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La La La (Letra)

Naughty Boy

Naughty Boy Part. Sam Smith

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Na na, la la la la la na na na na na
La la na na, la la la la la na na na na na
La la na na, la la la la la na na na na na

La la na na, la la la la la na na na na

Hush, don’t speak
When you spit your venom, keep it shut, I hate it
When you hiss and preach
About your new messiah ‘cause your theories catch fire

I can’t find your silver lining
I don’t mean to judge
But when you read your speech, it’s tiring
Enough is enough

I’m covering my ears like a kid
When your words mean nothing, I go la la la
I’m turning up the volume when you speak
‘Cause if my heart can’t stop it
I’ll find a way to block it, I go

Na na, la la la la la na na na na na
La la na na, la la la la la… (I’ll find a way to block it, I go)
La la na na, la la la la la na na na na na
La la na na, la la la la la na na na na na

If our love is running out of time
I won’t count the hours, rather be a coward
When our worlds collide
I’m gonna drown you out before I lose my mind

I can’t find your silver lining
I don’t mean to judge
But when you read your speech, it’s tiring
Enough is enough

I’m covering my ears like a kid
When your words mean nothing, I go la la la
I’m turning up the volume when you speak
‘Cause if my heart can’t stop it
I’ll find a way to block it, I go

Na na, la la la la la na na na na na
La la na na, la la la la la… (I’ll find a way to block it, I go)
La la na na, la la la la la na na na na na
La la na na, la la la la la (I’ll find a way to block it)
Na na, la la la la la na na na na na (oh)
La la na na, la la la la la… (I’ll find a way to block it, I go)
La la na na, la la la la la na na na na na
La la na na, la la la la la

I’m covering my ears like a kid
When your words mean nothing, I go la la la
I’m turning up the volume when you speak
‘Cause if my heart can’t stop it
I’ll find a way to block it, I go

I’m covering my ears like a kid
When your words mean nothing, I go la la la
I’m turning up the volume when you speak
‘Cause if my heart can’t stop it
I’ll find a way to block it, I go

Na na, la la la la la na na na na na
La la na na, la la la la la na na na na na
La la na na, la la la la la na na na na na
La la na na, la la la la la

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La La La (Letra)

Bee Gees

Bee Gees

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Chorus: repeat 4x

Gotta make the paper
Cant let the paper make me
La di da di da di da

[verse one]
Thug come up in a fresh white benz
Baby mama talkin crazy cause i’m high again
Flow like a motherfucker say it again
20’s lookin like ooh
With the guy like who
Back up the bad money,put it in cruise
Gots new jeans,suits and timbaland boots
Get off em’,92′,all y’all ball
You playin with me,yo,i’m ballin for all

Chorus

[verse two]
In 96′,ok,we made the m-o-n-e-y again
M-o-n-e-y,do you see what you like?
Flashin’ cars,worries gone,????
Never went to my head,cause i stacked em’,yo
Maxed a ho
You could roll by,i lock the door
La di da di da di da,i got alot for sure
Ho,i make the paper,i dont let it make me
I stay runnin through my hood,i dont let it break me
I work to get my cheddar,i ain’t get it for free
You can do the same,i do so,so why you hatin on me?
It be,99′ we ridin in benz,expo
For the one solo,we ballin in twins
Right up again,we love em,i said it before
Stack your paper when you make it,it be money galore
Let em know,for those who be round my door
If it aint about the dollar,then it really aint low

Chorus

[verse three]
In my early life,they told me i was chasin a dream
Because i wanted everything that i seen on the screen
Big home,diamonds,furs,and even them drop tops
I went from ?????,little red model and i-roc
I used to,drive my friends,to rollerskating,use my vocal chords
Choosin ya know,now im on the production board
Took the benz down until my feet touched the ground
And when the heat touched the ground,they had to sit me down
But the problem changed now
At first i started hustling,fuck struggling
I rather throw bricks,steady smuggling
I was down for an ounce,7 years no parole
It’s bad and it’s cold,mature getting old
And if you didnt know,now you know
Easy gettin slow,now i’m gettin paid for my show

Chorus

Chicago, can we make g’s?
Houston, can we make g’s?
Atlanta, can we make g’s?
Cleveland and new york, can we make g’s?
Milwaukee, can we make g’s?
La, can we make g’s?
You and me, can we make g’s?
Dallas and st.louis, can we make g’s?
San antonio, can we make g’s?
Louisiana, can we make g’s?
Florida, can we make g’s?
Jacksonville, could we make g’s?
Indiana, can we make g’s?
Memphis, can we make g’s?
Birmingham, can we make g’s

(beat continues and fades)

La La La (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

(a. bell / v. clarke)

Don’t be naive,
Don’t deny what you see.
Where lies the truth?
Hidden deep, in-between.
Dance through the night,
From sublime to extreme.
Lift your voices high,
From a whisper to a scream.

La la la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la la la la la

La la la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la la la la la

Dance through the night,
From sublime to extreme.
Lift your voices high,
From a whisper to a scream.
You hang your head down low,
Like a slave to the scene.
But you’d be pretty and pure,
Wrapped up, hip in your teens.

La la la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la la la la la

La la la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la la la la la

There has to be a little passion in your life.
You’ve got to put the world to rights,
Before too long. (before too long)
When i was young i thought that everything was good,
But how it slowly fades away…

I’ll be going away soon,
Through the warm,
Whoa ooh… (going away soon)
To the warm.
Whoa ooh…
Don’t be naive,
Don’t deny what you see.
Where lies the truth?
Hidden deep, in-between.

La la la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la la la la la

La La La (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

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La, La, La (Letra)

Jon Secada

Jon Secada

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

(lyrics & music by jon secada & miguel morejon)

Sent a letter home i ain’t coming back
Don’t know where i’m going don’t know where i’m at.

A little more than sand
A bit far more than tragic
Finding that you’re gone
And i’m alone, so here’s a little magic act.

I sent a letter home i ain’t coming back
Don’t know where i’m going don’t know where i’m at
Lots of people i could talk to but there’s nothing more to say.

Chorus
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

I wanna be set free
I want to feel the power
Love in the high seas adventures as i please
Tell me where i can find and i’m there.

I’m getting tired of picking at my brain
Give me something else to relieve the pain
Rolling with the punches of my fate, so what else can i say.

Chorus
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

I sent a letter home i ain’t coming back
Don’t know where i’m going don’t know where i’m at
Lots of people i could talk to but there’s nothing left to say.

La La La (Letra)

Do Or Die

Do Or Die

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Words and music by brent wilson

If a picture’s worth a thousand words
What are they?
And since you’re spirit intercedes for me
What do you hear when i pray?
‘cause i’m finding it hard to find the word
To let you know how my heart can hurt
So i’ll sing the tune
And let you fill in the words

(chorus)
La la la
La la la
La la la…

It’s comforting to know
My words aren’t all you hear
I can talk to you with laughter
And i can talk to you in tears
And i don’t have to know just what to say
For you to hear me when i pray
So i’ll sing a part and let you read my heart

(repeat chorus)