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Hart kloppingen.Vorige week hadden we meschien een verwijzing naar Mol(Rene)en nu meschien naar de Winaar.Wie moest er in de super markt haar Hartslag onder controle houden.Juist: Chandrika
Hart kloppingen.Vorige week hadden we meschien een verwijzing naar de Mol(Rene)en nu meschien naar de Winaar.Wie moest er in de super markt haar Hartslag onder controle houden.Juist: Chandrika
Juist: Astrid
Are you ready, hey, are you ready for this?Are you hangin' on the edge of your seat?I need a break beatAre you ready, hey, are you ready for this?Are you hangin' on the edge of your seat?I need a break beatAre you ready, hey, are you ready for this?Are you hangin' on the edge of your seat?I need a break beatOutta the doorway, the bullets ripRepeat to the sound of the beat, yeahYo, a for the kids in the club that's ready to get buggedAnother one bites the dustA for the thugs with the burners, that wanna blast offAnother one bites the dustAnd for the kids on the blocks, shootin' at the crooked cops, blaowAnother one bites the dustAnd another one gone, and another one gone, another one bites the dust, heyWyclef, Dirty Cash, Young Free...Freddie, where you at?Steve walks warily down the street, with his brim pulled way down lowSome cat up in Brooklyn just got robbed with a KangolAre you ready, hey, are you ready for this?Are you hangin' on the edge of your seat?Out of the doorway, the bullets ripRepeat to the sound of the beat, heyMy man got shot and the block got hotAnother one bites the dustYo, hey yo I hear more shots, it's like Fort Knox kidAnother one bites the dustAnd another one gone, and another one gone, another one bites the dust, heyYo, hold your breath, hold your breath, hold your breathYo, check it If you're a soldier at easeMy military style is known to murder Nazi's, Brooklyn to Germany (Oh yeah)My kamikaze will blow the U2, they hire Idi Amin in TimbuktuWhether you Hindu, or do the VoodooYou can't foresee this unless I bring the previews, yeah yeahYo, it's the number one rappin' band, come on, come onYo, this review, will be critically acclaimedLeave you in critical pain, clinically insaneThe name Wyclef Jean, with a yes, yes y'allBetter have a vest y'all, I'll blast, (Oh yeah) and bless y'all"F"- y'all, the mark of the beast, the triple sixTime running out, listen to the tick (Oh yeah)If you see what I saw, then you see what I seen,If you know what I know, you know what I mean (Oh yeah)Commanding officer of the Navy SEAL teamOnce I give the orders, you feel the infrared (Oh yeah) beam....blaowFor all you critics, sayin' "another remake"Another one bites the dustYow, if you know the deal, this is the master reel, kid, ha haAnother one bites the dust, oh yeahRight, right, Freddie Mercury, where you at yo?And another one gone, and another one gone, another one bites the dustHow do you think I'm gonna get along without you when you're gone?I need a break beat! (Oh yeah)Yo if you're ready for the first of the month, for that welfare check, come onKicked me outta my homeI need a break beat!Are you happy? Are you satisfied?How long can you stand the heat?I need a break beat! Outta the doorway, the bullets repeat to the sound of the beat, yeah, lookoutYo! Bulletproof vests, like the wild wild westAnother one bites the dust Yo, this is a stickup, now take off your RolexAnother one bites the dust Yo, dirty money, good money, yo it's all money-moneyAnother one bites the dust Yo, Dirty Cash, Dirty Cash, the adventures of Dirty CashAnd another one gone, and another one gone, another one bites the dustYo, for the love for the cash I'll blast you in my pathKeep my eyes on the math, you cats don't know the half (Oh yeah)As far as I'm concerned, you cats can burn in flamesThis ain't no game, I'm-a start callin' names (Oh yeah)So come get me, if you know the one-fiftyA million Refugees ready to bust wit' me (Oh yeah)Bloody, filthy, in this rap shhh---You gonna have to kill me, since you can't beat me (Oh yeah)Pras, Dirty, Cash, you're the greedyBelieve me! God'll let me fly, like R. Kelly (Oh yeah)Bite another dust with my man Freddie MercuryWhat height nineties got ya cash, wannabe crazy (Oh yeah)Practically, I tactically destroyDeploy more decoys than a presidential convoy (Oh yeah)My whole envoy stay camouflaged outAnd when I walk the street, I take the Refugee route (Oh yeah)This one go out to all my thugs in the boroughSo just stay thorough, like Kilimanjaro (Oh yeah)Split it with an arrow, my girl platoon rollOutta control, the female mandingos (Oh yeah)Free! I evolve from the egg of a seminarianDon't go down, 'cause I'm a vegetarian (Oh yeah)And when I bust, it ain't in God we trustAnd if you bring a gun, you better bring a black tux (Oh yeah)She looked into my eyes and said F-B-IAnother one bites the dust, oh yeahShe said she loved me, she was a spy who liedAnother one bites the dustRight, I could relate, could you relate?Another one bites
Het fragment is volgens mij het begin van Blue Monday van New Order. Dit nummer stamt uit 1983. En dat is alle informatie die ik op dit moment heb. Heb nog geen link met wie dan ook kunnen vinden.Sammy
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