Maduk – Go Off (feat. JVZEL) Letra MrSuicideSheep Maduk – Go Off (feat. JVZEL)
On the reach of paradise
I’ve been holding on for life
Came up so far from the other side
To let go, to let go, oh
I don’t ever wait for time
Verse 1
It’s me against this mountain
Just meet me at the top
No, I don’t care how hard it gets
‘Cause I will never stop
Like roots under the ground
Ain’t got here to stay
Ain’t ever coming down
Not even half-way
Verse 2
Head up in the clouds
I can’t see what’s below
All the good that’s coming
Watch it overflow
Pre-Drop 1
Only feels right
When I’m close to the edge
Never look back always one step ahead
Everybody knows, everybody knows
I’m going off, I’m going off
Drop
Pre-Drop 2
I feel it in the air
I feel it everywhere
So everybody knows, everybody knows
(Everybody, everybody knows)
I feel it in the air
I feel it everywhere
So everybody knows, everybody knows
I’m going off, I’m going off
Drop
Bridge
Gas on the green light
Fire in my eyes
Ain’t no stallin’
A thousand butterflies
So hard to stand still
I just want my shine
Finally my time
Verse 1
It’s me against this mountain
Just meet me at the top
No, I don’t care how hard it gets
‘Cause I will never stop
Like roots under the ground
Ain’t got here to stay
Ain’t ever coming down
Not even half-way
Verse 2
Head up in the clouds
I can’t see what’s below
All the good that’s coming
Watch it overflow
Pre-Drop 1
Only feels right
When I’m close to the edge
Never look back always one step ahead
So everybody knows, everybody knows
I’m going off, I’m going off
Drop
Post-Drop
Watch me go off (Going off, going off, yeah)
I’m going off (I’m going off, yeah)
Outro
I feel it in the air (In the air)
I feel it everywhere (Oh)
Hold nothing, hold nothing
Hold nothing back and go off
M Row – Wild Story ( Lyrics ) Letra M Row M Row – Wild Story ( Lyrics )
intro
That’s what i’m talking about
That’s why he’s the goat
The goat
Verse
Came to the crib right after that drill
Out of breathe, I was sweatin
Baby what’s wrong?
Like how do you feel?
I just been upset but they got the message
Ask lil shh how did that shit feel
Victims, spliffed them yall be forgetting
Just tune in shit boutta get real
Ima tell yall a story, ima change up the setting
Bleaching my clothes when I got in the shower
I was just up in my thought
Walled up and rotting on me for an hour
Just thinking about times if I really got caught
This ain’t no movie, bmf power
Real pain from this shit, that’s what I was taught
Had no more cases I been in that field
I just stay strapped never talked just fought
She came to the door she like bae is you good?
I had a voice in my head
Your friend just text don’t go to the hood
That ngga hot, I left him on read
She said hurry up wash up, bae you good
I’m getting tired come lay in my bed
She know I’m a person that’s misunderstood
Let me play with that pussy while you give me some head
Next day I woke up I was feelin the same
I went to turn on the news
Watching my seat walked up and just flame
They tryna search for the clues
I wasn’t playin this shit not a game
Sent mad shots and they ran out they shoes
Free all my guys this shit ain’t the same
Got one new friend stay away I refuse
Later that day I went back to that block
Ski with the shades you know I maneuver
It was getting to late like 10 o clock
It was me, t wood, DJ and lil Buda
They came 2 deep boutta box tryna flock
We clicked right back got low on the scooter
Figure fucking Iluka bro had the Glock
Always have faith in my ooter
Opps went live right after they bent
Oh they right there in that park
Got in the V 4 deep and we went
I brought the beam, get tagged in the dark
I’m not tryna speak, don’t wanna vent
We got out the whip, put it in park
They deep outside they had an event
And we lit up the block all you saw was the spark
Get on my phone check citizens app
I think somebody got hit
Head, Neck, Chest tap
Boy got drenched we be making it lit
They bro did bad quick fell from the strap
Got left on the scene, had to go so we split
Went to the crib just to take me a nap
Told all the guys ill be back in a bit
2 hours later woke up to a call
Unknown number don’t know who
They told me come back outside and play ball
I already threw yall took off and flew
Heard bitches yellin’ saw nggas fall
Adrenaline rushin they know what to do
Let me know when yall hit, yall know who to call
Ima tell yall the rest when I drop part 2…
MOOD – Portret ( Lyrics ) MOOD MOOD – Portret ( Lyrics )
Versuri M O O D- Portret:
Strofa 1.
