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Personal (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

They sleeping, they sleeping
They sleeping, they sleeping on me
But I don’t waste my time

Tryna prove that I’m something to see

Oh I, the real ones they know
And the ones that do not, I don’t need
‘Cause most see the vision and I give reasons to believe
That I’m honest, I’m honest, I’m telling no lies
When I say I’m up next, I’m not just for the ride
Never a point when I questioned my mind
Know what I’m doing, I planned for this time

Come up regardless, I’m coming regardless
I’m hungry, I’m starving, remaining a topic
Never an option, got your undivided whenever I’m plotting

Don’t take it personal, personal, personal
Don’t take it personal, personal, personal

I know it hurts to know, hurts to know, hurts to know
I don’t want it (na, na, na)
Don’t need it (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Don’t take it personal, personal, personal

Don’t take it personal, personal, personal
I know it hurts to know, hurts to know, hurts to know
I don’t want it (na, na, na)

Don’t need it (yeah, yeah, yeah)

I know that you hear this
And you gon’ just know that I’m speaking to you
Shouldn’t have got so ahead of yourself
Now you’re losing your cool
I know that you know that I’m right
You admitted that I am the truth
But look you at you now, look at your face
Looking sad in the booth
Signed off a tape, toured off a tape
Did it alone, and I ain’t touched a plate
You was my nigga, we could have been great
You so far gone, got you thinking you’re safe

All said and done, you lost my respect
All said and done, you’re the one I regret

Now you gon’ watch from the crowd
Lookin’ up like the rest

Don’t take it personal, personal, personal (Look)
Don’t take it personal, personal, personal
I need you to promise me one thing
I know it hurts to know, hurts to know, hurts to know
That you not gon’ take it like that
I don’t want it (na, na, na)
Don’t need it (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Don’t take it personal, personal, personal
(Promise me that you won’t take it)
Don’t take it personal, personal, personal
(Swear to me that you won’t take it)

I know it hurts to know, hurts to know, hurts to know
I don’t want it (na, na, na)
Don’t need it (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Now I could never judge anyone I loved
Even if you lose sight of all the things I’ve done
I’m not who I once was, these days I’m all grown up
I fuck with me heavy, I’m all chose up
And I only did right by you
When you fucked her, I stood right by you
Prayin’ for the girls that believe your news
Prayin’ for myself ‘cause I be all truth
I got good heart, good soul, good sex
No stress, next for me is best
Don’t you run your mouth ‘cause in this song I say it best
Don’t take it personal, personal, personal
Don’t take it personal, personal, personal
I know it hurts to know, hurts to know, hurts to know
I don’t want it (na, na, na)
Don’t need it (yeah, yeah, yeah)

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Personal (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Anything you want from me
I’ll do
But first

Let’s get personal
Personal
Personal
Personal
Let’s get personal
Personal
Personal
Personal
Personal with you

We’re sittin’ havin’ dinner at your parents’ home
Some of the finest food I’ve ever known
But I need some sweetness on my tongue
And it ain’t a type of sugar oh no

So maybe we can go somewhere
Neighbour room girl I don’t care
Where’s the bedroom
(It’s upstairs)
I’ll meet you there in a minute
Girl so we can get

Let’s get personal (ooh yeah)
Personal (tight baby)
Personal (maybe we can get)
Personal (just a little, just a little bit)
Let’s get personal (ooh yay)
Personal (I wanna get personal)
Personal (come on baby, just trust me)
Personal (I wanna get)
Personal with you

I’m behind you in your bedroom with your hands against the wall
But keeping one eye on the door
Got your T-shirt and your panties on
Ooh I feel so right, can’t be wrong, no
I know you like it when I touch you there
Girl just keep it quiet or they’ll hear
Feel the tremblin’ all down your leg
I’d love to head to your bed
So that we can get

Personal
Shhh

Should I take off my clothes (no)
Put the lock on the door
Let go of your deepest inhibitions
Let me fulfil your fantasies girl
Like me touching you there (yeah)
The way that I play with your hair
Emotions running wild until we stop
Yeah

Let’s get personal (ooh baby)
Personal (I wanna get personal with you)
Personal (we can do anything you wanna do)
Personal (whoah)
Let’s get personal (when you rub and you’re close to me)
Personal (feel the fire just like ecstasy)
Personal (girl and the way that you’re touching me I want it baby all the time)
Personal
Personal with you

Oh I want to
Make love to you
so let’s
Get personal
Let me be
Your fantasy
You’re all
I need oh girl

Let’s get personal
Personal (with every little thing you do)
Personal (it’s like ecstasy baby)
Personal (when I’m right when I’m back next to you)
Personal (girl I don’t give a damn about)
Personal (who’s that saw, go downstairs)
Personal (I just wanna get personal baby)
Personal (so bad makes me wanna say)
Oh whoa whoa whoa
It makes me wanna say
Oh whoa whoa whoa
All of my people say
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh

