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Taylor Alison Swift (born December 13, 1989) is an American singer-songwriter and occasional actress. Raised in Wyomissing, Pennsylvania, Swift moved to Nashville, Tennessee at the age of fourteen to pursue a career in country music. She signed to the independent label Big Machine Records and became the youngest songwriter ever hired by the Sony/ATV Music publishing house. The release of Swift's self-titled debut album in 2006 established her as a country music star. "Our Song", her third single, made her the youngest sole writer and singer of a number one song on the country chart. She received a Best New Artist nomination at the 50th Grammy Awards.
Swift's second album, Fearless, was released in late 2008. Buoyed by the chart success of the singles "Love Story" and "You Belong with Me", Fearless attracted a crossover audience and became the top-selling album of 2009. The record won four Grammy Awards, with Swift becoming the youngest ever Album of the Year winner. Fearless also received Album of the Year plaudits at the American Music Awards, Academy of Country Music Awards and Country Music Association Awards, making it the most awarded album in country music history. In 2010, Swift released her third album, Speak Now, which sold over one million copies in its first week. She then embarked on the 111-date Speak Now World Tour, which was attended by over 1.6 million fans and has become one of the highest-grossing concert tours of all time. The album's third single, "Mean", won two Grammy Awards for Best Country Song and Best Country Solo Performance. Swift is currently recording her fourth studio album, due for release in the fall of 2012.
Ryan John Seacrest (born December 24, 1974) is an American radio personality, television host and producer. He is known internationally as host of the top-rated primetime talent showcase American Idol. He has been nominated for an Emmy award in the "Outstanding Host for a Reality or Reality-Competition Program" category for his work on American Idol. He won a Daytime Emmy Award for co-hosting the 2005 Walt Disney World Christmas Day Parade with Regis Philbin and Kelly Ripa. As a television producer, Seacrest has won an Emmy for the ABC show Jamie Oliver’s Food Revolution. On radio, Seacrest is host of On Air with Ryan Seacrest, his market-topping #1 nationally syndicated LA morning drive-time radio show for Clear Channel’s 102.7 KIIS-FM. , as well as a nationally-syndicated Top 40 radio show. Seacrest hosted the 59th Primetime Emmy Awards on September 16, 2007. Seacrest has extensive deals with brand heavyweights Proctor & Gamble, Coca-Cola and Microsoft, and has a strategic marketing and technology alliance with Eventful, Inc.
Savas Yurderi (born 10 February 1975) also known as Kool Savas (or as well King Kool Savas), is a German rapper and hip hop artist. Savas is mostly referred to as "King of Rap" or "King of German Rap".
"Savaş" is the Turkish word for "war".
Born in Aachen, Germany to a German mother and a Turkish father, Savas' family moved back to Turkey when he was one year old. His father, who is from Çorum, Turkey, was arrested because of his political posture against the government in Turkey, and as a result of his father's arrest, his mother was forced to return to Aachen with Savas. By 1987, his father was released and the entire family was reunited and relocated to Berlin. It was in Berlin where Savas first came across Hip Hop music.[citation needed]
Savas lived with his girlfriend, Melbeatz, in Berlin for an extended amount of time. As a result, the majority of Savas' beats were produced by her. Although Savas and his girlfriend are no longer together, they remain close friends.[citation needed]
Although Savas is popularly called a "Berlin rapper," he resides in Heidelberg. He is also a vegetarian.[citation needed]
Ariana Grande-Butera (born June 26, 1993) is an American actress, singer, and dancer. She made her performance debut on Broadway at age 15. Recently, she has gained attention for her role as Cat Valentine on the Nickelodeon sitcom Victorious.
Grande was born and raised in Boca Raton, Florida. She is of Italian descent, half Sicilian, half Abruzzese.
