Tussin – Gang

Tussin – Gang Lyrics, Letra:
Gang Lyrics

Intro: Tussin
Ayy, yo Robi, charge ‘em up
Gang, gang, gang

Refren: Tussin
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Young G
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Young G
Gang, gang, gang, gang

Gang, gang, gang, gang
Young G
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang

Gang, gang, gang, gang
Young G
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Young G
Gang, gang, gang, gang

Gang, gang, gang, gang
Young G
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Strofa 1: Tre
Sunt ce sunt, nu ne judeca că trăim așa
Prea haladită și ea, parcă și ea o vrea
Scrie-mi câte vrei, zeci sau numere
Șto-uri marfă bre, n-ai gustat așa ceva frate ia un g pe moca
Altă dată banii, party după party
Nu lipsește gangu, știi că noi dăm slangu
Young G Gang
Până ajung în cer
Dar știu că Domnu’ nu mă ia cu el
Am stat în stradă cu niște lei
Ce atacau pentru 5000 de lei
Treaba merge am dat de ei
N-o să-i bag într-un chain
Trap pe trap în trap
Zannie și iar scap
Md într-un lean și fumez un blunt
Young G Gang și am ales
Să reprezint nu ești ca еl
Nu vei fi ca el
Nu o faci ca el
N-o dai ca еl
N-ai gang ca el
Stau cu Robi fratele meu
Stau cu Xeno ridicăm un semn
Young G gang, Young G gang
Până ajung în cer
Până ajung în cer
Refren: Tussin
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Young G
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Young G
Gang, gang, gang, gang

Gang, gang, gang, gang
Young G
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang

Gang, gang, gang, gang
Young G
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Young G
Gang, gang, gang, gang

Gang, gang, gang, gang
Young G
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Strofa 2: Xeno
Legați de destin
Sânge curat de Young G
Acum știm toți ce va fi
Nimeni nu poate opri
Ce am visat zi de zi
Ce am riscat tu nu știi
Am iar voci în cap e târziu
PTSD beau un lean
Nu-s mulțumit cu puțin
Sufletul gol nasul plin
Am știut cum să ne ferim
Am știut ce să urmărim
Am știut mereu ce vorbim
O scuză nu ajută când e prea târziu
Vă prindem în trafic noaptea târziu
Și nu o să scape dacă e urmărit

Refren: Tussin
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Young G
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Young G
Gang, gang, gang, gang

Gang, gang, gang, gang
Young G
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang

Gang, gang, gang, gang
Young G
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Young G
Gang, gang, gang, gang

Gang, gang, gang, gang
Young G
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang

Tussin – Gang Letra
Gang Letra

Escomar – TIKI TAKA

Escomar – TIKI TAKA Lyrics, Letra:
TIKI TAKA Lyrics

Testo di “TIKI TAKA”

Ritornello
Eh-oh-lyrics-letras
Sto con i miei
Gucci
?, bandolero
Tu dove sei?
Waka Flaka col mio frero
Parlo dei miei
Tiki Taka soldi in nero
È tutto vero, eh
Eh-oh
Sto con i miei
Gucci
?, bandolero
Tu dove sei?
Waka Flaka col mio frero
Parlo dei miei
Tiki Taka soldi in nero
È tutto vero, eh

Strofa
Tiki Taka, Taki Taki
Alza i tacchi tacchi
Porta i pacchi pacchi, con me
Ora infatti infatti
Tutti quelli quanti, entrano al party con me
Tutti fatti fatti
Quando paghi paghi, non hai più i debiti con me
Siamo tutti quanti senza madre e padre
Cresciuti nei parchi perché
Ero solo un bambino
Quando quella mañana
Ero solo in giro
Mamma la sera chiama
Per riempire il frigo
Chico tengo una lama
Chico tengo una lama strana
Questa vita è puttana
E già da un po’
Mi sento pеrso, ma il motivo non lo so
Wallah non smetto, ma se smetto arrivo (Arrivo)
Ancora ora in zona rеgna il panico (Panico)
Lo muove su di me, ma non dimentico
Ritornello
Eh-oh
Sto con i miei
Gucci
?, bandolero
Tu dove sei?
Waka Flaka col mio frero
Parlo dei miei
Tiki Taka soldi in nero
È tutto vero, eh
Eh-oh
Sto con i miei
Gucci
?, bandolero
Tu dove sei?
Waka Flaka col mio frero
Parlo dei miei
Tiki Taka soldi in nero
È tutto vero, eh

Escomar – TIKI TAKA Letra
TIKI TAKA Letra

Neo Pistea, Franux BB & Pekeño 77 – O.V.N.I.

