mami
[verse 1]
i know my english ain't as modest as you like
but come, get some you little bums
i take the cake from under the bakers thumb
i bake the cake and two it up from one
then i moved to weight like i'm oprah's son
uh, i show you how to do this son
young don't mess with chicks in burberry paddings
fake menolo's boots straight from steve madden
he tatted his-self, as the rap j.f.k.
you wanna pass for my jaqueline, onassis, then
hop ya ass out that s-class
lay back in the maybach, roll the best grass, i ask
have you in your long-legged life
ever seen a watch surrounded by this much pink ice
look but don't touch, muthafucka think twice
cuz this gat that i clutch gotta little red light
need a light?
(to smoke that la, la, la)
[chorus 2]
beanie sigel always smoking that la, la, la
memph bleek always smoking that la, la, la
it's the roc mami sing our lulla-bye
c'mon
excuse me miss, i'm the shit
you should come, hang with me, basically
hold up, skip all the singing let's get right tonight
mami
[verse 2]
we got brothers full of army, mami's in manolo
bags by chanel or louis vuitton logo's
all attracted to hov because they know dough
when they see him, whips be european
if your a 10 chances your with him
if your a 5 you know you ridin' with them
sick with the pen nigga no physician, in the world could fix him
no prescription, you can prescribe to subside his affliction
he's not a sane man, he's more like the reign man twitchin'
you can't reign dance on this picnic
no haitian foodle, no headless chicken
can dead or sickness, no quiji board
you can't see me dawg, niggaz ya cb-4
this ain't chris rock bitch, it's the roc bitch
and i'm the franchise like the houston rockets
yah'mean
[chorus 3]
still smokin' that la, la, la
memph bleek still smokin' that la, la, la
beanie sigel desert eagle the .45
it's the roc baby sing our lulla-bye
c'mon
excuse me miss, i'm the shit
you should come, hang with me, basically
hold up, skip all the singing let's get right tonight
mami
[verse 3]
forget english, talk body language
i be all over mami's like body paintigs
pink diamond necklace, strawberry wrist
please excuse yourself, your very sick
don't confuse me with marbury out this bitch
wanna ball me at the light, you could lose your life
muthafucka's must be smokin' they la, la, la or crack
.45 gun smoke, choke off that
let's get back to the music, i ain't with all that
plus the fedz tappin' my music, yall get all that?
i'm thee! public industry #1
public industry #2 is my whole crew (r.o.c.!)
now i ain't down with who like me or who like you
that's gay, i ain't into liking dudes no way
but get a pen, i can tell you pricks my plans for the future
i never make the news again, my manage use ya
[chorus 3]
as we, smoke that la, la, la
memph bleek still smokin' that la, la, la
beanie sigel desert eagle the .45
it's the roc bitch sing our lulla-bye
c'mon
excuse me miss, i'm the shit
you should come, hang with me, basically
hold up, skip all the singing let's get right tonight
mami
[pharrell williams{of the neptunes}]
well watch me now
uh!
ho!, ho!
c'mon
do you want me to do it
well watch me now -
(bkz: lan yoksa)
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(bkz: la la la human steps)
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bir the bird and the bee şarkısı. apple, ipod touch reklamında kullanmıştı hatta. sözlerini de yazayım tam olsun:
la la la la
la-la-la-la-la
la la la
la-la-la-la-la
la la la
la-la-la-la-la
come on, come on
come on, come on
make yourself free, make yourself grow
come on up into the attic - come and see the glow
a pretty idiot is kissing everyone she doesn't know
and the pigs are eating popcorn, selling tickets to the show.
give yourself away, feel the wind blow
we're watching movies on the ceiling, all the artists we know
if there's someone you don't like you don't have to say hello
there's no reason you should leave
there's no reason you should go
la la la la
la-la-la-la-la
la la la
la-la-la-la-la
la la la
la-la-la-la-la
come on, come on
come on, come on
take yourself out, hit the tambourine
we have loaded up your eyes and fed you tangerines
if you open up your box you will find a time machine
if you try to find a scratch there'll be no signs of where you have been.
give yourself up, make yourself sing
don't tell us that you can't -
you need a sampling?
da da da da-da-da-da-da
da da-da da da-da-da-da-da dadada...
la la la la
la-la-la-la-la
la la la
la-la-la-la-la
la la la
la-la-la-la-la
come on, come on
come on, come on
da da da da-da da-da da
da da-da-da da-da-da
la la la la
la-la-la-la-la
la la la
la-la-la-la-la
la la la
la-la-la-la-la
come on, come on
come on, come on
la la la la
la-la-la-la-la
la la la
la-la-la-la-la
la la la
la-la-la-la-la
come on, come on
come on, come on
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