Personal (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

[e-40]
I gets a phone call about a neighbor
Daylight savings time seven o’clock at night
Three-way conversation 40-water family member, cousin
"dude did you receive my card" – "when did you send it?"
"yesterday, should’ve been there by now"
9-4-5-9-1 vallejo, california mail box ect. 9-4-5-9-1"
Damn, shit what the fuck is goin’ on around here
Dude ‘nem got some paper work out on you
They talkin’ about makin’ your ass disappear
Not like that, not my sa-hid-nab
They way to sharp
Guess again, you know your so-called homie
Your best friend

[d-shot]
What i do, believe me you wouldn’t wanna know
For what i did i opened up a drugstore
By all means, the scratch was the common goal
To cover team, i hooked up my fellows
Oh what it seems, some fools get some paper and trip
They stick they ass in the air just like a bitch
Now whats the definition of bitch
A punk ass bitch that sit down when he piss

(chorus) [levitti]

(personal, life ain’t no rehearsal
Personal, this is what i jack for
Personal, life ain’t no rehearsal
Personal, this is why i hustle)

[levitti]
All this shit i gotta deal with
And every time i look around i’m fonkin’
When i strap on it, now there’s work to do
Blood on my hand, i took a life or two
Laid ‘em down like a hog
Bucked a nigga down at the mall
Semi-autos, macks, glock full lines
Quick to send you to the mortuary, yeah

[suga t]
I put this on my folks, it takes nothin’ but a call
I jack for the beats or paper, cars, skank and all (dog)
Down for the cause, just like i’m down for a dog
Damn what you heard, it’s all about what you saw
Why you up in draws, can’t no you can’t go skinny dippin’
Why you lookin at me silly hoe
Cause i’m makin’ moves, clockin dough
Suga t, supa nice, from vallejo
Oh, oh broken up like freddy
When you really wanna see me in my teddy (teddy)
I got my machete, y’all ain’t ready (ready)

(chorus)

[the mossie]
(kaveo):
Here they come slow it down mossey on the passenger side
Wit about a hundred and fifty rounds
That’ll lay ‘em down
See we from the town
Where murder for hire ain’t no thang
Water splittin’ ‘caine, bring the pain
When niggas get out of line and get to actin’ kinda shady
Niggas don’t give a fuck, we’ll dump on you when you with your lady
Known to be vicious, a nigga will break your dishes
Get out the ak out the window blowin’ kisses

(young mugzy):
You den fucked around with some riders
Hill siders, rippin’ on chests and guts
Oh how you fuck around with the quietest nigga and he went nuts
See i den fucked around and been in shoot outs since the age twelve
Shot my house up on graduation day
And damn near killed my first born and my sister
You gotta make more to play more that’s what they told me
I could give a fuck about you intended cops, that’s what my daddy told me
I put that on my only son, my other seeds
You fuck with me i gone make your body bleed

(tap dat ass)
We got some funk with these niggas that can’t stick in they chest
We chief the heat
The garlic hollow tips with the vest
Bulletproof ski mask
Raid they ass like the task
Get the jewels and the cash and send they ass first class
To a six foot ditch
We trippin off that bitch
And that’s the same punk hoe that was ready to snitch
On your whole team
For sellin’ ounces of cream
You got emotional, that’s why it’s personals, bitch!!!

(chorus)

Personal (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

It’s not personal
You didn’t let me down at all
No, it’s not personal
It’s how the world goes ‘round, is all

I’ve got some loving but it ain’t for sale
– give it free to you, my friend
Somewhere further down the trail
I’l be pulling out again

It’s not personal
Don’t let it underneath your skin
No, it’s not personal
I’m only breathing out and in

I’m just moving on
Because the groove has gone
I’m just stealing down the line
And it’s fine

Woke up this morning, i was all alone
Instead of her i found a note
I guess my bluebird just came home
For these are all the words she wrote…

It’s not personal
You didn’t let me down at all
No, it’s not personal
It’s how the world goes ‘round is all
It’s how the world goes ‘round

Personal (Letra)

Craig David

Craig David

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Emcee’s no time out,it’s time to rhyme out
You’ve dug your own grave,now you must climb out
Dig out,crawl out,hide from the fallout
‘cause when i get mad i go all out
Ice cooler than the coldest cube,dude
And when i’m micin’,boy,i’m know to get rude
Criminal background,it’s time to get down
I use a silencer,don’t like the loud sound
Off my mic blast,you better run fast
The last punk that popped junk passed
Spit on his grave,laughed,jumped in my stretch
Signed his bitch an autograph
Syndicate boy,i don’t fool out
You’re full grown,school’s out
You try to diss?..i think you better cool out
‘cause your butt is smoke,if we ever duel out
This jam is directed,to all of those who expected
For me to cold be rejected,but now i’m highly respected
And now their ears are infected
With dollar signs i’ve collected
Jealous punks,i said it!