In 2008, Grande played the role of Charlotte in the musical 13 on Broadway, for which she won a National Youth Theatre Association Award. When she joined the musical, Grande left her high school, North Broward Preparatory School, but continued to be enrolled. The school sent materials to her for study with tutors. She played the role of Miriam in the first reading of the forthcoming musical Cuba Libre composed by Desmond Child. Grande teaches music and dance to children in South Africa each year as a member of Broadway in South Africa.
Grande plays the character Cat Valentine on the Nickelodeon television show Victorious, which premiered in March 2010.
Suku:
All who nuh rate we, tell dem ease off
gangsta we par wid, steel will squeeze off
dem ting ya run hot, gi dem time fi breeze off
cut yuh lifeline and nuh care, lyrics bright till yuh
blind
Kunley:
Nuff a dem a bait and nuff a dem a clown and some a dem
fi go drown
Mad Family have the place in a frenzy and never ever
slow down
hand up inna the air and touch the sky when you party
up inna my hometown
gal a party up inna my hometown,gal a party up inna my
hometown
Rumblood:
Buss one inna the air fi girls weh lovely
real toppa toppa, the girls dem love we
is it cause I move as smooth as Bugsy?
or be at the bar with too much bubbley?
CHO.
Cause when the lyrical gun, is busting off
and then the ambulance come, and rush you off
and all the girls be like, 'we wanna know them boys!'
Ward 21 is like, 'hey hey, hey, hey hey hey!'
Cause when the lyrical gun, is busting off
and then the ambulance come, and rush you off
and all the girls be like, 'we wanna know them boys!'
Ward 21 is like, 'hey hey, hey, hey hey hey!'
Kunley:
Lyrical styles we fix dem up R rated like a movie
the baddest bongo cart, who push dat? 21, nuh true B?
mi leff mi yard go attack the shark dem inna the
deepest blue sea
irrelevant lyrics leff a fassy scared like scooby dooby
(yeah)
some seh dem a yuh dawg and when yuh check it, dem a
'eni'
cyaa hold dem meds, dem weak out when dem see gal inna
mini
certain boy get hype overnite, the style weh dem use a
fimi
but when it come to lyrics dem nuh see mi
even if dem gimme a full body massage, none a dem
coulda never touch me
mi leggo the brakes and sink the gas mek the whole a
the gal dem clutch me
nuh nuff inna everything so the gal dem never see too
much me
yuh nuh like that? rush me-
Style must not be underrated
Style is often overlooked
Style is never in the papers
I read it like an open book
Style
If you can't see the substance
Style shows how it's organized
Style is looking for your money
It's in the way you paint your eyes
There is always a way
A way things are done
I've been learning my abc's
I know what is 10, I know what is 1 in
Style is a naked look
Underneath your style
Style of a different place
Talking through your style
Even the way you hide it
Reveals the thing you hide
Your style may never cause a riot
It's still a style to have no style
There is always a way
To light up a lamp
It's been a crazy year all around
The check never came
I can't let it cramp my
Style is a world for sale
You can't buy this style
Style that you can't resist
Classy. Sexy. Crazy. Couture.
Classy. Sexy. Crazy. Beautiful.
Style.
Reonwei, runaway
Reonwei, runaway
Reonwei, runaway
Runaway. Style.
Bogien eoeo~ ullyeodo bulpyeonhan gudugateun neo.
Naegen matjiga anha.
(S-t-y-l-e nae meotdaero salkke, leave)
Modeunge eoeo~ jireowo. nega naege wonhaneun geon
Naega anin najanha.
(S-t-y-l-e come on boy let me be me)
Meoributeo balkkeutkkaji nega wonhan look.
Baby this ain't my style.
Biteul biteul geotneun ne mamsogui reonwei.
You're not my style.
Nae seutail, nae seutail
Ginmal anhaneun geon aljanha
(You're not you're not my-my-my style)
Gutbai gutbai
Geu hanmadi hamyeon dwaetjanha
Jalga
(You're not my-my-my style)
Reonwei, runaway
Reonwei, runaway
Reonwei, runaway
Runaway. Style.