Am sa pictez un tablou mare,
Unde va fi al meu portret
Si vei alege din culoare.
Ce-ai meritat-o pe nedrept.
In pieptul meu ceva e zgaraiat,
Si mai mereu devin necontrolat
Cand din privirea ta o sa-mi iau zborul.
Sa stii ca ti-am ascuns interiorul.
Ref:
Striga-ma, striga-ma cit poti de tare.
Cauta, cauta din nord pina la sud.
Sa pasim ambii pe nisipul moale
Si prin baruri , sa dansam, ca la inceput.
Strofa 2.
Spune-mi, daca te-as prinde-ntr-o zi
Mi-e teama sa nu strici sarutul
Sa nu intrebi de maine daca plec
In orice clipa -asa mi-e moodul.
Dorinte ascunse in noroi
Desi sunt tare – am bratele moi
As vrea sa ma transform intr-un un gand
Si de departe sa iti cant.
Refren
Striga-ma, striga-ma cit poti de tare.
Cauta, cauta din nord pina la sud.
Sa pasim amandoi pe nisipul moale
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Mister You – El Tiburon ( Lyrics) Letra Mister You Lyrics Mister You – El Tiburon ( Lyrics)
Paroles
Intro
Stef Becker beatmaker
Be-Be-Be-Be-Be-Be-Be-Belleville
Yougataga
Mister You ma gueule
Couplet 1
C’est pour les frères des Mureaux et pour les frérots des Bosquets
Nous on préfère vendre d’l’héro’ qu’voler des choses à la mosquée
J’veux un château pour ma mère, s7ab Marcel Pagnol
Quand y a pas d’shit, on cogite, on prend pas d’Valium
Ça ramène des fois le biff qui mérite même pas un grec
Ouais, ouais, c’est le Y : producteur, auteur, interprète
J’suis tombé et retombé, bats les couilles des retombées
Ouais, ouais, ouais, j’me la raconte comme Cédric Doumbé
Fini les flagrants délits, hamdoullah on est bénis
J’regarde chaque match commenté par Mohamed Henni
Dégaine d’Al Pacino, veste Valentino
On a grandi vite, un peu comme le p’tit Dadinho
On doit cantiner pour la semaine d’après
Et poser le bon en fin de matinée
Ils veulent nous tartiner mais ils nous appellent “Les beurres”
Would el hram ces shmettas, j’sais bien qu’on leur fait peur
Refrain
J’suis un requin, vrai marocain, fuck le dauphin Flipper
Ils veulent nous foutre au trou comme la boule d’un flipper
C’est l’État qui vend des mouchoirs mais c’est nos mères qui pleurent
Bientôt y aura des potes-ca dans les surprises Kinder
Couplet 2
Le Seigneur créa la plume donc l’avenir est pré-défini
J’quitterai jamais l’navire comme Salim ou Maddy Phili
Cinq ans pour une barrette, quatre mois pour pédophilie
Quelle justice de merde, j’sais bien que c’n’est pas fini
Bientôt la Légion d’honneur pour les violeurs de gosses
J’vois bien qu’on s’approche de l’heure, ils r’cherchent des femmes précoces
Le sheitan fait bien son travail, on r’trouve des bébés dans des frigos
L’prix d’un rat c’est 200k, du caviar et d’la Veuve Clicquot
Y a des mecs qui ont l’milliard et qui vivent dans la tourmente
Y a des orphelinats qui servent de plaque tournante
Ils nous cachent des histoires de ouf, demande à Karl Zéro
Des orgies d’malade, ils sont remplis d’chnouff et d’héro’
Les fédéraux sont au courant, ça s’passe pas qu’en Occident
S’tu l’ouvres, ils t’cribleront d’douilles et f’ront passer ça en accident
Ferme ta gueule et tes yeux si tu veux qu’tout s’passe bien
Aboubakar et Rachid prennent plus que Sébastien
Jean-Marc a pris du sursis pour attouchement sur mineur
Moi, j’ai pris vingt-quatre mois ferme pour un p’tit délit mineur
Ils m’ont embarqué avec mon fils âgé d’à peine six ans
