<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6678969428525265560</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:37:17.965-08:00</updated><category term='biografia'/><category term='letra de canciones'/><title type='text'>EEMINEMM</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://traumita.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678969428525265560/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traumita.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>traumita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01354473243204704677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6xIhHK75W1I/SdljxMnUohI/AAAAAAAAACk/o_8O4tzV9iU/S220/ttt.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6678969428525265560.post-5960566498109615657</id><published>2009-05-10T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T17:46:20.594-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letra de canciones'/><title type='text'>CRACK A BOTTLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Oooh! Ladies and gentlemen, the moment you've all been waiting for&lt;br /&gt;In this corner, weighing 175 pounds, with a record of 17 rapes,&lt;br /&gt;400 assaults, and 4 murders, the undisputed,&lt;br /&gt;most diabolic villain in the world, Slim Shady!&lt;br /&gt;So crack a bottle, let your body waddle.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t act like a snobby model .&lt;br /&gt;You just hit the lotto.&lt;br /&gt;Uh oh uh oh, bitches hopping in my Tahoe .&lt;br /&gt;Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got gloves&lt;br /&gt;Now where’s the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers?&lt;br /&gt;I noticed there’s so many of them&lt;br /&gt;and there’s really not that many of us.&lt;br /&gt;Ladies love us and my posse’s kicking up dust.&lt;br /&gt;It’s on till the break of dawn&lt;br /&gt;and we’re starting this party from dusk.&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Dre…&lt;br /&gt;They see that low rider go by there, like “Oh my!”&lt;br /&gt;You ain’t got to tell me why you’re sick cuz I know why.&lt;br /&gt;I dip through in that six trey like sick ‘em Dre.&lt;br /&gt;I’m an itch that they can’t scratch, they’re sick of me.&lt;br /&gt;But hey, what else can I say? I love LA.&lt;br /&gt;Cuz over and above all, it’s just another day&lt;br /&gt;And this one begins where the last one ends.&lt;br /&gt;Pick up where we left off and get smashed again.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be dammed, just  around and crashed my Benz.&lt;br /&gt;Driving around with a smashed front end.&lt;br /&gt;Let’s cash that one in.&lt;br /&gt;Grab another one from out the stable.&lt;br /&gt;The Monte Carlo, El Camino or the El Derado.&lt;br /&gt;The hell if I know&lt;br /&gt;do I want leather seats or vinyl?&lt;br /&gt;Decisions, decisions. Garage looks like precision collision&lt;br /&gt;Or maico beats quake like Waco.&lt;br /&gt;Just keep the bass low speakers away from your face though.&lt;br /&gt;So crack a bottle, let your body waddle.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t act like a snobby model.&lt;br /&gt;You just hit the lotto.&lt;br /&gt;Uh oh uh oh, bitches hopping in my Tahoe .&lt;br /&gt;Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got gloves&lt;br /&gt;Now where’s the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers?&lt;br /&gt;I noticed there’s so many of them&lt;br /&gt;and there’s really not that many of us.&lt;br /&gt;Ladies love us and my posse’s kicking up dust.&lt;br /&gt;It’s on till the break of dawn&lt;br /&gt;and we’re starting this party from dusk.&lt;br /&gt;Back when Andre, the giant, mister elephant tusk.&lt;br /&gt;Picture us, you’ll just be another one bit the dust .&lt;br /&gt;Just one up my mother’s son who got thrown under the bus.&lt;br /&gt;Kiss my butt. Lick my wonder cheese from under my nuts.&lt;br /&gt;It disgusts me to see the game the way that it looks&lt;br /&gt;It’s a must I redeem my name n haters get murked ().&lt;br /&gt;Bitches lust. Man they love me when I lay in the cut.&lt;br /&gt;Missed the cut. The lady give a () some paper cut.&lt;br /&gt;Now picture us. It’s ridiculous you curse at the thought&lt;br /&gt;Cuz when I spit the verse the&lt;br /&gt;gets worse and worse cuz your soft&lt;br /&gt;If I could fit the words as picture perfect, works every time&lt;br /&gt;Every verse, every line, as simple as nursery rhymes&lt;br /&gt;It’s elementary. The elephants have entered the room.&lt;br /&gt;I venture to say with the same repetition is true&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention back with a vengeance and hit the signal&lt;br /&gt;Of the bat symbol. The platinum dude is back on you hoes.&lt;br /&gt;So crack a bottle, let your body waddle.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t act like a snobby model .&lt;br /&gt;You just hit the lotto.&lt;br /&gt;Uh oh uh oh, bitches hopping in my Tahoe .&lt;br /&gt;Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got gloves&lt;br /&gt;Now where’s the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers?&lt;br /&gt;I noticed there’s so many of them&lt;br /&gt;and there’s really not that many of us.&lt;br /&gt;Ladies love us and my posse’s kicking up dust.&lt;br /&gt;It’s on till the break of dawn&lt;br /&gt;and we’re starting this party from dusk.&lt;br /&gt;It’s sorta like pourin’ Draino down a live volcano.&lt;br /&gt;You never know what’ll happen next, it may blow.&lt;br /&gt;Same things happen to the beats when Dre blows&lt;br /&gt;I talk , but my dick’s long as my payroll&lt;br /&gt;I get  like a ball player, but I’m a boss player&lt;br /&gt;Pimpin’ hoes from here to Australia.&lt;br /&gt;Till I get heart failure.&lt;br /&gt;Look at ya half of ya’ll, all scared.&lt;br /&gt;Other half, hands up in the air, like “Awww yeah.”&lt;br /&gt;This is our year. This is what you call sheer talent,&lt;br /&gt;but I think at this point it’s just obvious&lt;br /&gt;Fierce, they say my music’s good for all queers&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I make your ear ring . Ears and all ears ().