26 de noviembre de 2013

Miley Cyrus y Will.i.am en el videoclip de 'Feeling myself'

  • Miley Cyrus y Will.i.am en el videoclip de 'Feeling myself'
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Will.i.am ha publicado este martes el videoclip de 'Feeling myself', en el que comparte protagonismo con Wiz Khalifa, French Montana y nada más y nada menos que Miley Cyrus, tan ligera de ropa como siempre.

Fondos coloridos, coches lujosos, fajos de billetes, efectos visuales y la reina del Twerk se unen para formar el nuevo clip del conocido líder de The Black Eyed Peas, primer single de su último trabajo discográfico '#Willpower' ('Fuerza de voluntad'), que llegará a la tiendas el próximo 9 de diciembre.

El álbum supone el relanzamiento del cuarto disco en solitario del angelino, una producción que ya vio la luz en abril de este año, cuando sus famosos 'This is Love' y 'Scream & Shout', con colaboración de Britney incluida, llenaron las pistas de baile de medio mundo.

Lo mismo pretende hacer con un tema que parece alejarse ligeramente del tono discotequero que ha impregnado sus últimas producciones y se acerca a algo más urbano. Aquí tienes el clip:

La protagonista es la exchica Disney, quien también ha sido noticia últimamente por la polémica celebración de su 21 cumpleaños, en el que se notó que la joven ya alcanzaba la mayoría de edad con un espectáculo de striptise, alcohol y esta curiosa tarta:

Tarta de cumple Miley Cyrus

Te dejamos también la letra de la canción, en la que no faltan referencias al famoso 'Molly' de Miley como esta: "Now everybody trippin' like they're poppin' molly, up in the club is where you find me!".

Will.i.am:

I'll be everywhere, everybody know me

Super, super fresh, what a dope styling

Hunny on my wrist, couple karats on my neck

Givenchy, keep the chickens in check

All these car keys, drive them chickens to my crib

Jewel heel, got somebody slipping in my bed

She give me IQ, that mean she get a head

I just give the beats, so don't give a bread

'Cause we be in the club

Bottles on deck

And god dammit, god dammit

I'm feeling myself

'Cause I'mma get it all

And I'mma throw it up

Like god dammit, god dammit

I'm feeling myself

Look up in the mirror

And the mirror look at me

The mirror be like baby you the sh*t

God dammit you the sh*t

You the sh*t, you the sh*t

God dammit you the sh*t

God dammit you the sh*t

You the sh*t, you the sh*t

French Montana:

I be everywhere, everybody know me

Catch me in the club hundred bottles on me

I get busy like a one line

In the drop getting head baby never mind

We getting' money why you playing with it

Pool in the crib you could land a water plane in it

Slick Rick looking at the mirror

Big Daddy Kane like Shakira

1.5 custom made car

Me and will table looking like the bar

I love bad bitches that's my fuckin' problem

And I don't give a fuck that's my fuckin' problem

Will.i.am:

And I don't give a fuck that's my whole mo

I rock the whole globe with no problemo

Been rocking coats since my first demo

And now I'm banging hoes in the continental

And I done seen me slidin' out my dope ride

I open up the doors, suicide

I came from the bottom, the sewer side

I made it to the top cus I do it fly

Feelin' fuckin' lucky like the fuckin' Irish

I see the whole game from my third Iris

I tour the whole word like a dirty pirate

To give the whole world some Miley Cyrus

Miley Cyrus:

Now everybody trippin' like they poppin' molly

Up in the club, is where you can find me

I do it real big never do it tiny

If you about that bullshit please don't remind me

I step in this motherfucker just to make it work

I get on the floor just to make that booty twerk

Shake, shake that ass like a, like an expert

Shake, shake that ass like a, like an expert

I'll be everywhere, everybody know me

Super, super fresh, what a dope styling

Hunny on my wrist, couple karats on my neck

Givenchy, keep the chickens in check

All these car keys, drive them chickens to my crib

Jewel heel, got somebody slipping in my bed

She give me IQ, that mean she get a head

I just give the beats, so don't give a bread

'Cause we be in the club

Bottles on deck

And god dammit, god dammit

I'm feeling myself

'Cause I'mma get it all

And I'mma throw it up

Like god dammit, god dammit

I'm feeling myself

Wiz Khalifa:

Doobie in my hand, Rollie on my wrist

Got a bottle of that thousand dollar champagne in my fist

Women of in your dreams sleep in my bed

So I don't need your brains I need my ass kissed

But all my homies like give me some head

Smoke joints till our eyes turn Indian red

Takes shots till our chests burn

We got papers, bottles, mollies, all this let's get it started

The bigger the bill, the bigger you ball

The bigger the watch, the bigger the car, the bigger the star

The bigger the chain, the farther you go, you already know

The bigger the bank that's more hoes, nigga

And I done spent a quarter milli on clothes

Coppin' them oldschools and puttin' foriegns on the road

Real talk and if my fuel get low

I roll up another joint take a shot and reload, pow

Will.i.am:

I'll be everywhere, everybody know me

Super, super fresh, what a dope styling

Hunny on my wrist, couple karats on my neck

Givenchy, keep the chickens in check

All these car keys, drive them chickens to my crib

Jewel heel, got somebody slipping in my bed

She give me IQ, that mean she get a head

I just give the beats, so don't give a bread

'Cause we be in the club

Bottles on deck

And god dammit, god dammit

I'm feeling myself

'Cause I'mma get it all

And I'mma throw it up

Like god dammit, god dammit

I'm feeling myself