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Video Karaoke Super Bowl LVI Halftime Show - Dr. Dre & Snoop Dogg, Eminem, Mary J. Blige & Kendrick Lamar

Este tema es una versión de Super Bowl LVI Halftime Show, que popularizó Dr. Dre
& Snoop Dogg, Eminem, Mary J. Blige & Kendrick Lamar
Lista de canciones incluidas en este recopilatorio: The Next Episode, California Love, In Da Club, Family Affair, No More Drama, m.A.A.d city, Alright, Forgot About Dre, Lose Yourself, I Ain't Mad at Cha & Still D.R.E.

Formatos disponibles:

CDG (MP3+G)
MP4
KFN
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El formato CDG (también llamado CD+G o MP3+G) es compatible con la mayoría de los reproductores de karaoke. Incluye un archivo MP3 y la letra sincronizada (Versión Karaoke solo vende archivos digitales (MP3+G) y NO recibirás un CD).

Los archivos MP4 pueden reproducirse en MAC OS X y Windows 7 de manera predeterminada.
Si tienes Windows XP o Vista, puedes utilizar Windows Media Player 12.

Este formato es compatible con el KaraFun Windows Player, un programa de karaoke gratuito. Te permite activar o desactivar los coros y la voz principal, además de cambiar el tono o el tempo.

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Con coros (con o sin voces en la versión KFN)

Tempo: variable (alrededor de 95 BPM)

Tonalidad idéntica al original: MI♭m, SOLm, DO♯m, FA♯m, REm, LAm, SOL♯m, SI♭m

Duración: 14:06 - Escuchar en: 06:37

Fecha de publicación: 2022
Géneros: Rap & Hip-Hop, En inglés
Compositores: Dr. Dre, Melvin Charles Bradford, Hittman, Brian Anthony Bailey, Snoop Dogg, Dave Clark, Axel Albert Morgan, Mark Anthony Spears, Ricci Riera, Kendrick Lamar, MC Eiht, Quincy Matthew Hanley, B.B. King
Compositor original: Joe Cocker, Mikel Hooks, Ronald Goss Hudson, Christopher Stainton, Roger Troutman, Larry Troutman, 2Pac, Michael A Elizondo, Jr., 50 cent, Mary J. Blige, Louis Pierre, Luchana Lodge, Camara Kambon, Michael Bradford (US 2), Bruce Miller, Jimmy Jam, Barry R De Vorzon, Terry Steven Lewis, Botkin Perry L, Jeff Bass, Luis Resto, Eminem, Kawan Prather, Pharrell Williams, Tyrone II Tribbett, Scott Spencer Storch, Jay-Z, Etterlene Jordan, Delmer Drew Arnaud, Danny Boy Steward

Todos los archivos disponibles para descargar son pistas reproducidas, no es la música original.