Neo Pistea, Franux BB & Pekeño 77 – O.V.N.I. Lyrics, Letra:
O.V.N.I. Lyrics

Letra de “O.V.N.I.”

Intro: Neo Pistea-lyrics-letras
Breeze
Hih-hih
Fosse en el track, ¡wuh!
¡Ey!

Refrán: Neo Pistea
Me siento Ken con mi Barbie latina
Un culo fuerte como Cardi B (Pew, pew)
Fumando helado en un monopatín
Cadena de oro, olor a París
No tienen la calle, no tienen el ring
No comparen madera con el aserrín
Fumando helado en un monopatín
Afuera odiaron, quedaron ahí
Quedaron ahí, quedaron ahí
Quedaron ahí-hí-hí
Mírame a mí, no paro ‘e subir
O-V-N-I
No tienen la calle, no tienen el ring
No comparen madеra con el aserrín
Fumando helado еn un monopatín
Afuera odiaron, quedaron ahí
Quedaron ahí, quedaron ahí
Quedaron ahí-hí-hí
Mírame a mí, no paro ‘e subir
O-V-N-I
No tienen la calle, no tienen el ring
No comparen madera con el aserrín (¡Oh, oh, oh!)
Fumando helado en un monopatín (¡Ey, oh, yeah, yeah!), ey, -tín
Estribillo: Franux BB & Neo Pistea
Ello’ no salen aquí (Aquí)
Llegaron los que van a partir el beat (El beat)
Me hablan de trap, pero nunca los vi
Con dos que son bi, fumando con Cri’
Un piquete bravo, la baby e’ actri’
Me hace un strip, ella es de los trick’ y yo de la street
Dándole casti, lo hago de grati’ (Wuh-wuh)
En el centro de la pista mucho alcohol, mucho humo (¡Oh!)

Verso 1: Pekeño 77 & Neo Pistea
Ellos se quedaron por ahí (Buah)
Les pasé por al lado, disculpá si no los vi
‘Toy más enfocado, esto lo hago por mí
En el party explotando botella’ de Hennessy (Oh)
Ahora solo es para arriba
En la discoteca matando la liga (Pew, pew)
No me digan nada si son mentira’
Vos hacé la tuya y yo hago la mía, que Dios te bendiga
No me importa ni la hora ni el día
El rencor es para la policía
No cambio de bando ni cambio de vía (Ey, ey, ey, ey)
Me voy por la noche, regreso de día, así es esta vida
Sumando papele’, quemo porquería
Viviendo despacio, contando la real
Para que lo sepan como Ave María
Me paso volando, me pierdo en los día’
Pero estoy sumando, atraso’ no haría
No quiero pensarme contando los día’ (No, no, no)
La tranca está lejo’, yo voy para arriba, brr (Arriba)
Interludio: Pekeño 77 & Franux BB
Voy para arriba, voy para arriba
Voy para arriba, voy para arriba
Voy para arriba, voy para arriba
Voy para arriba, voy para arriba
Voy para arriba (Uh), voy para arriba
Voy para arriba, voy para arriba (Uh)
Voy para arriba (Franux, bae), voy para arriba (Franux, bebecita, mami)
Voy para arriba, voy para arriba (D-D-D—)