Donc à mes yeux, leur justice mérite des coups d’ciseaux
Refrain
J’suis un requin, vrai marocain, fuck le dauphin Flipper
Ils veulent nous foutre au trou comme la boule d’un flipper
C’est l’État qui vend des mouchoirs mais c’est nos mères qui pleurent
Bientôt y aura des potes-ca dans les surprises Kinder
J’suis un requin, vrai marocain, fuck le dauphin Flipper
Ils veulent nous foutre au trou comme la boule d’un flipper
C’est l’État qui vend des mouchoirs mais c’est nos mères qui pleurent
Bientôt y aura des potes-ca dans les surprises Kinder
Already Over (Fort Minor Mix) [feat. Dom McLennon] – Mike Shinoda Letra Mike Shinoda Already Over (Fort Minor Mix) [feat. Dom McLennon] – Mike Shinoda
Losing sight of what’s decent
And too righteous to know what you did
Losing sight of what’s decent
And too righteous to know what you did
Losing sight of what’s decent
And too righteous to know what you did
Losing sight of what’s decent
And too righteous to know what you did
Maybe it’s just denial
Out of sight, out of mind
But it’s already over
It’s already over, you didn’t even know
Halfway through the game but they like “Jesus, we should go”
Hall of famer hitting like my name is Ichiro
And this is only exhibition, listen, you should see the show
I’m sending people home before they even started
They’re sending in regrets that we ain’t ever corresponded
Praying for compassion, like the Rapture is upon us
If you don’t believe in me, then, you should reassess your conscience
Ask yourself
Maybe it’s just denial (Ha)
Out of sight, out of mind
It’s already over, better disregard it
Mike gave me the signal to assassinate the target
At the farthest from my heartest, still go David on Goliath
If you didn’t see it coming, need to broaden your horizons, still divided
Looking farther down the line, you’ll find I’m already there
And we don’t gotta start a riot ‘cause they already scared
And any style formed against us should already to pit
‘Cause we are ready for a battle, they be ready to spit
Let’s make it clear
Melendi, La Cebolla – El Informe del Forense (Lyric ) Letra MelendiOficialVEVO Melendi, La Cebolla – El Informe del Forense Letra
ELLA LUCHÓ CON TODAS SU FUERZAS
PERO MÁS LUCHO AQUEL CAFRE PA’ ABRIRLE LAS PIERNAS
ELLA CREYÓ
QUE NADA ERA CIERTO
QUE TODO ERA UN ENGAÑO
QUE AQUELLO ERA UN INFIERNO
Y AQUEL HOMBRE EL DIABLO VESTI’O DE SUFRIMIENTO
AY, EMPAPA’O EN DESCARO, CÓMPLICE DEL SILENCIO
LA ENTERRARON EN VIDA EN AQUEL PUTO ANTRO
Y LAVÓ SUS HERIDAS EN SU PROPIO LLANTO
Y EL INFORME DEL FORENSE DICE QUE NO HAY VIOLACIÓN
QUE NO HAY PRUEBA DE QUE AQUEL HOMBRE LE BAJARA EL PANTALÓN
Y EL SECRETO DE SUMARIO YA CERRÓ LA INVESTIGACIÓN
PORQUE ENCONTRARON PINCHAZOS EN EL BRAZO
Y EL CABALLO LA MATÓ
ÉL CONFESÓ QUE LO HABÍA HECHO
Y BASABA SU TRISTE DEFENSA EN QUE ESTABA MUY PUESTO
VERÁ SEÑOR JUEZ
SI NO HUBO ENSAÑAMIENTO
LA MATÉ EN EL MOMENTO
EN QUE DESGARRABA
SU PIEL CON MIS DEDOS, SU ALMA CON MI MIEDO
SI EN LA MISMA LUNA SE OÍAN SUS LAMENTOS
YO NO PODÍA HACER NADA, SI ELLA LO IBA PIDIENDO
Y SI EN ALGO ME AYUDA, DIRÉ QUE LO SIENTO
Y EL INFORME DEL FORENSE DICE QUE NO HAY VIOLACIÓN
QUE NO HAY PRUEBA DE QUE AQUEL HOMBRE LE BAJARA EL PANTALÓN
Y EL SECRETO DE SUMARIO YA CERRÓ LA INVESTIGACIÓN
PORQUE ENCONTRARON PINCHAZOS EN EL BRAZO
Y EL CABALLO LA MATÓ
Y EL CABALLO LA MATÓ
EL CABALLO LA MATÓ