Personal
Take a personal

Take it personal,punk,i’m talkin’ to you
And if they agree with you,then your crew too
I never diss an emcee,i wish’em all good luck
But if you diss me to my face,duck
My style don’t ramble,you shouldn’t gamble
With your grill,i got a fist like an anvil
I write a record,lock it on the topic
Evil and iz dog the track,then we drop it
Record stores rock it,stock it,fans buy it
People that never heard of ice-t try it
Then you try to diss? you got gall
I got gold on my neck and gold on my wall
Gold in my fingers,gold in my ear
When this jam’s spinnin’,gold’s what you hear
Toy,this ain’t christimas,no time to play
I ain’t no child,punk,you’ll get sprayed
Illin’ on a mega-villan
You must want a pine box to go chill in
Buried deep,creep,no one will weep
‘cause the next night with your bitch i’ll sleep

Personal
Take it personal

I ain’t east coast,west coast,new style,or old style
You wanna know about me? check police files
Get out my face or you might have a bruised one
Brass knuckle prints? yes,i used some
I ain’t here to boast,i don’t do that
When i talk it’s straight dope,pure facts
I rock hard but still called a new jack
But talk shit,you’re sure to get heard cracked
I don’t drink or smoke or do dumb drugs
But my posse’s still labeled street thugs
L.a.p.d’s got all my boy’s mugs
Can’t use my phone for the damn bugs
I live in privacy,don’t like suckers hawking me
News reporters,some think they can talk for me
Lies,misquotes,changin’ all my words around
But if i catch’em on the street they’ll get beat down
They get money for hype-type publicity
They don’t think twice,about dissin’ me
But that’s a mistake,with tha syndicate you shoudn’t mess
I hope those punk reporters wear vests!

Personal
Take that personal

Now the words i speak to some may sound radical
But i’ll explain,it’s simply mathematical
You diss,i diss,this is creates an equal
You reply to my diss,this is called a sequel
I reply to your diss,this is called a battle
Not intelligent,not very adult
So i don’t battle,i just put heads out
A straight line is always the direct route
I write lyrics clear,to leave no doubt
Don’t even have to say who i’m speakin’ about
You know who you are,you just jealous
‘cause you hear my records are million sellers
Try to say i’m wack,out on the streets
While your whole crew is jockin’ my beats
See me on t.v. and in the papers
See me at a jam,and catch vapors!

Personal

Personal (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Foi numa dessas caminhadas que eu faço por aí
Que eu te conheci
Você passou por mim
Olhei pra trás e quase que eu caí
Tamanha emoção que eu senti

Eu fiz a volta e comecei a caminhar bem atrás de você
Foi de enlouquecer
Você olhou pra mim de canto
Perguntando o que eu ía fazer
Calminha
Prazer te conhecer

Eu sou seu guarda-costas, segurança
Sou teu protetor

Cuidado!
Você aqui sozinha é um perigo
Vou te acompanhar
Deixa eu ficar contigo
E quem sabe se até no final
Eu viro pra sempre o seu personal

Personal (Letra)

Jessie J

Jessie J

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

No, I’m not a liar
Just didn’t know how to tell you the truth
All we need is time
We don’t know why we do what we do, but we do
On a night like this
Just don’t know what I’m trying to prove
No it can’t predict, the reasons why we do what we do
But we do
But we do, yeah we do, what we do
Yeah, we do, what we do
Yeah, we do, what we do

When you fall in love
You can’t help it when you act like a fool
When you look above
You see the reasons why
We do what we do, what we do, what we do
Yeah, we do, what we do
Yeah, we do, what we do
Yeah, we do, what we do

They gotta stop us, and me first
To spend it away on my business
Telling these strangers about you
I’m getting too, I’m getting too, I’m getting too
Personal, getting too personal
I’m getting too personal
Personal, personal with you

No wondering they can tell I’ve been crying all night
‘Cause I told myself, I don’t love you though I know it’s a lie
‘Cause I do
When you fall in love
You can’t help it when you act like a fool
When you look above
You see the reasons why
We do what we do

They gotta stop us, and me first
To spend it away on my business
Telling these strangers about you
I’m getting too, I’m getting too, I’m getting too
Personal, getting too personal
I’m getting too personal
Personal, personal with you

Hear me up, hear me out right now, hey
Hear me out, hear me out now, hey
You’ve been running throught my mind all day
Hear me out now, hear me, baby

Hear me up, hear me out right now hey
Hear me out, hear me out now, hey
You’ve been running throught my mind all day
Hear me out now, hear me, baby

Ain’t got a shot glass in my first
To spill it away on my business
Telling these strangers about you
I’m getting too, I’m getting too
I’m getting too oh, oh

I’m getting too personal
I’m getting too personal
I’m getting too personal
Personal, personal
With you
You’ve been running throught my mind all day
Hear me out now, hear me, baby