Verso 2: Franux BB & Neo Pistea, Ambos
Dímelo, mami, mira mi cara (Wuh)
‘Toy cotizando la mierda más cara (Wuh)
A mí no me hable’ si usa’ máscara
Mi boca les vale más que un Impala (Uh, uh)
No se remonte, le corto las ala’ (Pew)
Hay que salir a la calle y buscarla
Barra tras barra, rompiendo sala’
Sonríe, que ya no estamo’ en las mala’ (Prr, prr; no-no; bitch)
Tengo tanto sueño que no puedo dormir
Para la mamá lo que quiera pedir
Subí la cuota, ‘tá caro mi pencil
No podría cantarlo si no lo sentí (No)
Y ello’ no podrían hacerlo así (Jamás; yeah)
Contamo’ la real, nos sale fácil
Con Neo y el Peke en la VIP (Jaja)
En el centro de la pista mucho alcohol, mucho humo (Prra)
Verso 3: Neo Pistea
Seis de Gelato mezclado con polen
Ahora en el baile somo’ los patrone’
En mi bolsillo hay un par de pacone’
Y ahora tu loba mueve los pezone’
Quedaron afuera, ¿me guardan rencore’?
Yo con la Ziploc guardá’ en los calzone’
Mamá, quiero comprar par de mansione’
¿Y cómo? Con cancione’
Me dicen de arriba que tengo los done’
Paseo en el barrio mientra’ llueven flore’
La esquina adentro, pero en el abdomen
Las barras que tengo, ya las vendo al doble
Fumando con Franux
Ese gil me mira de temprano, huh
Fuma, fumalo
En el centro de la pista mucho alcohol, mucho—
En el centro de la pista mucho alcohol, mucho humo

Estribillo: Franux BB & Neo Pistea
Ello’ no salen aquí (Aquí)
Llegaron los que van a partir el beat (El beat)
Me hablan de trap, pero nunca los vi
Con dos que son bi, fumando con Cri’
Un piquete bravo, la baby e’ actri’
Me hace un strip, ella es de los trick’ y yo de la street
Dándole casti, lo hago de grati’ (DJ Pobvio)
En el centro de la pista mucho alcohol, mucho humo

Outro: Neo Pistea, Pekeño 77 & Franux BB
7-7, ma’ (Fumalo con Franux), brr
Oh (Yeah), fumalo (Fumalo, Pobvio)
Oh, con el Peke, con el Franux, fumalo
Dímelo, Pobvio; dímelo, Fosse
Oh, con el Tony, con el Peke, fumalo (Tony)
Fosse

Neo Pistea, Franux BB & Pekeño 77 – O.V.N.I. Letra
O.V.N.I. Letra

SpotEmGottem – Reminder

SpotEmGottem – Reminder Lyrics, Letra:
Reminder Lyrics

Intro
Flip the bowl until my wrist lock
I can’t leave without my G-lock
(JBFlyBoi, OhhhBabyeee)

Chorus
Scrape the bowl until my wrist lock
I can’t leave without my G-lock
Park the whip so I can speed out
Pour up fours inside my knee-highs
Dead opps they got deep fried
He ain’t thugin he lyin’
They like he lucky he survived
Demons all in my eyes
I see they mimic me now
Four nigga got cut throat gunplay
I earn my stripes now
Don’t even get put to sleep now
Her pussy soft just like a peach
I fuck I just got deep now
Nickname banana peach now
I fuck her good, I sneak out

Verse
I put a button on my G-lock just to let it speak now
Less than five seconds did it right herе let the 30 squeeze out
Ain’t on thеm monkeys no more so I let the Perky tweak out
How you just up and leave now, how you just up and leave now?
The way this hoe be sucking dick like she don’t use no teeth now
A bot bitch but she’s a neat freak, clean up and clean out
Like it’s the 4th of July my switchy is gon’ ring out
She say that she love me now I told her how can you lie
I put her on a leash now still don’t think we will be fine
All the memories got me missed and screwed, I wish that we can rewind
I’m perfectly fine, left you in the blind
It’s like I’m meeting you now, like I’m meeting you now
Chorus
Scrape the bowl until my wrist lock
I can’t leave without my G-lock
Park the whip so I can speed out
Pour up fours inside my knee-highs
Dead opps they got deep fried
He ain’t thugin he lyin’
They like he lucky he survived
Demons all in my eyes
I see they mimic me now
Four nigga got cut throat gunplay
I earn my stripes now
Don’t even get put to sleep now
Her pussy soft just like a peach
I fuck I just got deep now
Nickname banana peach now
I fuck her good, I sneak out

SpotEmGottem – Reminder Letra
Reminder Letra

NLE Choppa – Trap Phone

NLE Choppa – Trap Phone Lyrics, Letra:
Trap Phone Lyrics

Chorus
Ayy
Ayy, check my pockets, what I made today (What I made today)
Used to be schemin’ on a lick just to cop the brand new J’s (Cop brand new J’s)
Yeah, and I can’t lie, you know I paved the way (Paved the way)
Left plenty niggas up in the door, that was ridin’ my wave (They was ridin’ my wave)
Yeah, ayy, trap phone ringin’ (Ringin’)
Choker chain blingin’ (Blingin’)
Two hoes double teamin’ (Teamin’)
Yeah, I got ‘em fightin’ over semen (Semen)
Tellin’ me they love me, but I don’t know the meanin’ (Meanin’)