&lt;br /&gt;Call us the mafia. We got the  mob here.&lt;br /&gt;Gimme the hate and I’ll feed off of ya’s all year.&lt;br /&gt;,I’m just doing my job here.&lt;br /&gt;You don’t want problem, do ya?&lt;br /&gt; it, I’ll even crack a bottle for ya.&lt;br /&gt;So crack a bottle, let your body waddle.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t act like a snobby model .&lt;br /&gt;You just hit the lotto.&lt;br /&gt;Uh oh uh oh, bitches hopping in my Tahoe .&lt;br /&gt;Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got gloves&lt;br /&gt;Now where’s the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers?&lt;br /&gt;I noticed there’s so many of them and there’s really not that many of us.&lt;br /&gt;Ladies love us and my posse’s kicking up dust.&lt;br /&gt;It’s on till the break of dawn&lt;br /&gt;and we’re starting this party from dusk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6678969428525265560-5960566498109615657?l=traumita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://traumita.blogspot.com/feeds/5960566498109615657/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6678969428525265560&amp;postID=5960566498109615657' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678969428525265560/posts/default/5960566498109615657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678969428525265560/posts/default/5960566498109615657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traumita.blogspot.com/2009/05/crack-bottle.html' title='CRACK A BOTTLE'/><author><name>traumita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01354473243204704677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6xIhHK75W1I/SdljxMnUohI/AAAAAAAAACk/o_8O4tzV9iU/S220/ttt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6678969428525265560.post-2520361852583026442</id><published>2009-04-05T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T17:53:18.334-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letra de canciones'/><title type='text'>100 DEGREES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6xIhHK75W1I/SdllMuybyjI/AAAAAAAAADE/tDnNVyQqFS8/s1600-h/26404_~1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 434px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 284px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321395704107354674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6xIhHK75W1I/SdllMuybyjI/AAAAAAAAADE/tDnNVyQqFS8/s400/26404_~1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;You ready to do this&lt;br /&gt;Ok&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Come on&lt;br /&gt;Let's go&lt;br /&gt;This is an invasion&lt;br /&gt;The Evil Genius, Green Lantern&lt;br /&gt;Mike Shinoda&lt;br /&gt;Ladies &amp;amp; Gentlemen, I would like to welcome you to a Fort Minor event&lt;br /&gt;The countdown has begun&lt;br /&gt;The Rising Tied is almost here&lt;br /&gt;But for now..&lt;br /&gt;C'mon Mike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get it going for the everyman, anybody&lt;br /&gt;You gotta be ready&lt;br /&gt;It's heavy when we get it rowdy&lt;br /&gt;We won't apologise or even think of saying sorry&lt;br /&gt;This is the way we rock st..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get it going for the everyman, anybody&lt;br /&gt;You gotta be ready&lt;br /&gt;It's heavy when we get it rowdy&lt;br /&gt;We won't apologise or even think of saying sorry&lt;br /&gt;This is the way we rock steady over everybody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You probably shocked&lt;br /&gt;Probably ready to stop this already&lt;br /&gt;You probably can't hang with the weight we attack it so steady&lt;br /&gt;We let it rock the road&lt;br /&gt;Bang the bend&lt;br /&gt;Shake the chevy&lt;br /&gt;Tiil everybody feels it in their chest&lt;br /&gt;Stay with it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the time so just follow me&lt;br /&gt;It's already heated to 100 degrees&lt;br /&gt;so Get up (Get up)&lt;br /&gt;Get up (Get up)&lt;br /&gt;Get up (Get up)&lt;br /&gt;Get up (Get up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait a second&lt;br /&gt;You know the program&lt;br /&gt;This is not slow jam&lt;br /&gt;This is not a love song&lt;br /&gt;Unless you love tearing shit down&lt;br /&gt;Take a look around, you're not running this&lt;br /&gt;You're bluffing, you're nothing&lt;br /&gt;We'll hit you like a ton of bricks&lt;br /&gt;Pitch it together with pressure you could never stand&lt;br /&gt;The softest leather just a featherweight we'll never man&lt;br /&gt;We're not your competitors setting you it straight&lt;br /&gt;You'll never compete&lt;br /&gt;Forget it, it's already too late&lt;br /&gt;Go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the time so just follow me&lt;br /&gt;It's already heated to 100 degrees&lt;br /&gt;so Get up (Get up)&lt;br /&gt;Get up (Get up)&lt;br /&gt;Get up (Get up)&lt;br /&gt;Get up (Get up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't see I'ma make you see this&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know I'ma make you believe it.&lt;br /&gt;Get up (Get up)&lt;br /&gt;Get up (Get up)&lt;br /&gt;Get up (Get up)&lt;br /&gt;Get up (Get up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ssh&lt;br /&gt;Gimme a second, I'm collecting my thoughts and setting plots&lt;br /&gt;Alright ya'll ready or not&lt;br /&gt;I've listened and watched and waited for an opening spot&lt;br /&gt;And now that i got it nobody can pay me to stop&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of that same thing I've been forced to hear&lt;br /&gt;Over and over again&lt;br /&gt;Let me make this clear&lt;br /&gt;If anybody pretends that we're nothing to fear&lt;br /&gt;I solemnly swear it's over&lt;br /&gt;You can tell 'em we're here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the time so just follow me&lt;br /&gt;It's already heated to 100 degrees&lt;br /&gt;so Get up (Get up)&lt;br /&gt;Get up (Get up)&lt;br /&gt;Get up (Get up)&lt;br /&gt;Get up (Get up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't see I'ma make you see this&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know I'ma make you believe it.