Bogien eoeo~ ullyeodo bitbaraen paljigateun neo.
Naegen sugabijanha.
(S-t-y-l-e nae meotdaero salkke, leave)
Meoributeo balkkeutkkaji nega wonhan look.
Baby this ain't my style.
Biteul biteul geotneun ne mamsogui reonwei.
You're not my style.
Nae seutail, nae seutail
Ginmal anhaneun geon aljanha
(You're not mamama my style)
Gutbai gutbai
Geu hanmadi hamyeon dwaetjanha
Jalga
You don't know my my my my style
Meolliseoman bwa a a
Na na na nal aneun cheok hajima
No you're not my style
Baby nah nah nah na-ah-ah
Ga ga ga ga You're not my style
Classy. Sexy. Crazy beautiful
Style
Nae seutail, nae seutail
Ginmal anhaneun geon aljanha
(Nae seutail, nae seutail dumalhajin aljanha)
Gutbai gutbai
Geu hanmadi hamyeon dwaetjanha
Jalga
Nae seutail, nae seutail
Hanbeon doraseomyeon aljanha
Nae seutail nae suetail doedollilsun eobtjana
Gutbai gutbai
Gilge kkeulmyeon neodo sirchanha
Jalga
Walking down the main street
Narasu VIP wa VOIZ
Looking at me, say the same
Sasou SWEET na VOICE
I don't care bout stupid thing
Taikutsu na TOYS
I always sagashita
In the truth and realities
Kanchigai shinaide
FAKE wa iranai
Whatever, Wherever, Whoever dare mo
Jamasasenai baby
Whatever, Wherever, Whoever
Kankei nai nara out of my head
-This is my style-
I can choose it's only my life
Suddenly I break it out
Douse CHEAP na DAYS
Heavenly I fall in love wa
Biyaku no GAME
Wait a minute, hold on
Kono mama ja pain
I don't lose my control
-Waking me up-
Honki janai nara
Yaku ni mo tatanai
Anytime, Anyone, Anything ai no
Manegoto nara BABY
Anytime, Anyone, Anything
Kantan dakedo I don't want it
-All or Nothing-
I can choose it's only my life
Whatever, Wherever, Whoever dare mo
Jamasasenai baby
Whatever, Wherever, Whoever
Kankei nai nara out of my head
-This is my style-
I can choose it's only my life
Anytime, Anyone, Anything ai no
Manegoto nara BABY
Anytime, Anyone, Anything
Kantan dakedo I don't want it
-All or Nothing-
Ah The smell of your hair and Your breath rock my heartbeats
The other side of my seemingly interrupted senses Wrapped [your] thin shoulders
If anything can be permitted
Won't you throw away your freedom
Ah Your skin seems transparent A line risen to surface from darkness
[It] pierces [through] my back [I'm] being engraved deeply
If anything can be permitted
I will throw away all my freedom
I want you Your everything
Turn off the lights To that other side
I want you I want to melt [away with you]
Time, stop I want eternity
Close your eyes
Words are no longer needed
Being bound by the top of the bed
Our bodies forgot about cooling down
I want you Your everything
You got the long hair slicked back, white t-shirt
And I got that good girl thing and a tight little skirt
And when we go crashing down
We come back every time because we never go out of style
We never go out of style
Now here comes a musical shack attack
Really on truly design to make you rock
Whether you white or black
In a pants or frock
Round a front or back
Down an bottom or on top
Is Pablo Ranks round the microphone a chat
On the musical shack attack seen (Dreadlocks)
Here them style ya now star
Ca me say if a don`t Patton then a style
A me say is a don`t Patton them a style (Smile)
A mi say if a don`t patton them a style (Wicked on wile)
Say if a don`t Patton them a style
Mi young a say strong Jab know mi well virile
True mi eant everything them a say that spwile
Man mi run way left mi yard them a say that mi wile
Say mi lock the education but mi versatile, true mi
Sell the callie weel on them mi collect the kile
Babylon want fi hold mi it is just for a while
Say mi break out a jail a man use a file
Say mi head in a the mountain - under low profile
Mi say if a don`t Patton them a style (right)