Verse 1
Ayy, I break that shit out when it’s time to play (Time to play)
Got SK’s and dirty K’s
I catch fades, the barber way (Barber way)
My last kill, I played the role over snake, how I snaked the snake (Brrt)
Last drill tried to put a ape on a shirt like it’s Bathing Ape (Brrt, brrt)
Ayy, you on some tough shit (Tough Shit)
I’m on some shit that get you bust quick
Watch yo’ mouth ‘cause I bet this Glock 27 hush it
Why he run, boy you know that backshot ugly
Green tip, blue tip, slime got a cousin
Can’t believe that I’m really rich, but never sent a hit (Never sent a hit)
Billion streams up, I did a drill with my nigga bitch (On God)
Head coach of the game and I’m still in the field with it (On God)
Buss a nigga brain, and told his brother come and deal with me (On God)
Chorus
Ayy, check my pockets, what I made today (What I made today)
Used to be schemin’ on a lick just to cop the brand new J’s (Cop the brand new J’s)
Yeah, and I can’t lie, you know I paved the way (You know I paved the way)
Left plenty niggas up in the door, that was ridin’ my wave (They was ridin’ my wave)
Yeah, ayy, trap phone ringin’ (Ringin’)
Choker chain blingin’ (Blingin’)
Two hoes double teamin’ (Double teamin’, dawg)
Yeah, I got ‘em fightin’ over semen (Over semen)
Tellin’ me they love me, but I don’t know the meaning (Don’t know the meaning, dawg)

Verse 2
Two Glocks get shot, give a nigga a Glock shell (Brrr)
Yo’ top get cropped, then I’m goin’ to make bail (Brrr)
Y’all niggas act good, all my opps be Denzel (Brrr)
Saw him, he ran, bitch, you know how to tuck a tail (Brrrr)
Ayy, and I ain’t never told shit (Never told shit)
Since a youngin’ I’ve been Loc’ing, I move in slow motion (Crip, crip, crip)
He was scared to come out, I kick the door in (Door in)
Put the pole in his brother mouth, say some, unload it (Say sum nigga)
I’m in this bitch with a whole lot of shottas
Whole lot of straps, so Hakuna Matata (Matata)
Better tell ‘em chill ‘fore it be a problem (Problem)
Fifty shots in the Glock, no doctor (No doctor)
Nigga think it’s sweet, so I shot him (I shot him)
God got a meet and greet for a robber (For a robber)
Choppa make him do the NLE Choppa (The NLE Choppa)
Leave him in the streets when I caught him (I caught him)
Chorus
Ayy, check my pockets, what I made today (Ayy what I made today)
Used to be schemin’ on a lick just to cop the brand new J’s (Cop the brand new J’s)
Yeah, and I can’t lie, you know I paved the way (You know I paved the way)
Left plenty niggas up in the door, that was ridin’ my wave (They was ridin’ my wave)
Yeah, ayy, trap phone ringin’ (Ringin’)
Choker chain blingin’ (Blingin’)
Two hoes double teamin’ (Double teamin’ dawg)
Yeah, I got ‘em fightin’ over semen (Over semen)
Tellin’ me they love me, but I don’t know the meaning (Don’t know the meaning, dawg)

Outro
NLE, Top Shotta
Got the bomb like Al-Qaeda
Get the doctor, main shotta, main slaughter
Na-ah-oh-oh-oh-oh