&lt;br /&gt;Get up (Get up)&lt;br /&gt;Get up (Get up)&lt;br /&gt;Get up (Get up)&lt;br /&gt;Get up (Get up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody owes, everybody pays because&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6678969428525265560-2520361852583026442?l=traumita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://traumita.blogspot.com/feeds/2520361852583026442/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6678969428525265560&amp;postID=2520361852583026442' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678969428525265560/posts/default/2520361852583026442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678969428525265560/posts/default/2520361852583026442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traumita.blogspot.com/2009/04/100-degrees.html' title='100 DEGREES'/><author><name>traumita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01354473243204704677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6xIhHK75W1I/SdljxMnUohI/AAAAAAAAACk/o_8O4tzV9iU/S220/ttt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6xIhHK75W1I/SdllMuybyjI/AAAAAAAAADE/tDnNVyQqFS8/s72-c/26404_~1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6678969428525265560.post-4640830692135620265</id><published>2008-11-30T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T17:54:25.237-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letra de canciones'/><title type='text'>You Dont Know - Eminem ft 50cent, Cashis y Lloyd Banks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Who run it? You know, you actin' like you don't know.. We run it.. You know but you actin' like you don't know.. Who run it? You know, you actin' like you don't know.. We run it.. You know but you actin' like you don't know..&lt;br /&gt;[ Chorus ]&lt;br /&gt;You know, you actin' like you don't know I tear the club up fo' sho This flow is gon' bring more dough And you know but actin' like you don't know&lt;br /&gt;[ Verse 1 ] [ 50 cent ]&lt;br /&gt;Now homie I say I run it run it cause I’m in control Hypnotic, hennessey, a couple shots of patrone I have you feelin' aight, I get you high as a kite Party poppin' shorty said she's comin' with me tonight I ain't shoulder leanin', I ain't snappin' and poppin' Either I’m bobbin' my head or I’m just standin' there watchin' [uh huh!] I'm a hustler I hustle, you can tell that I’m paid And I protect what I got, I’m in the house with my blade Nigga you front you gon' get it, ok now maybe I said it Cuz I want you triddip, yeah I be on that shiddit You should see when I’m stuntin' I flash the stones that be wantin' (haha!) Push the whip see me rollin', you can tell that I’m holdin' I'm just doin' my thang, you know the units the gang I got my grimy shady with me you front you'll have to get me Off your ass (yeah!), I pay the lawsuit and laugh (haha!) It's not a big deal it's nuttin' but some cash.. [bring the hook back!]&lt;br /&gt;[ Chorus ]&lt;br /&gt;Who run it? You know, you actin' like you don't know I tear the club up fo' sho This flow is gon' bring more dough [fifty] And you know but actin' like you don't know [g-unit!] Who run it? You know, you actin' like you don't know I tear the club up fo' sho This flow is gon' bring more dough [yeah!] And you know but actin' like you don't know&lt;br /&gt;[ Verse 2 ] [ Eminem ]&lt;br /&gt;When me and fif got together to do this music The more we became enveloped we just developed a fellowship through it It's no pretend shit, it's friendship, me nemisis is su nemisis Ain't for him, it's just media, see to them it's just images [come on!] But this shit is no gimmicks, this is blood in and blood out (whoooo!) When it's beef you jus' gotta know when to butt in and butt out If there's a problem we solve it, if we don't resolve it It just usually jus' evolves into one big brawl and we all get involved in it [yeah!] We should all get a merit, as much beef we inherit And wear it like a badge of honor, pass it around and share it And let it go to whoevers holdin' the most current beef on their shoulders And their soldiers got their backs till it's over But tonight, we ain't comin' here to beef with nobody We came to party, banks, cashis and mr. Ferrari So it's shady after-mizz-ath back in that ass, you izz-ass [yeah.. Come on!] Come izzon what kinda fizz-uckin' position is that.. (haaa!)&lt;br /&gt;[ Chorus ]&lt;br /&gt;Who run it? [you know, you actin' like you don't know] I tear the club up fo' sho [this flow is gon' bring more dough] And you know but actin' like you don't know Who run it? [i said you know, you actin' like you don't know] I tear the club up fo' sho [this flow is gon' bring more dough] And you know but actin' like you don't know {cashis, break it down now!}&lt;br /&gt;[ Verse 3 ] [ Cashis ]&lt;br /&gt;Pistol play, ricochet, see where the victim lay Slumped over bleedin', jfk Hk to your chest plate Cave out and ride till the death, do you rep that way Forever I’ma be a shady 7-4 gangster Plus I survived everything you got in that chamber I thrived off-a danger, jumpin' in all beef You keep talkin' shit, now the squad called me.. [banks!]&lt;br /&gt;[ Verse 4 ] [ Lloyd banks ]&lt;br /&gt;Enough holdin' back the steam (uh), em let off a magazine Dappadon cappa-queens, mixed in with cashis creams (yeah) Started off with half a dream, developed into what you see Tellin' ain't my cup of tea, can't tell I’m a fuckin' g [uh huh!] I'ma hold a 'matic, when I’m at it, start static and you splattered Shit shattered, I’m a walkin' bitch magnet [oh!] Spit it how I live it, live it all the way to the limit And I’m always on my pivot for my digits, you dig it.. [come on!]