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Num POSTO DA IPIRANGA, às margens plácidas,

De um VOLVO heróico BRAHMA retumbante

SKOL da liberdade em RIDER fulgido

Brilhou no SHELL da Pátria nesse instante

Se o KNORR dessa igualdade

Conseguimos conquistar com braço FORD

Em teu SEIKO, ó liberdade

Desafio nosso peito à MICROSOFT

O PARMALAT, MASTERCARD, SHARP, SHARP

AMIL um sonho intenso, um RÁDIO PHILLIPS

De amor e de LUFTHANSA terra desce

INTEL formoso céu risonho OLYMPICUS

A imagem do BRADESCO resplandesce

GILLETE pela própria natureza

És belo ESCORT impávido colosso

E o teu futuro espelha essa GRENDENE

Hino Nacional Brasileiro

CERPA GELADA!

Entre outras mil é SUVINIL, COMPAQ amada.

Do PHILCO deste SOLLO és mãe DORIL

COCA COLA, BOMBRIL !

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Jovem não briga.........................dá porrada
Jovem não vai em festa...............vai pra Balada
Jovem não bebe.........................chapa o coco
Jovem não cai............................capota
Jovem não faz amor....................transa,mete,trepa
Jovem não entende.....................se liga
Jovem não fuma.........................puxa
Jovem não come........................engole
Jovem não entra........................invade
Jovem não mata.........................destrói
Jovem não pede.........................impõe
Jovem não fala..........................Troca ideia
Jovem não defeca.......................caga
Jovem não urina..........................mija
Jovem não cospe........................escarra
Jovem não solta gases................peida
Jovem não vai embora.................vaza
Jovem não digita........................tecla
Jovem não reclama.....................protesta
Jovem não xinga.........................manda tomar no cu
Jovem não dorme........................apaga
Jovem nunca tá apaixonado..........tá afim
Jovem não vai pro motel...............transa no carro
Jovem não viaja..........................faz uma trip
Jovem não namora.......................da uns pega
Jovem não se masturba...............bate uma
Jovem não mente.......................passa migué
Jovem quando beija não põe a mão na cintura.......mete a mao na bunda
Jovem não ouve música...............curte um som
Jovem não se dá mal...................se fode
Jovem não fica triste...................fica chateado
Jovem não acha interessante........acha irado
Jovem não é gente.......................é jovem
E para finalizar, um verso : " Sangue na veia de jovem nao corre,tira racha..."

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Artista: Eminem
Álbum: 8 Mile Soundtrack
Música: 8 Mile

Sometimes I just feel like, quittin' I still might
Why do I put up this fight, why do I still write
Sometimes it's hard enough just dealin' with real life
Sometimes I wanna jump on stage and just kill mics
And show these people what my level of skill's like
But I'm still white, sometimes I just hate life
Somethin' ain't right, hit the brake lights
Case of the stage fright, drawin' a blank like
Da-duh-duh-da-da, it ain't my fault
Great big eye balls, my insides crawl
and I clam up, I just slam shut
I just can't do it, my whole manhood's just been stripped
I have just been vicked
So I must then get, off the bus then split
Man fuck this shit yo, I'm goin' the fuck home
Rolling my shoulders as I run back to this 8 Mile Road

CHORUS
I'm a man, I'ma make a new plan
Time for me to just stand up, and travel new land
Time for me to just take matters into my own hands
Once I'm over these tracks man I'ma never look back (8 Mile Road)
And I'm gone, I know right where I'm goin'
Sorry momma I'm grown, I must travel alone
And go follow the footsteps I'm makin' my own
Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road

I'm walkin' these train tracks, tryin' to regain back
the spirit I had 'fore I go back to the same crap
To the same plant, and the same pants
Tryin' to chase rap, gotta move ASAP
And get a new plan, momma's got a new man
Poor little baby sister, she don't understand
Sits in front of the TV, buries her nose in the pad
And just colors until the crayon gets dull in her hand
While she colors her big brother and mother and dad
Ain't no tellin' what really goes on in her little head
Wish I could be the daddy that neither one of us had
But I keep runnin' from somethin' I never wanted so bad
Sometimes I get upset, 'cause I ain't blew up yet
It's like I grew up, but I ain't grow me two nuts yet
Don't gotta rep my step, don't got enough pep
The pressure's too much man, I'm just tryin' to do what's best
And I try, sit alone and I cry
Yo I won't tell no lie, not a moment goes by
That I don't pray to the sky, please I'm beggin' you God
Please don't let me be bitchin' holdin' no regular job
Yo I hope you can hear me homey wherever you are
Yo I'm tellin' you dawg I'm bailin' this trailer tomorrow
Tell my mother I love her, kiss baby sister goodbye
Say whenever you need me baby I'm never too far
But yo I gotta get out there, the only way I know
And I'ma be back for you, the second that I blow
On everything I own, I'll make it on my own
Off to work I go, back to this 8 Mile Road

Chorus

You gotta live it to feel it, you didn't you wouldn't get it
Or see what the big deal is, why it wasn't the skillest
To be walkin' this borderline of Detroit city limits
It's different, it's a certain significance, a certificate
of authenticity, you'd never even see
But it's everything to me, it's my credibility
You never seen heard smelled or met a real MC
who's incredible upon the same pedestal as me
But yet, still unsigned, havin' a rough time
Sit on the porch with all my friends and kick dumb rhymes
Go to work and serve MC's in the lunch line
But when it comes crunch time, where do my punchlines go
Who must I show, to bust my flow
Where must I go, who must I know
Or am I just another crab in the bucket
'Cause I ain't havin' no luck with this little Rabbit so fuck it
Maybe I need a new outlet, I'm startin' to doubt shit
I'm feelin' a little skeptical who I hang out with
I look like a bum, yo my clothes ain't about shit
if the Salvation Army tryin' to salvage an outfit
And it's cold, tryin' to travel this road
Plus I feel like I'm on stuck in this battlin' mode
My defenses are so up, but one thing I don't want
is pity from no one, the city is no fun
There is no sun, and it's so dark
Sometimes I feel like I'm just bein' pulled apart
I'm torn in my limbs, by each one of my friends
It's enough to make me just wanna jump out of my skin
Sometimes I feel like a robot, sometimes I just know not
what I'm doin' I just blow, my head is a stove top
I just explode, the kettle gets so hot
Sometimes my mouth just overloads the ass that I don't got
But I've learned, it's time for me to U-turn
Yo it only takes one time for me to get burned
Ain't no fallin' no next time I meet a new girl
I can no longer play stupid or be immature
I got every ingredient, all I need is the courage
Like I already got the beat, all I need is the words
Got the urge, suddenly it's a surge
Suddenly a new burst of energy has occurred
Time to show these free world leaders the three and a third
I am no longer scared now, I'm free as a bird
Then I turn and cross over the median curb
Hit the verbs and all you see is a blur from 8 Mile Road

Chorus

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