NLE Choppa – Trap Phone Letra
Trap Phone Letra

Brodha V – All Divine

Brodha V – All Divine Lyrics, Letra:
All Divine Lyrics

Yo!
Aye, yo

Verse 1
Like emus trying to soar and get a peek at the summit
When you come from the bottom, you only dream on a budget
An uphill travel but on a slippery slope
Misery grows, I’m close to giving up hope
See, I was (Aanh) like them kids with unhealthy minds that get ignored (Yeah)
Holding on to my life, afraid to let it go (Yeah)
Where toxic thoughts in my head would unify
Everyday to a point, where I’m contemplating suicide (Suicide)
Anxiety got me call all unstable like the Khyber pass
My vision twitches with palpitations like hypеrlapse
Grades werе bad, they would worry me to sadness
My mettle was the only luxury I had then (Aanh)
Skipping classes to learn raps at Planet Ms (Aanh)
Window shopping for clothes strapped to mannequins
It’s only through music I know to emote
And so I found therapy in all the poems I wrote
With every line I planned, I’d express and let loose
Hoping that I’d never have to fight depression and lose
Surviving the madness, the world’s an asylum
Where I could crumble under pressure or turned to a diamond
(Now)
Pre-Chorus
Manasin parajayangal kannakkaathey
Kanavugal nammude thunayaayi maataam
Jeevitha yaathragal, anubhava nettengal
Padi padi yaayi nammal pala pala mohangal (Yeah)

Chorus
We’re blessed to live this life
Dancing in the light
Let the music take you high
And find your peace inside
In this place and time
All divine we shine
In this place and time
All divine we shine

Post-Chorus
Tanna-nani-yeleyela
Tanna-nani-yeleyela
Tanna-nani-yeleyela
(All divine we shine)
Yeah, tanna-nani-yeleyela
Tanna-nani-yeleyela
Tanna-nani-yeleyela
Tanna-nani-yeleyela
(All divine we shine)
Verse 2
Everyday I was sunk in despair
Only wheezing as I breathe through the pungentest air
Carried the weight on my shoulders, hence the hunch that I bear
Insults were unfair, yet I put my trust in my flair
And being broke (Aanh) was no deterrent, so I had to
Aim for the stars like telescopes at NASA
I guess pain is a fraction of what trouble evokes
Success tastes sweetest for those who struggle the most
I kept my mind strong, the heart’s weak and frail
Giving up was an option but I didn’t dream to fail
And through the melancholy every night I was working
Till I got everything that I could buy from my earnings
N I got, love and respect, the smiles I deserved and
Fantasy and actuality were rightfully merging
Now I inspire kids, they wanna be like me
A blueprint and legacy I leave behind me
Tears were shed on the daily over the lunch I was skipping
Got the world on my plate, not that scrumptious living
Caviar on the flights and vacations in Vegas
Pick up a villa next year and you can bet that I made it
Now (Aye)

Pre-Chorus
Manasin parajayangal (Ooh) kannakkaathey (Ayy)
Kanavugal nammude (Ooh) thunayaayi maataam (Ayy)
Jeevitha yaathragal (Ooh), anubhava nettengal (Ayy)
Padi padi yaayi nammal (Ooh) pala pala mohangal
Chorus
We’re blessed to live this life
Dancing in the light
Let the music take you high
And find your peace inside
In this place and time
All divine we shine
In this place and time
All divine we shine

We’re blessed to live this life
Dancing in the light
Let the music take you high
And find your peace inside
In this place and time
All divine we shine
In this place and time
All divine we shine

Post-Chorus
Tanna-nani-yeleyela
Tanna-nani-yeleyela
Tanna-nani-yeleyela
(All divine we shine)
Yeah, tanna-nani-yeleyela
Tanna-nani-yeleyela
Tanna-nani-yeleyela
Tanna-nani-yeleyela
(All divine we shine)

Brodha V – All Divine Letra
All Divine Letra

Shoy (BR) – De Prada ou Balmain?

Shoy (BR) – De Prada ou Balmain? Lyrics, Letra:
De Prada ou Balmain? Lyrics

Letra de “De Prada ou Balmain?” com Shoy & Duzz

Verso 1: Shoy
Multiplico notas e notas pros meu herd-lyrics-letraseiros que
Passaram sufoco comigo no desespero
Acerto na cara skrr, skrr, fuego, fuego
As peça tá no óleo, se precisar largo o dedo
Ela senta forte, quer ser minha bih’
Sempre fala bem, eu falo de ti
Olha e presta atenção que eu vou te explicar
Tapa na sua bunda, eu tô fácil assim
Fazendo cash, multiplico o din’
E a maior meta é a família sorrir

Refrão: Shoy
De Prada ou Balmain?
Eu me sinto bem, ela mama bem
Goza o que não tem
Essa é
?
Pеrgunto cê é quem? lil’ bitch
No bolo de cem
Rockstar mеu bem
De Prada ou Balmain?
Eu me sinto bem, ela mama bem
Goza o que não tem
Essa é
?
Pergunto cê é quem? lil’ bitch
No bolo de cem
Rockstar meu bem
Verso 2: Duzz
Sábado ela {? porque ela chupa diferente
Joga
? na minha fuça independente
Eu ganhei um oral caro porque ela veio de Fendi
Gosta de maconha, fode em onda diferente
Uh, grande xota, grande o meu oh
Uh, Ela não curte maromba ah
Uh, prefere transar na lombra ah
Uh, faço o pix pra tua conta já
Três mil no meu tênis, meu nome não é Denis
Tem paquistânes, ela fuma e geme
Joga seu bundão, pra trás e pra frente
Diamante no dente
?