&lt;br /&gt;[ Chorus ]&lt;br /&gt;We run it! You know, you actin' like you don't know [whoa!] I tear the club up fo' sho [fo' sho!] This flow is gon' bring more dough [more dough!] And you know but actin' like you don't know [don't know!] Who run it? You know, you actin' like you don't know [yeah!] I tear the club up fo' sho This flow is gon' bring more dough And you know but actin' like you don't know Who run it?&lt;br /&gt;[ Outro ] [ Tony Yayo ]&lt;br /&gt;You know what this is.. Shady.. G-unit.. Aftermath.. Lloyd banks.. Cashis.. Marshall mathers.. Ferrari f-50.. Its a movement.. You can't stop it.. Talk of new york, tony yayo.. Go.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6678969428525265560-4640830692135620265?l=traumita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://traumita.blogspot.com/feeds/4640830692135620265/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6678969428525265560&amp;postID=4640830692135620265' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678969428525265560/posts/default/4640830692135620265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678969428525265560/posts/default/4640830692135620265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traumita.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-dont-know-eminem-ft-50cent-cashis-y.html' title='You Dont Know - Eminem ft 50cent, Cashis y Lloyd Banks'/><author><name>traumita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01354473243204704677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6xIhHK75W1I/SdljxMnUohI/AAAAAAAAACk/o_8O4tzV9iU/S220/ttt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6678969428525265560.post-1272493853867933732</id><published>2008-11-29T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T17:56:10.683-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letra de canciones'/><title type='text'>crazy in love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6xIhHK75W1I/STHvX5CHOdI/AAAAAAAAACU/LzreW44UrEU/s1600-h/25713588aeddf0e9279e509790c013a5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274259832353274322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6xIhHK75W1I/STHvX5CHOdI/AAAAAAAAACU/LzreW44UrEU/s320/25713588aeddf0e9279e509790c013a5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tell myself that I was doin' all right&lt;br /&gt;There's nothin' left to do tonight&lt;br /&gt;But go crazy on you&lt;br /&gt;Crazy on you&lt;br /&gt;Let me go crazy, crazy on you, ohhh&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see what you do to me baby,&lt;br /&gt;You make me crazy, you make me act like a maniac&lt;br /&gt;I'm like a lunatic, you make me sick&lt;br /&gt;You're truly the only one who can do this to me&lt;br /&gt;You just make me get so crazy&lt;br /&gt;I go schizo, I get so insane I just go schizophrenic&lt;br /&gt;One minute I wanna slit your throat the next I wanna sex&lt;br /&gt;You make me crazy&lt;br /&gt;The way we act like two maniacs in the sack&lt;br /&gt;We fuck like two jack rabbits and maybe that's a bad habit&lt;br /&gt;Cause the next day we right back at it&lt;br /&gt;In the same exact pattern&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck is the matter with us&lt;br /&gt;We can't figure out if it's lust&lt;br /&gt;Or if it's love which that is attractin us to eachother&lt;br /&gt;They say that every man grows up to marry his own mother&lt;br /&gt;Which would explain why you're such a motherfuckin bitch&lt;br /&gt;But I stay and still stick it out with you&lt;br /&gt;Even though I just hit you today but you deserved it&lt;br /&gt;You hit me first and provoked me to choke you&lt;br /&gt;Just cause I came home late last night&lt;br /&gt;Crawled in bed and I woke you&lt;br /&gt;But if there's one thing about you that I admire&lt;br /&gt;It's baby, because you stay with me&lt;br /&gt;Maybe cause you're as crazy as I am&lt;br /&gt;Cause when I look at you&lt;br /&gt;I can see an angel in your eyes but if I look deeper inside&lt;br /&gt;I see a freakish little side, like a devil in disguise&lt;br /&gt;You're always full of surprises&lt;br /&gt;Always pullin devices out your personal vibrators and dildos&lt;br /&gt;You've fucked yourself so much you barely feel those anymore&lt;br /&gt;You're only 24 but you're plenty more mature&lt;br /&gt;Then those other little ho's who just act like little girls&lt;br /&gt;Like they're in middle school still you're crazy, sexy, cool&lt;br /&gt;Chillin' you play your position you never step out of line&lt;br /&gt;Even though I stay in your buisness&lt;br /&gt;You've always kept out of mine&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what's on your mind&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes they say love is blind&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's why the first time I dotted your eye&lt;br /&gt;You ain't see the sign&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe you did maybe you like me in charge&lt;br /&gt;baby cause we're crazy in love....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go crazy on you&lt;br /&gt;Crazy on you&lt;br /&gt;Let me go crazy, crazy on you, ohhh&lt;br /&gt;You are the ink to my paper&lt;br /&gt;What my pen is to my pad&lt;br /&gt;The moral, the very fiber&lt;br /&gt;The whole substance to my rap&lt;br /&gt;You are my reason for being&lt;br /&gt;The meaning of my existance&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn't for you I would never be able to spit this&lt;br /&gt;As intense as I do, and the irony&lt;br /&gt;Is you rely on me as much&lt;br /&gt;As I rely on you to inspire me like you do&lt;br /&gt;You provide me the lighter fluid to fuel in my fire&lt;br /&gt;You're my entire supply of gas, the match and igniter&lt;br /&gt;The only way that I'm able to stay so stable&lt;br /&gt;Is you're the legs to my table,&lt;br /&gt;If you were to break I'd fall on my face&lt;br /&gt;But I'm always gonna make you feel&lt;br /&gt;I don't need you as much as I really need you&lt;br /&gt;So you don't use it to your advantage&lt;br /&gt;But you're essential to me&lt;br /&gt;You're the air I breathe&lt;br /&gt;I believe if you ever leave me&lt;br /&gt;I'd probaly have no reason to be&lt;br /&gt;You are the Kim to my Marshall&lt;br /&gt;You're the Slim to my Shady&lt;br /&gt;The Dre to my Eminem&lt;br /&gt;The Alaina to my Hailie&lt;br /&gt;You are the word that I'm lookin for&lt;br /&gt;When I'm tryin to describe how I feel inside&lt;br /&gt;And the right one just won't come to my mind&lt;br /&gt;You're like the pillow that props me up&lt;br /&gt;The beam that supports me&lt;br /&gt;The bitch who never took half&lt;br /&gt;The wife who never divorced me&lt;br /&gt;You're like the root to my evil&lt;br /&gt;You let my devil come out me&lt;br /&gt;You let me beat the shit out you before you beat the shit out me&lt;br /&gt;And no matter how much too much is never enough&lt;br /&gt;Baby cause we're crazy in love...