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Num ta na moda (Feat. Uami Ndongadas)(Prod by Smash)

Chelsea Dinorath - Sodadi

Landrick - BABETE (Divulga aqui: 944429663)

Biig Star

Iban (feat. Cef Tanzy)

PROBLEMA - LEO (L PRINCIPE)

He came up from a city that smelled like old grease,
pockets full of unpaid bills filling the holes.
Rain on the tenements, roofs bleeding cheap gold,
he kept his money under a mattress of poems.
Worked the graveyard ledger, stamped letters like confessions,
spit coffee into the sink and swore to the moon.
There was a thin bell of laughter where the music died,
and he kept writing like a man saving himself from sleep.

Whiskey and poems, cats on the sill,
he chased the edges of the world until the ink was still.
Whiskey and poems, cheap hotel room,
he coughed up his heart on a bar napkin one night.

Post office days and long-slit afternoons,
sorting other people's prayers into cardboard boxes.
He'd punch the clock, then punch the page with his fists,
turn the raw meat of living into lines that would hiss.
Women came like weather — some warm, some cruel, some kind,
left lipstick on the ashtray and stories in his mind.
He loved badly, laughed harder, watched the city bruise,
found saints in the gutters and angels in bad bars.

You could see the typewriter keys like teeth,
clacking out grudges and small miracles.
He fed the machine his nights and his hunger,
and sometimes the paper came back a prayer.

Whiskey and poems, cats on the sill,
he chased the edges of the world until the ink was still.
Whiskey and poems, cheap hotel room,
he coughed up his heart on a bar napkin one night.

They called him a drunk, they called him a prophet, same breath 
a one-man parade of bruises and stubborn songs.
He slept on borrowed couches, woke with a grin like a bruise,
wrote love like a fist and hope like a cigarette ash.
When fame snuck in like a thief in a tuxedo suit,
he kept the old habits — whiskey, the type, the truth.
He'd raise a glass to the losers, wink at the gods,
say the only church he knew was the one without doors.

There are photographs with teeth missing, a hotel key,
and a cat licking the print of his palm.
Some nights he sounded like a city on its knees,
some nights like a boxer who’d finally found his feet.

Whiskey and poems, cats on the sill,
he chased the edges of the world until the ink was still.
Whiskey and poems, cheap hotel room,
he coughed up his heart on a bar napkin one night.

So if you ever find a poem in the gutter,
or a cigarette burned down to a memory,
raise it up, son, and don't be afraid —
somebody loved hard enough to write it away.

Track from the album "Tin-Cup Valentine", dedicated to Charles Bukowski

Tin-Cup Valentine

Whiskey & Poems

Buy at Bandcamp

Filho Do Zua - Ndoki / Dj Colts

Versão completa da musica Meu anjo da Nsoki ... em 1a mao :) 

Nsoki - Meu anjo (part especial Nanutu)

03 - Dj Nilson - Te Amo Feat. Filho do Zua & Chelsy Shantel

Dj Tó Costa - Caso de Amor ( Remix )


Letra/Música
Euclides da Lomba
Voz: Micas Cabral
Produção Musical arranjos e teclados:
Sérgio Belera
Bateria: Stélio Zoé
Guitarras: Tino Mc
Baixo: Mayo Bass
Saxofone: Elmano Coelho
Coros: Zizy e Sérgio Belera
Gravação: Friend Studio ( Maputo) por Marcelo Lopes Estúdio Bobsrec ( Lisboa ) Por Elton Sousa
Mix. Cyber Sound ( Miami ) por Cedric Louis
Master - Alan Lewis - At@hit-Mastering (Paris) Produção Executiva - Dj Tó Costa

Caso de amor e ternura

Dj Tó Costa Ft Micas Cabral- Caso De Amor e Ternura

Ti Papel

Ti Papel (feat. Filho do Zua)

Nsoki - Meu anjo (part especial Nanutu)

Iuri Neto