Refrão: Shoy
De Prada ou Balmain?
Eu me sinto bem, ela mama bem
Goza o que não tem
Essa é
?
Pergunto cê é quem? lil’ bitch
No bolo de cem
Rockstar meu bem
De Prada ou Balmain?
Eu me sinto bem, ela mama bem
Goza o que não tem
Essa é
?
Pergunto cê é quem? lil’ bitch
No bolo de cem
Rockstar meu bem

Shoy (BR) – De Prada ou Balmain? Letra
De Prada ou Balmain? Letra

Tchubi – 2am In Rabat

Tchubi – 2am In Rabat Lyrics, Letra:
2am In Rabat Lyrics

Je sais que les blagues sur la bite ce n’est pas très sobre
Je peux pas être naturaliste oui mon père n’est pas un Padre soft
Mais tant que ça fait des sacre score
Je me fouetterais que ca crée scoop
On prends le rap à 3
Tu peux toujours appeler ça threesome
Personne ne peut taper ma team, on vient de l’Ukraine
Oui !
Des rimes mathématiquе, je les écris avec unе craie
Non !
Pas un stylo a bille
Quand cette fille me suçait la bite
J’ai mis tellement d’enfant sur sa langue
Ce n’est plus une bouche, c’est une crèche
Ce texte est gratter d’une traite
Mais j’ai pas rapper depuis le placenta
Pas comme ces rappeurs qui ont du l’air
Que vous aduler ouais
Fuck ta banque populaire, les apparts c’est la ou je placerais le cash
Oui je taffais le vocabulaire
Quand tu stressait assez pour juste pour passer le BAC

Le carre est serre, le respect c’est ce qui tracerait le cadre
La thune des fois tu sais pas ce qu’elle gâche
On a dépassé les 100k, j’espère qu’on a passer Le CAP
Et j’espère que la zik va remplacer le taf Koulchi fake, fake
Ca me stresse que koulchi fake, fake
Mais avec OSQUA koulchi dayz
J’ai eu la chair de poule quand
La foule a criait f Malabata koulchi rave, rave
Koulchi fake, fake
Ca me stresse que koulchi fake, fake
Mais avec OSQUA koulchi dayz
J’ai eu la chair de poule quand
La foule a criait f Malabata koulchi rave, rave

Y’as que des soucis qui me terrasse pute
Il faut j’apprennes à gérer entre fille bien et pétase cute
Gérer entre studio session/posage dans terrasse naz
Pour conquérir la France, j’aurais pas besoin d’un ERASMUS

Les rappeurs, rempli d’orgueil, avec deux sons percent
Puis friment dans des concert a deux cents personnes
Peu sont vrais
T’es comme un petit gars qui friment quand il conduit la voiture de son père
Ce me donne juste envie d’acheter la voiture de son père oui

Je rêves d’une grande maison et d’une baie vitre
Du bon poisson du méridien
Donc si l’impasse me faisait face et bah c’est facile je l’éviterais
Si il le faut je léviterais
Ouais je ne fonce pas dedans
Je préfère faire de la musique qui ne se pense pas se danse, Kerry James Je n’ai pas un sexe de centaure
Mais je respecte le bro code
Je baiserais jamais l’ex de mon pote
Sauf si elle est bonne ouais !
Je suis un chenapan
J’mérite d’être délaisse comme un jeune afghan

Koulchi fake, fake
Ca me stresse que koulchi fake, fake
Mais avec OSQUA koulchi dayz
J’ai eu la chair de poule quand
La foule a criait f Malabata koulchi rave, rave
Koulchi fake, fake
Ca me stresse que koulchi fake, fake
Mais avec OSQUA koulchi dayz
J’ai eu la chair de poule quand
La foule a criait f Malabata koulchi rave, rave