&lt;br /&gt;I go crazy on you&lt;br /&gt;Crazy on you&lt;br /&gt;Let me go crazy, crazy on you, ohhh &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6678969428525265560-1272493853867933732?l=traumita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Eminem es el nombre artístico de Marshall Bruce Mathers nacido en la ciudad de Kansas el 17 de octubre de 1973. El nombre de Eminem proviene de la unión de ambas iniciales, M&amp;amp;M, pronunciada en inglés. Creció en ausencia del padre, quien abandonó el hogar cuando él tenía seis meses, y al cual rehusó conocer una vez alcanzada la celebridad. Recorrio varios estados con su madre, Deborah Mathers-Briggs, hasta que se instalaron en los suburbios de Detroit (Michigan), cuando él contaba doce años. Asistio a la Linconl High School en Warren desde 1986 al 89, le fue difícil tener amigos, el rap, sin embargo, se convirtió en el consuelo de Eminem. Luchando contra compañeros de clase en el comedor trajo diversión a lo que de otra manera era una existencia dolorosa. A pesar de que tuvo que abondar sus estudios y tuviera bastantes trabajos de tiempo completo y con el mínimo de sueldo base, su enfoque por la musica permanecio constante. En noveno grado Marshall decide que estudiar no es lo suyo. Comienza a trabajar haciendo portes y posteriormente como cocinero de una parrilla: Gilbert’s Lodge, sita en St. Clair Shores (’96-’98). Marshall intenta introducirse en ámbitos musicales de profesionales.Pero todavía debía romper la peor barrera de las calles en el mundo del rap: el color de su piel. Eminem está dispuesto a salir adelante expresando lo que siente, a pesar de los tópicos. Los primeros pasos están dados y no en balde… Dr. Dre fue el primer impresionado cuando escucha a Marshall en una pequeña emisora de Los Ángeles. Dre contacta con él y decide contratarle para Aftermath, su compañía. En Diciembre de 1995 ocurre otro acontecimiento importante en la vida de Eminem, nace su hija Hailie Jade Scott. La madre de Hailie es Kimberly Mathers, con la que Eminem mantuvo noviazgo durante 8 años. En el año 1996 Eminem lanza su primer álbum, Infinite. Depués de sacar este disco Eminem es acusado de rapear como Nas o Az. Su transformación viene con un nuevo nombre que le identifica, Slim Shady, y una leyenda contemporánea que comienza a dar frutos. Sus rimas se endurecen y maduran ostensiblemente; Eminem prepara las flechas, pues su particular batalla contra la sociedad norteamericana no ha hecho más que empezar. Comienza a trabajar en lo que sería más adelante el Slim Shady EP- un proyecto que hizo para sí mismo.&lt;br /&gt;"The Slim Shady EP" satisface realmente a Dr. Dre y decide contratarlo definitivamente en su discográfica. En 1998 Eminem comienza a registrar su segundo álbum (segundo en la discográfica de Dr. Dre), "The Slim Shady LP". El álbum sale a la venta el 23 de Febrero de 1999 fue disco de platino tres veces. En el año 2000 Eminem consigue definitivamente el reconocimiento mundial. Su disco "The Marshall Mathers LP" alcanza cotas increíbles y Eminem consigue ganar tres Grammys: mejor solo de rap, mejor dúo de rap, y mejor disco de rap. El 2002, es un año muy importante para la carrera del joven artista. Aparece su último álbum, "The Eminem Show", con éxitos como “Cleaning Out My Closet” o “Without Me”. Por este disco le concedieron dos Grammys: mejor álbum de rap y mejor videoclip por el tema Without Me. Ese mismo año Marshall debuta con la misma suerte en el cine, como protagonista de la película “8 Millas”. El tema “Lose Yourself”, composición creada por él para la banda sonora, gana el Oscar a la mejor canción original. Entretanto, el rapero ha anunciado que tiene a intención de lanzar una emisora de radio que emita rap las 24 horas del día en el plazo de un año. Su sello, Interscope junto con Shady Records han llegado a un acuerdo con los estudios de radio Sirius Satellite. En la emisora, según ha prometido el cantante, se pinchará rap de cualquier discográfica.A finales del 2004 y tras una larga temporada sin tener nada nuevo de él, el rapero blanco más famoso de todos los tiempos regresa con nuevo trabajo discográfico. Tras su paso por la banda de sus ahijados D12, Eminem anuncio la continuación de The Eminem Show (2002) que lleva por título Encore, un álbum compuesto por cortes totalmente inéditos. El rapero tambien se encuentra involucrado en otros trabajos. Uno de los más importantes es el lanzamiento de un álbum con cortes inéditos de Tupac Shakur, en el que Eminem colabora como productor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6678969428525265560-1414704884484880038?l=traumita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://traumita.blogspot.com/feeds/1414704884484880038/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6678969428525265560&amp;postID=1414704884484880038' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678969428525265560/posts/default/1414704884484880038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678969428525265560/posts/default/1414704884484880038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traumita.blogspot.com/2008/11/eminem-es-el-nombre-artstico-de.html' title=''/><author><name>traumita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01354473243204704677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6xIhHK75W1I/SdljxMnUohI/AAAAAAAAACk/o_8O4tzV9iU/S220/ttt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6xIhHK75W1I/SQz51C4vg0I/AAAAAAAAACM/BrZ7ljsTrDY/s72-c/586678eminem-eminem-1192601.