EL CABALLO LA MATÓ
Y EL CABALLO LA MATÓ
EL CABALLO LA MATÓ
Y EL CABALLO LA MATÓ
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Rick Ross, Meek Mill, French Montana – Millionaire Row ( Lyrics) Letra RickRossVEVO Rick Ross, Meek Mill, French Montana – Millionaire Row ( Lyrics)
Got to have money, money (M-M-M—)
And more motherfuckin’ money
More motherfuckin’ money
More motherfuckin’ money
More motherfuckin’ money (M-M-M—)
It’s all about the money right now
If you’re broke, get the fuck out
Huh, swipe, get that credit card
You need some bottles? Get that—
Chorus: French Montana & Rick Ross
More motherfuckin’ money (Swipe, haan, motherfucker)
Let me see you swipe (Luc Belaire)
Let me see it, swipe (Haan)
Let me see it, swipe (Haan, swipe, swipe, swipe)
More motherfuckin’ money (Get fuckin’ money, swipe)
Interlude: Rick Ross
Yeah, nigga, don’t quiet now (Credit card swipe)
It’s time to spend some money, nigga (Swipe, hey, hey)
Verse 1: French Montana
Count it ‘til my finger numb, fuck a money counter (Shawty, count it, ayy, what’s ya—)
I been poppin’ them Teslas ‘fore I knew Elon Musk
Pussy wet, I might slip, niggas funny like Tip (Haan)
I get that pussy for free, but my homeboys, they pay
Then act like they in love ‘cause they need somewhere to stay (Ah)
I might pop me a shroom, pulled her head out on Zoom
And if I nut on your stomach, that’s five mill’ in your womb (Baow-baow-baow)
Brown bag, fifties, hundreds
Fuck a tab, we don’t chop it, cop the slab
Don’t leave a comment, drop a bag (Don’t leave a comment, drop a bag)
Shawty ass from DR, but her wax is Brazilian
Shawty one in a million, not one of a million
Haan (Bounce, bounce)
Little mama’s a beast
I took E off emotions, I been hot ever since (Montana, sheesh)
Chorus: French Montana
More motherfuckin’ money (Swipe, haan)
Let me see it
Let me see it, swipe (Haan)
Let me see it, swipe (Haan)
More motherfuckin’ money
Verse 2: Rick Ross
I fucked a bitch, then she pissed, rapper niggas gon’ diss
Pay the homies to kill you, I call it minimum risk
I got personal credit, get you murdered for debit
Yes, net worth’ll triple, nigga, but that’s if you let it
Take the yacht out to France, .40 Glock in my pants
Sixty million a tour (Ha) without an advance
I’m Barrett-Jackson the cars, all you bastards at odds
Star Island for life, that’s if you’ve mastered the art
It’s time to fuck a few bitches
Fuck ‘em malicious
She love to get nasty, it’s like a fuckin’ Olympics
Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball
Close to a billion, niggas movin’ chameleon
Conversation the money, the only thing that’s appealin’
Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball
Chorus: French Montana
More motherfuckin’ money (Swipe, haan)
Let me see it
Let me see it, swipe (Haan)
Let me see it, swipe (Haan)
More motherfuckin’ money
Outro
More motherfuckin’ money
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Moha The B ft Skinny Flex – CHEROKEE Lyrics Letra Moha The B Moha The B ft Skinny Flex – CHEROKEE Lyrics
Aha
You hear me
Ando con la 44
Te quitamos a tu shorty
She be telling me: “oh baby when you coming home”
I’ve been in the streets try to get on my own
Baby I’m a G, wallahi, I ain’t trynna do you wrong
But I’m married to the money
Junkies singing on my phone (yeah)
Perdí la razón, bae