A me say if a don`t Patton them a style (Flashitta)
Ca me say if a don`t Patton then a style (Bubble)
A mi say if a don`t Patton then a style
But a true say Pablo cool Pablo wasn`t hostile
Mi rub down fi mi skin yes in a coconut oil
Me rap ip fi mi weed in a bacofile
Mi chat the rub a dub fi make the girls them smile
The blood in a them body (man) me want it fi boil
With swet a run them back like a engine oil
With the lyrics them a fire like any missile
Pablo Ranks around the mic as your disciplin child
Well mi fire fi mi lyrics for a million mile
All the girls them in the dance say him dea under profile
Ca me say if a don`t Patton them a style
A me say if a don`t Patton them astyle (wicked and wile)
Say if a don`t Patton then a style (qwane)
Ca me say if a don`t them a style
You know say Pablo Ranks him a you cullicked yard child
A tell you that Patton that a Patton
Me say style a style
But a snake on a lizard on a crocodile
But a them dea creature me say call reptile
But anywhere you go, you know those a pure style
But a Pablo Rankin dea ya cause him wicked and wile
Come fi run down the rubadub in a yard style
Make the girls them in the dance hall feel fi smile
Make the blood in a them body (just) starte fi boil
Make the swet a run them back like a engine oil
Ca mi fire them ya lyric fire them not like missile
Me say if a don`t Patton them a style
A me say if a don`t Patton them a style (wicked on wile)
Say if a don`t Patton then a style
Cause me say if a don`t Patton then a style
I`m young I`m strong jab know mi well verile
True mi want everything them a say that mispwile
But run a left mi yard them a say that mi wile
Say mi lack the education but me versitile
Cause me sell the callie weed on then collect kile
Babylon them want fi hold me it is just for a while
Say me break out a jail an 9 man use a file
Say me head into the mountain under low profile
True say 9 man did cool 9 was never hostile
9 man rub down my skin in coconut oil
On rap up my weed in bacofoil
And 9 chat the rubadub fi make the girls them smile
Cause the blood their body`s - 9 want it to boil
An the swet should run their backs like engine oil
Me say if it`s not fashion then it`s style
A me say if a don`t Patton them a style
A me say if a don`t Patton them a style (Wile)
A mi say if a don`t Patton them a style
A fire them ya lyrics like a god dam missile
A fire them hot for one million miles
On true them never know me was disaplin child
Me go to the stadium an pass through the turnstile
But if 9 feel to walk 9 walk about five miles
Ca me say if a don`t Patton then a style (right)
A me say if a don`t Patton them a style (Gwane)
A me say if a don`t Patton them a style (Kick up)
A me say if a don`t Patton it`s style
Style
Gimme one good reason now
Why I should hate your style
The way you talk
The way you stalk
Hating you ain't easy for me now
Tell me 'bout your wicked games
Why I should play with you
There is no sense
No consequence
Loving you won't be the same again
Gimme one good answer now
Why I should stay with you
But if I stay
You won´t obbey
Leaving you ain't easy for me now
Ask me 'bout your selfishness
Can't you get what I mean?
It is the truth
Nothing to lose
Hating you is easy for me now
And it never ever ends
Where it all begun
Why is life just a game?
A game without style
(Style) Style, uh!
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Style, dig it
(Style) Style, come on
Uh, style
Style is not something that comes in a bottle
Style is more like Jackie O. when she was doin' Aristotle
Style is not a logo that sticks 2 the roof of one's ass
Style is like a second cousin 2 class
U got it! - Style, come on
U got it! - Style, say what?
