Confession.

what?.......

 

To Shibuya? Yeah. Shibuya=shopping=video games.

 

What? you didn't tell me you have a baby on the way =D

 

Have you never heard of the singer Usher?

 

I.Want.Him.2.Die.

 

Who hasn't.

 

But damn, can't he sing?

Anyway, seeing the title of the thread I thought of his confession song or what not.

 

He.Can't.Do.Smurf.

I hate rap/R & B period!

Besides I leikz Justin Timberlake moar =D

 

[Phone ringing]
[Girl] Hey
[Usher] Hey, what's up?
[Girl] That's you
[Usher] Yeah listen

[Intro - Usher]
Baby I know we said it's best we don't talk no more
But I got to get this off my chest about all the sh*t I've been hearing babe I,
I thought you were that ride or die
You will never leave my side
I even made you out to be the woman that I will be with for life I took in
Your kids did everything that you wanted me too
Heard about frontin' on radio and the fuse
If you were gonna tell it then you told instead of making me the bad guy
If you got nothing good to say then don't say nothing
'Cause if I really start talking it'll be something
So you cheated, I cheated
So be it
We need to leave it alone
Move on.

[Call waiting beeping]
[Usher] Hold up
[Operator] Hello, you got a collect call from Franklin correction facility will you accept the charges?
[Usher] Yes, I'll accept it, what's up?

[Verse One - Shyne (J.D.) {Shyne on the phone}]
Sittin in my cell, head about to burst
Wouldn't be alive if I didn't shoot first
Had it made, sorry for the ricochet
Would I be here today if I didn't let it spray
I never said that I was perfect
Nobody walkin' on this earth is
At night, I would've gotten murdered
If I ain't grab the hatchet and let them cowards have it
(Ohh, that's the boy Shyne y'all
It's ya boy on his way home man, the boy on his way home man)

[J.D.]
Uh, listen up listen up listen up world
Listen up listen up listen up world, uh, I gotta confess
This the hottest remix I ever did in my life so so def

[Chorus - Usher]
These are my confessions
Just when I thought I said all I can say
My chick on the side, said she got one on the way
These are my confessions, man I'm throwed and I don't know what to do
I guess I gotta give part 2 of my confessions
If I'm gonna tell it then I gotta tell it all, (all yeah, yeah)
Damn near cried when I got that phone call (call)
I'm so throwed and I don't know what to do
But to give you part 2 of my confessions

[J.D.]
If you got something to confess too right now, step to the mic... Twista!

[Verse Two - Twista]
I confess about the incident when I was with a shorty in the Lexus coupe
Ya homie said she saw me but she didn't have proof
But I knew I really should've just been tellin' you the truth
And I confess about the days I was rollin' my Seville with the custom gold grill
I was in the field still lookin' for a thrill
And I knew it was bogus I should've kept it real
And I confess that, just when I thought I could really try to get away
While havin other women on the side
But I never knew that it would catch up wit' a ***** one day
You gotta hear me girl, I done learned a lesson'
If you stay with me then it'll be a blessin', no stressing
It'll never be no guessin'
Cause I pulled one out my heart and these are my confessions

[Chorus - Usher (J.D.)]
These are my confessions, just when I thought I said all I can say
My chick on the side, said she got one on the way (yeah)
These are my confessions, man I'm throwed and I don't know what to do
I guess I gotta give part 2 of my confessions
If I'm gonna tell it then I gotta tell it all, (all)
Damn near cried when I got that phone call (call)
I'm so throwed and I don't know what to do
But to give you part 2 of my confession

[Verse Three - Kanye West]
Yeah Kanye To tha College Dropout
Man, how does she bring it up how does she break it down
Man you at the clinic, dawg slow down that's yo child
But if you keep it, then you gotta tell your girl you was cheatin
And you went raw dog when you beat it
That's when she gon' tell you to beat it
You know it ain't y'all little secret
You famous you can't go nowhere 'cause everytime you go there
There's hoes there so basiclly you and your girl over
I know when she broke the news you told her "man don't say that"
Matter fact like Pat don't say jack
Everytime a ***** sittin on pay stacks
Things come up from way way way back I confess

[Chorus - Usher]
These are my confessions, just when I thought I said all I can say
My chick on the side, said she got one on the way (yeah)
These are my confessions, man I'm throwed and I don't know what to do
I guess I gotta give part 2 of my confessions
If I'm gonna tell it then I gotta tell it all, (all)
Damn near cried when I got that phone call (call)
I'm so throwed and I don't know what to do
But to give you part 2 of my confession

 

I dislike rap, however I have grown to live with R&B, seeing as it surrounds me community. I don't like it either, preferring Rock music.

 

''bla bla bla I hate rap'' That's what everyone says.Yet they never say why after they do.

 

I don't like rap because most of the time it's saying that all women do the same thing...

 

Most of the rap songs I had listened to, were all about the same topics, plus some of them I couldn't even understand what they were saying. >_<

 

your not listening to the good rap then.Dont hate an entire genre just because of a few songs.

You dont understand it,so you hate it?..we cant understand japanese people,let's hate them..is that what you think?

 

Not because I don't understand it, but, I don't know it all feels somewhat the same. Maybe it is because I am listening to the wrong songs too.

By the way, I don't hate rap fans. I respect their choice of music.

Oh yes, why are you being so defensive? If you said "I hate rock music" and didn't give a reason, I wouldn't really care.

 

It's just annoying,because everyone hate's rap,EVERYONE!..especially here..

 

everyone hates rap ? hah
yea rite
rap is okay
i like a few songs mostly german rap
but i really dislike all this gangsta rap **** ._.

 

Like that.......

 

What happend now?

 

I dont know..anyway 13 posts away from prem,hurry up.