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6678969428525265560.post-93555293882705774</id><published>2008-09-09T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T17:55:15.038-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letra de canciones'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My love, You were the one thing in my lifeThat I treated badSometimes enough I made you cryAnd I know the way I made you feel was wrong(I left you sad and lonely)The things I did, the words I said were much too strongAnd I swear if you come back to meI'll do things much differentlyIf you were here with me todayThis is what you'd hear me sayChorus:We could've been so good togetherCouldn't we give it just one more try?I thought that we would last foreverBut now you're gone and I think I know whyI guess I should have said I am sorryMaybe things wouldn't be this way heaven knows I love you babyIf you love me, baby come back to meAll the times that I made you cryI'm sorry, don't you say goodbyeI wish I had this chance to love you more(I love you, I love you)But now you're gone I can't go onI'm all aloneAnd I swear if you come back to meI'll do things much differentlyIf you were here with me todayThis is what you'd here me sayChorusTonight I'm only thinking of youFeeling sorry for myself that's all I can doWithout you here I know I'd fall apartSo at night I dream of holding you in my arms(At night I dream you're in my arms)(Ooh baby baby)If you were here with me todayThis is what you'd hear me sayChorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6678969428525265560-93555293882705774?l=traumita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://traumita.blogspot.com/feeds/93555293882705774/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6678969428525265560&amp;postID=93555293882705774' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678969428525265560/posts/default/93555293882705774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678969428525265560/posts/default/93555293882705774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traumita.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-love-you-were-one-thing-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>traumita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01354473243204704677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6xIhHK75W1I/SdljxMnUohI/AAAAAAAAACk/o_8O4tzV9iU/S220/ttt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6678969428525265560.post-7418555441557233962</id><published>2008-09-07T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T14:12:13.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When I'm gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6xIhHK75W1I/SMRA02V4snI/AAAAAAAAABk/BVZHNcVwcoI/s1600-h/eminemm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243387142850785906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6xIhHK75W1I/SMRA02V4snI/AAAAAAAAABk/BVZHNcVwcoI/s320/eminemm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/eminemzzitooww"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;YeahIt’s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;my lifeBut &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;all in words I guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Have you ever loved someone so much you’d give an arm for?Not the expression, no, literally give an arm for?When they know they are your heartAnd you know you are their armourAnd you will destroy anyone who will try to harm herBut what happens when karma turns right around and bites youAnd everything you stand for turns on you to spite youWhat happens when you become the main source of her pain“Daddy look what I made?”“Dad’s gotta go catch a plane”“Daddy where’s mummy? I can’t find mummy, where is she?”I don’t know, go play, Hailie baby your daddy’s busy.Daddy’s writin’asong, this song ain’t gon’ write itselfI give you one underdog, then you gotta swing by yourselfThen to write a rhyme in a song and tell her you love herAnd put hands on her mother who’s a spittin’ image of herThat’s slim shady, yeah baby slim shady’s crazyShady made me, but tonight, Shady’s rock-a-by baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And when I’m gone, just carry on don’t mourn,rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voiceJust know that I’m lookin’ down on you smilingAnd I didn’t feel a thing so baby don’t feel no pain, just smile back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I keep havin’ this dream – I’m pushin’ hailie on the swings she keeps screamin’She don’t want me to sing, “You’re makin mummy cry, why, why’s mummy crying?”Baby, Daddy ain’t leavin’ no more,“Daddy you’re lying,You always say that, you always say this is the last time,but you ain’t leavin’ no more, Daddy you’re mine!”She’s piling boxes infront of the door tryin’ to block it,“Daddy please daddy don’t leave daddy no, stop it!”Goes in her pocket, pulls out a tiny necklace locket, it’s got a picture,“This’ll keep you safe daddy, take it with you”I look up, it’s just me standin in the mirror,these fucking walls must be talkin coz man I can hear ‘emThey sayin you got one more chance to do right, and it’s tonight,Now go out there and show ‘em that you love ‘em ‘fore its too lateAnd just as I go to walk out of my bedroom door it turns to a stage, they’re goneAnd the spotlight is on and I’m singin…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And when I’m gone, just carry on don’t mourn,rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voiceJust know that I’m lookin’ down on you smilingAnd I didn’t feel a thing so baby don’t feel no pain, just smile back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sixty thousand people, all jumpin’ out their seatThe curtain closes, they’re throwing roses at my feetI take a bow, “and thank you all for comin’ out”They’re screamin so loud, I take one last look at the crowdI glance down, I don’t believe what I’m seein’,“Daddy it’s me! Help mummy her wrists are bleedin’”But baby we’re in Sweden, how did you get to Sweden?!