U got it! - Style, come on
U got it! - Style, check it
Style ain't sittin' court side with the owner of the team
Style is owning the court and charging 'em all a fee
Style is not lusting after someone because they're cool
Style is loving yourself 'til everyone else does 2
U got it! - Style, come on
U got it! - Style, maybe
U got it! - Style, well well
U got it! - Style
Bridge:
Style don't get drunk on a Saturday night
Try 2 dress up every Sunday mornin' bright
Style don't get married then break the vow in a year
Style is keepin' a promise
Raise your hand y'all if U hear me
(Style) [x2]
Style is not biting style when U can't find the funk
Style is the face U make on a Michael Jordon dunk
Style ain't the jeep U bought when U know your broke ass got bills
Style is lettin' your lover drive while U talk on the phone and chill
U got it! - Style
U got it! - Style, maybe
U got it! - Style, come on
U got it! - Style
Bridge:
Style is a gold-tooth smile with an attitude
Style is a peaceful wild postin' the rude
Style is growing your own food
Style is a non-violent march
Style is an accurate account of what's inside every heart (Style)
Style is not a lie
Style is a man that cries
Style is the glow in a pregnant woman's eyes
(Style) [x4]
U got it! - Style, come on
U got it! - Style, do that, do that
U got it! - Style, got it?
U got it! - Style, mad, come on
(Style) U got it! - Yeah
(Style) U got it!
Style is a peaceful wild y'all
(Style) U got it! - Style
(Style) U got it!
Style is not thinking about style
So let me stop (Style)
(Style) [repeats in BG]
It's nice man
What U call that?
Style, I like that
It's about me?
(Keep, keep, keepin' on, people gotta keep, keep, keepin' on)
Right on (U got it!)
I ain't got no job, but I got style
Style, yeah
(Style) U got it!
Oh yeah
Hang on, hang on...
Style is buying your moms a house
Style is a clean mouth
Style is puppy breath
Style is no fear of death
Style is Ali's jab
Style is hailing a cab (Style)
Then U know, givin' 'em the finger when they pass your ass!
(Style) (U got it!) Bonnie, Bonnie
(Style) (U got it!) Oh yeah
(Style) Shirley, shake your ass, Shirley
(Sytle) Shirley, Shirley, I love U, Shirley
(Style) (U got it!) [repeat in BG)
Style is Mayte in the shower
Style is a soul new power
Style is when all black men are free
Style is U and me
Moshi ima kanashimi afureru nara
Watashi ni motarete naite ii kara
I get, I get, I get, get the feeling
I get, I get, I get, get the dreaming
Tada kono mama
Come my way
Kono yami no hotori
Come close to me
Ima akari tomoshi
I'll be with you I'll be with you
Tada soba ni iru kara
So Come my way
Kidzuite anata wa kono sekai de
Tada hitori dake no taisetsu na hito
I get, I get, I get, get the feeling
I get, I get, I get, get the dreaming
Tada sono mama
Come my way
Mou hitomi tojite
Come close to me
Mou nemureba ii
I'll be with you I'll be with you
Tada koko ni iru kara
So Come my way
Calling out
Can you hear me? yeah
So Come my way
I get, I get, I get, get the feeling
I get, I get, I get, get the dreaming
Tada kono mama
Come my way
Kono yami no hotori
Come close to me
Ima akari tomoshi
I'll be with you I'll be with you
Tada soba ni iru kara
So Come my way
Come my way
Come close to me
Come my way
Come close to me
Chorus
I’m gonna love you forever, baby
I’m gonna love you forever, never let you go
I’m gonna love you forever, baby
I need you so
Verse
Do you remember? I do
When you’re thinkin back to summertime and
Everything was fine
Bein’ with you
Stuck together
Remembering times that we shared
Now every time I close my eyes you’ll always be there
CHORUS
Verse
Girl, in my dreams
You’re here with me
Softly we do sail across the tangerine sea
Each night I lay down
With one single prayer
That every time I close my eyes you’ll always be there
Bridge
Let’s bring back
True love that
Goes on indefinitely
And when we hear that our love won’t last
We’ll hold onto each other and we’ll never look back
CHORUS
Don?t wanna get stoned
Don?t wanna get stoned
But I don?t wanna not get stoned
I don?t wanna not get stoned
Don?t wanna get high
I don?t wanna get high
But I don?t wanna not get high
And I don?t wanna not get stoned
Wanna knock things down
I?m not gonna knock things down
But I don?t wanna not get stoned
So I?m not gonna not knock things down
Don?t wanna think twice
I don?t have to think twice
But I?m not gonna get high
And I?m not gonna get stoned
Style
Not gonna come 'round
I don?t wanna come down
I just want a killer line
And I?ll figure it out myself
Don?t wanna get stoned
I don?t wanna get stoned
But I don?t wanna not get stoned
I don?t wanna not get stoned
Some people dress 'cause they dress when they dress,
But he gets dressed to get dressed.
