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Marta Rodríguez (born 1940), better known as Martita, is a coffee maker who became famous with the Latin American public in the United States and in some Latin American countries, when she was hired in 1998 by Univision to serve daily coffee to her co-workers Raul De Molina and Lily Estefan, during the transmissions of the "El Gordo y La Flaca" television show.
Rodríguez and her husband left Cuba after he spent time in jail there during the early days of the Cuban Revolution. They settled in New York, where she began to earn a living as a coffee maker. She has described the winters in New York as too cold and hard to get used to; Cuba is a Caribbean island and Rodriguez had never been under cold weather before arriving at New York.
During the 1970s, she moved to Miami, Florida. In Miami, she established a coffee stand close to the filming location of Univision.
In 1998, after being hired by Univision as an in-house coffee maker for employees and entertainers alike, she was asked by "El Gordo y La Flaca" producer María López if she was afraid of television cameras, because Lopez wanted Rodriguez in her show. Rodriguez answered that she wasn't, and soon enough, she began appearing on television on a daily basis.
Martita Hunt (30 January 1900 – 13 June 1969) was an English theatre and film actress.
Hunt was born in Buenos Aires, Argentina on 30 January 1900 to British parents Alfred and Marta Hunt (née Burnett). She spent the first ten years of her life in Argentina before she returned with her parents to England to attend Queenwood Ladies' College, in Eastbourne, and then to train as an actress under Dame Genevieve Ward and Lady Benson.
Hunt began her acting career in repertory theatre at Liverpool before moving to London. She first appeared there in the Stage Society's production of Ernst Toller's The Machine Wreckers at the Kingsway Theatre in May 1923. From 1923-9 she appeared as the Principessa della Cercola in W. Somerset Maugham's Our Betters (Globe, 1924) and as Mrs. Linden in Ibsen's A Doll's House (Playhouse, 1925) in the West End, along with engagements at club theatres such as the Q Theatre and the Arts Theatre and a short 1926 Chekhov season at the small Barnes Theatre under Victor Komisarjevsky (playing Charlotta Ivanovna, in The Cherry Orchard and Olga in Three Sisters).
Que cante la Martita - Capitulo 1
Marta Martita Butryn - Żyj Jak Chcesz (Prod. Teka)
Martita regresa al Club del Italiano
la martita cordobesa!!!
Que cante la Martita - En el Estadio del Centro con La Mona
La Martita - The time [cover The Black Eyed Peas]
La Martita imitando a la Cristina K
Marta "Martita" Butryn - Chandelier - Must Be The Music 9
La Arañita de Martita
La martita cantando en megatone
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Hey Leroy (what?) Your mama, is callin' you man
[Intro: P.R. Terrorist]
You better find out what the fuck she wants, son
Terrorist is in town, you know how we get down, son
Ya'll niggaz play too many games with me... yeah
[P.R. Terrorist]
Melodic tunes, bangin' off walls and mic rooms
Excite goons, with my mental excite, provide the boom
Write all night in my cacoon, til I hatch
An awful moon, well awaited by my fans, the album is coming soon
Abnormal birth, never spent no time in the womb
Trees and liquor confumed, til my names in the tomb
Autograph signed, with the imprint, I'm hard to find
Wouldn't even fake my death, I got way too much shit on my mind
Last night's crime, how it went down, no one around
Had the silencer to muffle the sound, a culture pound
Shit was ugly, my brand new Jordan's was lookin' muddy
That's what happens to fake niggaz, posin' like they my buddies
What a snitch, I put the cat on to gettin' rich
His whole dress code, slang that he use, to bag a bitch
Was fathered by me, gave him knowledge to know, and I succede
Shit for what it is, but trick knowledge was used against me
Now he's left in the cold, like arms lookin' for sleeves
On the witness stand, singin' 'nigga please'
You was my nigga, now my sweaty finger on the trigger
I remember, all the shit, we've been through together
Now it's over, too bad you signing off soldier, I'm out
Ya'll niggaz is snakes just like a cobra
[Chorus x3: P.R. Terrorist]
You my right hand, my nigga who fights back to back
When the shit's on, make it out safe, split all the stacks
[P.R. Terrorist] (Black Fire)
When you bustin' shots out the window, who drove the Ac'?
(When you was pattin' niggaz down with the mac, who watched your back?)
When I was on the block countin' the stack, who cooked the crack?
My right hand, my right hand, my right hand, my right hand
[Chorus x3]
[Black Fire]
I spend nights, rest in Al Pacino's crib
Layin' on the living room floor, hurtin' up ribs
Tossin' and turnin', thinkin' of this bitch I was burnin'
She wasn't learnin', not enough money I'm earnin'
[P.R. Terrorist]
Yo, get off the floor, if you wanna earn somethin'
Stop frontin', nigga, money don't grow on trees
That's why I keep my nine millennium, hooked under my sleeve
Plus momma always said, the'll be days like these
That's why, we robbin' still, stickin' up kids for they cheese
[Black Fire]
Love burglars, crooks tooks it in the N.Y.C
Two the hardway, just about the sickest M.C.'s
[P.R. Terrorist]
In your continent, in your state, in your city
International, nationwide publicity
Me and my right hand, millionaire simplicity
[Chorus x3]
[P.R. Terrorist]
You was my right hand, til you broke the code of silence
Now I'm left with no choice, gotta resort to violence
Heat out, mud of my feet, I heard the sirens
Jetted off, ran out of breath, drunk from a hydrant
Poison blew, I got guns too, let's start the firing
So I can really see, where's your heart
Get blows, story told, watch me rip 'em apart
You ain't that smart, act like you mastered the art
Of Tera Iz Him, but yet, there's one lesson to learn
If you go against the God, and Black Fire, you burn
[Outro: Black Fire]
PaChino, thou shall never betray
I'll shall slay, any enemy that's headed your way