“I followed you daddy, you told me that you wern’t leavinYou lied to me dad, and now you make mummy sadAnd I bought you this coinIt says ‘number 1 dad’, that’s all I wantedI just wanna give you this coinI get the point, fine, me and mummy are goin”But baby wait-“its too late dad, you made your choice.Now go out there and show ‘em you love ‘em more than usThat’s what they wantThey want you Marshall, they keepscreamin your name, it’s no wonder you can’t go to sleepJust take another fuckin pill, yeah i bet ya you willYou rap about it. Yeah word, ke-keep it real”I hear applause, all this time I couldn’t seeHow could it be that the curtain is closing on meI turn around, find a gun on the ground, cock it,put it to my brain, scream ‘Die Shady!’ and pop itThe sky darkens, my life flashes,The plane that I was supposed to be on crashes and burns to ashesThat’s when I wake up, alarm clock's ringin',There’s birds singin’, it’s spring andHailie’s out side swingin’I walk right up to Kim and kiss her, tell her I miss herHailie just smiles and winks at her little sister, almost as if to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And when I’m gone, just carry on don’t mourn,rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voiceJust know that I’m lookin’ down on you smilingAnd I didn’t feel a thing so baby don’t feel no pain, just smile back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br 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por eso?&lt;br /&gt;no la expresion, no literalmente das un brazo por eso?&lt;br /&gt;cuando ellos saben ellos son tu corazon&lt;br /&gt;y tu sabes que eres su armadura&lt;br /&gt;y destruirias a cualquiera que tratara de dañarla&lt;br /&gt;pero que pasa cuando el karma se te regresa y te ataca&lt;br /&gt;y todo por lo que uno esta parado se te regresa con rencor&lt;br /&gt;que pasa cuando tu te conviertes en la principal fuente del dolor&lt;br /&gt;"papi mira que hise"&lt;br /&gt;"papa consigui atrapar elplano"&lt;br /&gt;"papi donde esta mami? no puedo encontrar a mami, donde esta?"&lt;br /&gt;no lo se ve a jugar, hailie bebe tu papa esta ocupado&lt;br /&gt;papi esta escribiendo esta cancion, esto no se escribira por si solo&lt;br /&gt;te deje con esto, entonces tendras que columpiarte por ti misma&lt;br /&gt;entonces escribo una rima en la cancion y le dices que la amas&lt;br /&gt;y pones las mamos en una foto de tu mama&lt;br /&gt;ese es slim shady, yeah bebe slim shady esta loco&lt;br /&gt;shady me hiso pero esta noche shady a encallado para bebe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y cuando me valla, tengan en cuenta no hacer luto&lt;br /&gt;disfruta cada vez que escuches el sonido de mi voz&lt;br /&gt;solo entiende que yo me estoy esforsando para que sonrias&lt;br /&gt;y no sentire dolor asi que bebe no seintas dolor solo devuelveme la sonrisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigo teniendo este sueño- estoy empujando a hailie en el columpio&lt;br /&gt;y sigue gritando ella no quiere que cante&lt;br /&gt;, " tu haces que mami llore, por que? por que mami esta llorando?&lt;br /&gt;bebe papi ya no te dejara jamaz&lt;br /&gt;"papi tu estas mintiendo, tu siempre dices eso, siempre dices que es la ultima ves&lt;br /&gt;pero papi no te iras ahora, papi tu eres mio!"&lt;br /&gt;ella esta colocando cajas enfrente de la puerta tratando de bloquearla&lt;br /&gt;"papi por favor no me dejes no detente"&lt;br /&gt;busca en sus bolsillos y saca un collar cerrado tiene uan foto adentro&lt;br /&gt;" esto te mantendra seguro papi, toma tenlo contigo"&lt;br /&gt;miro bien y soy yo mirandome en el espejo, estas jodidas paredes deben estar habalndo&lt;br /&gt;por que puedo escucharlas&lt;br /&gt;dicen que tengo un ultimo chance para hacerlo correcto y es esta noche&lt;br /&gt;ahora ve con ellas y muestrales que las amas antes de que sea tarde&lt;br /&gt;y solo en lo que salgo de mi cuarto salgo por la puerta y estoy en el ecenario&lt;br /&gt;ellas se han ido y las luluces s eprenden y yo estoy cantando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y cuando me valla, tengan en cuenta no hacer luto&lt;br /&gt;disfruta cada vez que escuches el sonido de mi voz&lt;br /&gt;solo entiende que yo me estoy esforsando para que sonrias&lt;br /&gt;y no sentire dolor asi que bebe no seintas dolor solo devuelveme la sonrisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60000 personas todas brincando en sus asientos&lt;br /&gt;las cortinas se cierran ellos tiran rosas a mis pies&lt;br /&gt;tomo un ramo "y gracias por aver venido"&lt;br /&gt;ellos estan gritando muy fuerte miro una ves mas el ecenario&lt;br /&gt;echo un vistaso abajo no puedo creer lo que estoy viendo&lt;br /&gt;"papi soy yo ayuda a mamisus muñecas estan sangrando"&lt;br /&gt;pero bebe como.. , como lograste venir?