Friday, February 13, 2009

Crack a Bottle, nueva canción de Eminem, 50 Cent y Dr Dre

El sencillo Crack A Bottle ha permanecido cuatro semanas en la lista Billboard Hot 100; en la tercera se ubicó en el lugar número 78, y ayer 12 de febrero tras la publicación de la lista avanzó presurosamente, a tal rapidez que logró posicionarse en el primer lugar. De esta manera, desplazó al single (My Life Would Suck Without You de Kelly Clarkson) que ocupaba el primer lugar en la tercera semana a la cuarta posición.

En vista del éxito repentino de esta nueva canción demandada por estadounidenses, entonces no hago otra cosa más que publicarla y si es interesante para ustedes lectores entonces sólo queda descargarla a través de Amazon, iTunes u otras (dependiendo).

"Crack a bottle" (Destrozar una botella) es una canción hip-hop interpretada por los raperos estadounidenses Eminem, 50 Cent y Dr Dre. Esperemos el video musical animado, según lo declarado por 50 Cent a MTV.



Letra: Crack a Bottle - Eminem, 50 Cent y Dr Dre

Ladies and getleman ...

So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
Dont act like a snobby model you just hit the lotto
O-oh o-oh, bitch3s hopping in my Tahoe
Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got gloves
Now wheres the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers?
I noticed theres so many of them
and theres really not that many of us.
Ladies love us and my posses kicking up dust.
Its on till the break of dawn
and were starting this party from dusk

Ok .. let's go

Eminem
Back when Andre, the giant, mister elephant tusk
Fix your must, youll just be another one bit the dust
Just one up my mothers son who got thrown under the bus
Kiss my butt. Lick from under cheese from under my nuts
It disgusts me to see the game the way that it looks
Its a must I redeem my name n haters get mushed.
Bitch3s lust. Man they love me when I lay in the cut.
Fist the cut. The lady give her eighty some paper cut.
Now picture us. Its ridiculous you curse at the thought
Cuz when I spit the verse the sh-t
gets worse and worse cuz your soft
If I could fit the words as picture perfect, works every time
Every verse, every line, as simple as nursery rhymes
Its elementary. The elephants have entered the room.
I venture to say with the center of attention its true
Not to mention back with a vengeance so heres the signal
Of the bat symbol. The platinum trio's back on you hoes.

Chorus : Eminem
So crack a bottle, let your body waddle.
Dont act like a snobby model.
You just hit the lotto.
O-oh o-oh, bitches hopping in my Tahoe .
Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got gloves
Now wheres the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers?
I noticed theres so many of them
and there's really not that many of us.
Ladies love us and my posses kicking up dust.
Its on till the break of dawn and were starting this party from dusk.

Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Dre

Dr Dre
They see that low rider go by there, like Oh my!
You aint got to tell me why youre sick cuz I know why.
I dip through in that six trey like sick em Dre.
Im an itch that they cant scratch, theyre sick of me.
But hey, what else can I say? I love LA.
Cuz over and above all, its just another day
And this one begins where the last one ends.
Pick up where we left off and get smashed again.
I'll be dammed, just f-cked around and crashed my Benz.
Driving around with a smashed front end
Lets cash that one in.
Grab another one from out the stable
The Monte Carlo, El Camino or the El Derado
The hell if I know.
Do I want leather seats or vinyl?
Decisions, decision
Garage looks like precision collision.
Or maico beats quake like Waco
Just keep the bass low speakers away from your face though

Chorus : Eminem
So crack a bottle, let your body waddle.
Dont act like a snobby model .
You just hit the lotto.
O-oh o-oh, bitches hopping in my Tahoe .
Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got gloves
Now wheres the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers?
I noticed theres so many of them
and theres really not that many of us.
Ladies love us and my posses kicking up dust.
Its on till the break of dawn and were starting this party from dusk.

And I take great pleasure in introducing: 50 Cent

50 Cent
It's bottle after bottle
The money aint a thang when you party with me
Its what we into its simple
We ball out of control like you wouldn't believe
Im the napalm the bomb the don im king kong
Get rolled on wrapped up and reigned on
Im so calm through vietnam ring the alarm
Bring the shaun dawn burn marajaun do what you want
Nigga on and on till the break of what
Get the paper man im caking you know i dont give a f-ck
I spend it like it dont mean nothing
Blow it like its suposed to be blown
Motherf-cker im grown
I stunt i style i flash the sh-t
I gets what the f-ck i want so what I trick
Fat as- burgandy bags classy sh-t jimmy cho shoes
I say move a bitch move

Chorus : Eminem
So crack a bottle, let your body waddle.
Dont act like a snobby model .
You just hit the lotto.
O-oh o-oh, bitches hopping in my Tahoe .
Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got gloves
Now wheres the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers?
I noticed theres so many of them
and there's really not that many of us.
Ladies love us and my posses kicking up dust.
Its on till the break of dawn and were starting this party from dusk

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