(It's only a hunch but I bet you a bunch)
(He wears suspenders, a belt and a vest,)
[From the tip of his toes to his head,]
[He looks like an unmade bed.]
You've either got or you haven't got style.
(If you got it, you stand out a mile.)
A flower's not a flower if it's wilted,
(A hat's not a hat till it's tilted.)
[You either got or you haven't got class.]
[How it draws the applause of the masses.]
(You either got, or you haven't got,)
[Got or you haven't got,] ,
You've either got or you haven't got style, (got or you haven't got style).
[If you got it, it stands out a mile,] (if you got it, it stands out a mile.).
With mother of pearl kind of buttons,
(You look like the Astors and Huttons.)
[You either got or you haven't got class,] (got or you haven't got class.)
How it draws the applause of the masses.
(You've either got, or you haven't style) [got or you haven't got style}
(Style and charm seem to go arm in arm,) [seem togo arm in arm.].
[A flower's not a flower] (if it's wilted,)
[A hat's not a hat till it's tilted.]
(You've either got or you haven't got style,) [got or you haven't got style,]
[If you got it, you stands out a mile,] if you got it, you stand out a mile
(Got it you stand out,) got it you stand out a mile.
You've either got or you haven't got, (got or you haven't got,)
Sometimes, 'bout every twenty years
It comes, and everyone's in fear
We pray, and hope we will survive
If they don't like me then I die
No, I ain't talkin' 'bout style
Cause style can make or break you honey-chile
No, I ain't talkin' 'bout war,
I'm talking 'bout style
I hope this time it stays around a little while
Talkin' 'bout style
Better hope they like
Those clothes that I wear
And I hope they Like
The way I wear my hair
And I hope they like
The way I do my thang
And this here new song
That I'm 'bout to sang
I'm talkin' 'bout style
Sometimes, 'bout every twenty years
It comes, and everyone's in fear
We pray, and hope we will survive
Cause if one, just one don't like you
Then you die
No, I ain't talkin' 'bout style
Cause style can make or break you honey-chile
No, I ain't talkin' 'bout war,
I'm talking 'bout style
I hope this time it stays around a little while
Style is the answer to everything.
Fresh way to approach a dull or dangerous day.
To do a dull thing with style is preferable to doing a
dangerous thing without style.
To do a dangerous thing with style, is what I call art.
Bullfighting can be an art.
Boxing can be an art.
Loving can be an art.
Opening a can of sardines can be an art.
Not many have style.
Not many can keep style.
I have seen dogs with more style than men.
Although not many dogs have style.
Cats have it with abundance.
When Hemingway put his brains to the wall with a
shotgun, that was style.
For sometimes people give you style.
Joan of Arc had style.
John the Baptist.
Jesus.
Socrates.
Caesar.
García Lorca.
I have met men in jail with style.
I have met more men in jail with style than men out of
jail.
Style is a difference, a way of doing, a way of being
done.
Six herons standing quietly in a pool of water, or you,
walking