Solo quiero el sobre
Invierto, saco el doble
Me quite de pobre
Me falló mi pana
Otro salió rana
Sigo buscándome hasta las 6 de la mañana
En la calle era grueso (skirt, skirt, skirt)
Por eso yo acabe de preso
To’ mis negros cometiendo los suceso’
A Papa Dios le rezo
Si me meto en la vuelta
Yo pueda salir ileso
Enrolando en una Cherokee
Mi weed noquea como Rocky
Con mi negro Skinny siempre lowkey
Atractivo con la forty
Te quitamos a tu shorty
Enrolando en una Cherokee
Mi weed noquea como Rocky
Con mi negro Skinny andamos lowkey
Atractivo con la forty
Te quitamos a tu shorty
Aunque tú me odies tu novia es mi fan
Me acuerdo en el recreo no había ni pal pan
Camino solo, yo no necesito ningún clan
Te arrasan par de locos como si es un huracán
Di que tú eres criminal (gr, grah)
Pero pa’ decir eso hay que demostrar
Y tú no puedes hacerlo
Aunque venga un mili no me vendo
El dinero suma parece que nunca resto
Estoy acostumbrao a meter en marrón
Tu flow lo noto viejo se te ve el cartón
Como Ramos en el cole me echaron por faltón
Los Rebeldes y 44 no somos del montón
Salt City don’t play nigga esto es el calentón
No hace falta hablar solo tira la ubicación
Díselo negrata, aquí no tenemos presión
Free pa’ mis hermano que están guardaos en la prisión
Enrolando en una Cherokee
Mi weed noquea como Rocky
Con mi negro Moha andamos lowkey
Atractivo con la forty
Te quitamos a tu shorty
Ya lo prendimos en la Cherokee
Mi weed noquea como Rocky
Con mi negro Skinny andamos lowkey
Atractivo con la forty
Te robamos a tu shorty
She be telling me: “oh baby when you coming home”
I’ve been in the streets, try to get on my own
Baby I’m a G, wallahi, I ain’t try do you wrong
But I’m married to the money
Junkies singing on my phone (yeah)
Aha
Ando con la 44
Te quitamos a tu shorty
Sho sho
You hear me
MYA, Ulises Bueno – MYA LIVE P4: Prisionero Letra MyAmusicaVEVO MYA, Ulises Bueno – MYA LIVE P4: Prisionero ( Lyrics )
Quisiera que seamos solo dos extraños
Viene dando vueltas hace más un año
Todo lo que dice me está haciendo daño
Juraste regalarme todas las estrellas
Me dejaste solo con una botella
Poe eso mientras bebo te estoy recordando
Sera que tal vez
Tu amor ws como una carcel
Para este prisionero
Soñando con ser el último
Pero fui el primero
Y sé que no volverás
Pero igualmente te espero
Y ahora estoy como cu nochero
Entere la tierra y el cielo
Me perdí tachando los días pa verte
Esperando que sea mí día de suerte
Entiendo que estamos en sintonía diferente
Y que para vos el amor no sea permanente
Y se acabó como el fuego que se apagó
Como un río que se secó
Como el hilo que se cortó entre tu y yo
Esto está loco
Y para que esperarte toda la vida si no te nace
No sirve que te lo pidan
Y se que podría escaparme pero
Tu amor es una cárcel
Para este prisionero
Soñando con ser el último
Pero fui el primero
Yo sé que no volverás
Pero igualmente te espero
Y ahora estoy como un nochero
Entrela tierra y el cielo
Y se acabó como el fuego que se apagó
Como un río que se secó
Como el hilo que se cortó
Entre tu y yo esto caducó
Tu amor es como una cárcel
Para este prisionero
Soñando con ser el último
Pero fui el primero
Yo sé que no volverás
Pero igualmente te espero
(Por el momento yo te pierdo)
Y ahora ando como un nochero
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