Letra Super Bowl LVI Halftime Show

La da da da dah
It's the one and only
D-O-double-G
Snoop Dogg
La da da da dah
You know I'm mobbin' with the D-R-E
Yeah yeah yeah
Y'all know what this is but can y'all make some noise for my man Snoop Dogg
Come on louder y'all, louder
Top Dogg, bite 'em all
Yeah I'm burnin' it up
D-P-G-C
Go ahead and turn it on up
C-P-T, L-B-C
Yeah we hookin' back up
And when they bang this in the club baby you got to get up
Thug homies, drug homies
Yeah they givin' it up
Lowlife, yo' life
Boy we givin' it up
Takin' chances while we dancin' in the party for sure
Slipped my girl a forty-fo' when she crept in the back do'
This chick is lookin' at me strange but you know I don't care
Step up in this mother just a-swangin' my hair
Trick, quit talkin'
Crip walk if you down with the set
Take a bullet with some and take this dope on this jet
Out of town, put it down for the Father of Rap
And if you happen to get cracked shut yo' trap
Come back, get back that's the part of success
If you believe in the S you'll be relievin' your stress
La da da da dah
It's the one and only D-R-E
Dr. Dre you little busters
La da da da dah
You know I'm ridin' with the D-O-double-G
West Coast make some noise
Come on
Put your hands in the air
Everybody put your hands in the air
Come on everybody
Put your hands in the air
Put your hands way up in the air
Now let me welcome everybody to the Wild Wild West
A state that's untouchable like Eliot Ness
The track hits your eardrum like a slug through your chest
Pack a vest for your Jimmy in the city of sex
We in that sunshine state where the bomb-ass hemp be
A place where you never find a dance floor empty
And pimps be on a mission for them greens
Lean mean money-makin' machines servin' fiends
I been in the game for thirty years makin' rap tunes
Ever since honeys was wearin' Sassoon
Now it's twenty-two
They clock me and watch me
Diamonds shinin'
Lookin' like I robbed Liberace
It's all good
From Diego to the Bay
Your city is the bomb if your city gettin' pay
Throw up a finger if you feel the same way
Dre puttin' it down for Californ-i-a
Ayy
Yeah
Go go go
Go go go
Go shawty
It's your birthday
We gon' party like it's your birthday
We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday
And you know we don't give a f- it's not your birthday
You can find me in the club
Bottle full of bub'
Mama I got what you need if you need to feel the buzz
I'm into havin' sex
I ain't into makin' love
So come give me a hug if you into gettin' rubbed
When I pull up out front you see the Benz on dubs
When I roll twenty deep it's always drama in the club
Yeah they heard I with Dre now they wanna show me love
When you sell like Eminem you get plenty of groupie love
Look homie ain't nothin' changed
Hoes down, G's up
I see Xzibit in the cut
Hey man roll that weed up
If you watch how I move you'll mistake me for a player or pimp
I been hit with a few shells but I don't walk with a limp
In the hood in L.A. they sayin' Fifty you hot
They like me, I want 'em to love me like they love PAC
But holla in New York fo' sho' they'll tell you I'm loco
And the plan is to put the rap game in a chokehold
I'm fully focused man
My money on my mind
Got a mil' out the deal and I'm still on the grind
Now shawty said she feelin' my style, she feelin' my flow
Her girlfriend with her
They bi and they ready to go
Find me in the club
Bottle full of bub'
Mama I got what you need if you need to feel the buzz
I'm into havin' sex
I ain't into makin' love
So come give me a hug if you into gettin' rubbed
You can find me in the club
In this dancery
Come on everybody
Get on up
'Cos you know we gots to get it crunk
Mary J. is in the spot tonight and Imma make it feel alright
Come on baby just party with me
Let loose and set your body free
Leave your situations at the door but when you step inside jump on the floor
Let's get crunk up on in this dancery
Yeah hey
You gotta dance for me
Just dance for me
Let's get it percolatin' while you're waitin'
Yeah
Haters
Broken heart again
Another lesson learn
You better know your friends or else you will get burned
Gotta count on me
'Cos I can guarantee that
I'll be fine
No more pain
No more pain no
No more games messin' with my mind
No more, no more
No more, no more
No more, no more
No more
No more
I'm tired of all this drama
Go ahead, go ahead
You demons get out of my face
Don't give up the fight
I'm about to lose my mind
Aah
Ooh no more
No more drama
No more
No more
Hey no more
No more
I need a peace of mind
A peace of mind
No no no woah
If Pirus and Cris all got along
They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song
Seem like the whole city go against me
Every time I'm in the street
I hear Yawk Yawk Yawk Yawk
Man down
Where you from
Who you know
Where you from
Where your grandma stay
Huh my
This mad city I
Brrr brrr brrr brrr
Alls my life I has to fight
Uh alls my life I
Hard times like Yah
Bad trips like Yah
Nazareth
I'm on one
You on one
God got us
We gon' be alright ho
We gon' be alright
We gon' be alright
We gon' be alright
We gon' be alright
We gon' be alright
We gon' be alright
Do you hear me
Do you feel me
We gon' be al-
Uh
And when I wake up
I recognize you're lookin' at me for the pay stub
But homicide lookin' at you from the face down
Mac-Eleven even boom with the bass down
Schemin'
Let me tell you 'bout my life
Painkillers only put me in the twilight
Where pretty uh uh
Is the highlight
Now tell my momma I love her but this what I like, Lord knows
Twenty of 'em in my Chevy
Tell 'em all to come and get me
Reapin' everything I sow
Karma comin' heavy
No preliminary hearin' on my record
Tell 'em I'm a gangster in silence for the record
Tell the world
I think I've gone cray
Drown inside my vices all day
Won't you please believe when I
Won't you please believe when I
Wouldn't you know
We been hurt down before
Uh
When our pride was low
Lookin' at the world like
Where do we go
Uh
And we hate
Wanna kill us dead in the street fo sho'
Uh
I'm at the preacher door
Knees gettin' weak
Gun might blow
We gon' be al-
Uh thirty-five summers in the makin'
Stop fakin'
You forgot about Dre
Uh thirty-five summers in the makin'
I'm talkin' N.W.A.
Uh thirty-five summers in the makin'
Stop fakin'
You forgot about Dre
Uh thirty-five summers in the makin'
I'm talkin' N.W.A.
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say but nothin' comes out
When they move their lips
Just a bunch of gibberish
And motherf- act like they forgot about Dre
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say but nothin' comes out
When they move their lips
Just a bunch of gibberish
And motherf- act like they forgot about Dre
Woah
If you had
One shot
One opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted
One moment
Would you capture it or just let it slip
His palms are sweaty
Knees weak
Arms are heavy
There's vomit on his sweater already
Mom's spaghetti
He's nervous
But on the surface he looks calm and ready to drop bombs but he keeps on forgettin'
What he wrote down
The whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth but the words won't come out
He's chokin', how
Everybody's jokin' now
The clock's run out
Time's up, over blaow
Snap back to reality
Ope there goes gravity
Ope there goes Rabbit
He choked
He's so mad but he won't
Give up that easy no
He won't have it he knows
His whole back's to these ropes
It don't matter he's dope
He knows that but he's broke
He's so stagnant he knows
When he goes back to this mobile home that's when it's
Back to the lab again yo
This old rhapsody
Better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him and
Lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it
You better never let it go
You only get one shot
Do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime
You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it
You better never let it go
You only get one shot
Do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime
You better lose yourself
You better lose yourself
You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it
You better never let it go
You only get one shot
Do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime
You better lose yourself
Still Snoop Dogg and D.R.E.
Check
Guess who's back
I see you still doin' it
Please make some noise for Dr. Dre
It's still Dre Day
A.K.
Though I've grown a lot can't keep it home a lot
'Cos when I frequent the spots that I'm known to rock you hear the bass from the truck when I'm on the block
Ladies they pay homage but haters say Dre fell off
How homie
My last album was The Chronic
They wanna know if he still got it
They say rap's changed
They wanna know how I feel about it
Dr. Dre is the name
I'm ahead of my game
Still puffin' my leaves
Still touchin' the beats
Still not lovin' police
I still rock my khakis with a cuff and a crease
I still got love for the streets
Reppin' Two-One-Three
Still the beats bang
Still doin' my thang
Since I left ain't too much changed
Still
I'm representin' for them gangstas all across the world
Still
Hittin' them corners in them low-lows girl
Takin' my time to perfect the beat
And I still got love for the streets
It's the D.R.E.
I'm representin' for them gangstas all across the world
Still
Hittin' them corners in them low-lows girl
Takin' my time to perfect the beat
And I still got love for the streets
It's the D.R.E.

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