&lt;br /&gt;"te segui papi tu me dijiste que no nos dejarias&lt;br /&gt;tu me mentiste papi y ahora hisite poner triste a mami&lt;br /&gt;y y te compre este broche dice papa numero 1, eso estodo lo que queria&lt;br /&gt;solo queria darte este broche&lt;br /&gt;entendioi el punto bien yo y mama nos vamos"&lt;br /&gt;pero bebe espera-&lt;br /&gt;" es muy tarde papi tomaste tu decicion, ahora ve con ellos y muestrales tu amor&lt;br /&gt;mas que a nosotras&lt;br /&gt;eso es lo que ellos quieren&lt;br /&gt;ellos te quieren marshall, siguen gritando tu nombre no es sorprendente que no puedas dormir&lt;br /&gt;solo toma otra pildora yeah haslo lo haras&lt;br /&gt;tu rapeas hacerca de eso yeah mantenlo real"&lt;br /&gt;escucho una pausa, todo este tiempo no lo pude ver&lt;br /&gt;como es posible que la cortina se este cerrando en mi&lt;br /&gt;me doy la vuelta busco una pistola en el suelo corto el cartucho la pongo en mi cabeza&lt;br /&gt;grito muere shady y disparo&lt;br /&gt;el cielo obscuro y pasa my vida en capitulos&lt;br /&gt;el plan que se suponia estaria era en un choque y quemandome en las cenisas&lt;br /&gt;es entonces que me despierto la alarma suena&lt;br /&gt;hay pajaros cantando es primavera&lt;br /&gt;hailie esta afuera columpiandose&lt;br /&gt;camino directo hasia Kim y la beso le digo que la extrañe&lt;br /&gt;hailie solo sonrie y le giña el ojo a su pequeña hermana&lt;br /&gt;casi como si dijiera-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y cuando me valla, tengan en cuenta no hacer luto&lt;br /&gt;disfruta cada vez que escuches el sonido de mi voz&lt;br /&gt;solo entiende que yo me estoy esforsando para que sonrias&lt;br /&gt;y no sentire dolor asi que bebe no sintas dolor solo devuelveme la sonrisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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/&gt;We all fall down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step by step, heart to heart, left right left&lt;br /&gt;We all fall down like toy soldiers&lt;br /&gt;Bit by bit, torn apart, we never win&lt;br /&gt;But the battle rages on for toy soldiers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I´m supposed to be the soldier who never blows his composure&lt;br /&gt;Even though I hold the weight of the whole world on my shoulders&lt;br /&gt;I am never supposed to show it, my crew ain´t supposed to know it&lt;br /&gt;Even if it means goin´ toe to toe with a Benzino it don´t matter&lt;br /&gt;I´d never drag them in battles that I can handle unless I absolutely have to&lt;br /&gt;I´m supposed to set an example&lt;br /&gt;I need to be the leader, my crew looks for me to guide ´em&lt;br /&gt;If some shit ever just pop off, I´m supposed to be beside ´em&lt;br /&gt;Now Ja said "I tried to squash it, it was too late to stop it"&lt;br /&gt;There´s a certain line you just don´t cross and he crossed it&lt;br /&gt;I heard him say Hailie´s name on a song and I just lost it&lt;br /&gt;It was crazy, this shit be way beyond some Jay-z and Nas shit&lt;br /&gt;And even though the battle was won, I feel like we lost it&lt;br /&gt;I spent too much energy on it, honestly I´m exhausted&lt;br /&gt;And I´m so caught in it I almost feel I´m the one who caused it&lt;br /&gt;This ain´t what I´m in hip-hop for, it´s not why I got in it&lt;br /&gt;That was never my object for someone to get killed&lt;br /&gt;Why would I wanna destroy something I help build&lt;br /&gt;It wasn´t my intentions, my intentions was good&lt;br /&gt;I went through my whole career without ever mentionin´ Suge&lt;br /&gt;Now it´s just out of respect for not runnin´ my mouth&lt;br /&gt;And talkin´ about something that I knew nothing about&lt;br /&gt;Plus Dre told me stay out, this just wasn´t my beef&lt;br /&gt;So I did, I just fell back, watched and gritted my teeth&lt;br /&gt;While he´s all over t.v. down talkin´ a man who literally saved my life&lt;br /&gt;Like fuck it i understand this is business&lt;br /&gt;And this shit just isn´t none of my business&lt;br /&gt;But still knowin´ this shit could pop off at any minute cuz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There used to be a time when you could just say a rhyme&lt;br /&gt;And wouldn´t have to worry about one of your people dyin´&lt;br /&gt;But now it´s elevated cuz once you put someone´s kids in it&lt;br /&gt;The shit gets escalated, it ain´t just words no more is it?&lt;br /&gt;It´s a different ball game, callin´ names and you ain´t just rappin´&lt;br /&gt;We actually tried to stop the 50 and Ja beef from happenin´&lt;br /&gt;Me and Dre had sat with him, kicked it and had a chat with him&lt;br /&gt;And asked him not to start it he wasn´t gonna go after him&lt;br /&gt;Until Ja started yappin´ in magazines how we stabbed him&lt;br /&gt;Fuck it 50 smash ´em, mash ´em and let him have it&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile my attention is pullin´ in other directions&lt;br /&gt;Some receptionist at The Source who answers phones at his desk&lt;br /&gt;Has an erection for me and thinks that I´ll be his ressurection&lt;br /&gt;Tries to blow the dust off his mic and make a new record&lt;br /&gt;But now he´s fucked the game up cuz one of the ways I came up&lt;br /&gt;Was through that publication the same one that made me famous&lt;br /&gt;Now the owner of it has got a grudge against me for nothin´&lt;br /&gt;Well fuck it, that motherfucker can get it too, fuck him then&lt;br /&gt;But I´m so busy being pissed off I don´t stop to think&lt;br /&gt;That we just inherited 50´s beef with Murder Inc.&lt;br /&gt;And he´s inherited mine which is fine ain´t like either of us mind&lt;br /&gt;We still have soldiers that´s on the front line&lt;br /&gt;That´s willing to die for us as soon as we give the orders&lt;br /&gt;Never to extort us, strictly to show they support us&lt;br /&gt;We´ll maybe shout ´em out in a rap or up in a chorus&lt;br /&gt;To show them we love ´em back and let ´em know how important it is&lt;br /&gt;To have Runyan Avenue, soldiers up in our corners&lt;br /&gt;Their loyalty to us is worth more than any award is&lt;br /&gt;But I ain´t tryna have none of my people hurt and murdered&lt;br /&gt;It ain´t worth it, I can´t think of a perfecter way to word it&lt;br /&gt;Then to just say that I love ya´ll too much to see the verdict&lt;br /&gt;I´ll walk away from it all before I let it go any further&lt;br /&gt;But don´t get it twisted, it´s not a plea that I´m coppin´&lt;br /&gt;I´m just willin´ to be the bigger man&lt;br /&gt;If ya´ll can quit poppin´ off at your jaws with the knockin´&lt;br /&gt;Cuz frankly I´m sick of talkin´&lt;br /&gt;I´m not gonna let someone elses coffin rest on my conscience cuz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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