Tchubi – 2am In Rabat Letra
2am In Rabat Letra

Jdot Breezy – Criticized

Jdot Breezy – Criticized Lyrics, Letra:
Criticized Lyrics

Intro: Anson Seabra
I can take the fall, the pain, the pleasure
(Yo Benji)
And you can take it all, for worse, or better
(Simo Fre just killed this)

Chorus
I get criticized ‘bout everything I fuckin’ do
Like “Fuck them fans”, they all can suck my dick, nobody know the truth
‘Bout how I feel, I always keep shit real and all these niggas fool
Still in the field, they say fuck my career and what I’m goin’ through
These bitches want funds out me, I can’t get no love out it
I just popped my X, it seem to heal the pain in my body
Life ain’t it, where fun go? I’m too caught up with these hoes
I know thеy don’t love me, well, who lovе me? I don’t even know

Verse
I just keep on grindin’ till I can’t, don’t get me in that mode
I ain’t everything I ain’t, Idon’t know my fate, they fake, I let ‘em go
Too much on my plate, I peep the snakes, my life is gettin’ old
What’s on they mind is hate, I can’t relate, I always hold my own
I just keep my mouth shut, I know they ain’t ‘bout that
I’m havin’ dreams I got backdoored and they know where my house
I can’t believe they trade on me, the world made me feel like that
Just let me breathe, I need my space ‘cause I feel like I’m gon’ quit
Caught up makin’ sad songs, I can’t get my drill on
I get mad as fuck when I record and all my pills gone
Can’t move without that stick ‘cause if I do then I won’t live long
Message to that bitch, “Yo’ brother dead and we gon’ kill y’all”
Interlude: Jdot Breezy & Anson Seabra
(I can take the fall, the pain, the pleasure)
I never gave a fuck what nobody had to say
But shit, like, we all human
(And you can take it all, for worse, or better)
World act like a nigga ain’t have feelings but
Anybody wanna do sumn?
Jump, nigga
(But oh, what if we’re wrong?)
Bet yo’ bitch ass die
That’s on my momma
(And you can take it all)
(But hey, I guess that’s-)

Chorus
I get criticized ‘bout everything I fuckin’ do
Like “Fuck them fans”, they all can suck my dick, nobody know the truth
‘Bout how I feel, I always keep shit real and all these niggas fool
Still in the field, they say fuck my career and what I’m goin’ through
These bitches want funds out me, I can’t get no love out it
I just popped my X, it seem to heal the pain in my body
Life ain’t it, where fun go? I’m too caught up with these hoes
I know they don’t love me, well, who love me? I don’t even know

Jdot Breezy – Criticized Letra
Criticized Letra

To Nem Preocupado (Letra) – Lupper


To Nem Preocupado (Letra) – Lupper
Letras da musica:
Já avisei no “trampo” que segunda eu não vou,
esquenta não chefe caiu no “k.ô”,
e se pergunta não diga, mais por favor não liga
que vou estar bem longe distante dessa rotina,

e deixa em “OFF” que depois nos resolve
tô nem preocupado, se hoje aqui ninguém dorme
cê vale o que tem, já dizia o ditado,
e talvez me perdendo que sabe até me acho,

vou dá um “rolê” em Brasília visita essas “mina”,
se todas coubessem no carro comigo eu levaria,
pra ver o sol nascer depois da noite de prazer
misturando Tequila, Whisky e Narguile

(REFRÃO)

E eu não tô nem preocupado,
to saindo sem rumo na semana eu volto
que dessa vidinha “Fest” já virei foi sócio
sobe esse céu azul, o som no 12 é comum
e na semana to voltando sem problema algum,

E todo dia é dia, todo dia é frevo, porque?
Segunda eu não trabalho mesmo
E todo dia é dia, todo dia é frevo, porque?
Segunda eu não trabalho mesmo

E se eu ficar desempregado ta valendo risco,
as mina tudo vai parceiro em casa é que eu não fico
dei, justa causa pros problema, os “bibibi” de monte
vida pacata não é pra mim, dos “frevo” eu sei a fonte,

quer saber eu já cansei desse dilema,
sou mais assim, então que viva a bagaceira,
se quer saber pra onde eu vou, vou “poraí”
inventa qualquer coisa se perguntarem por mim,

é que hoje to pertencendo a essa “Vibe”
fugi dessa mesmice, quem sabe acorda mais tarde
sei nem se vou dormir , do jeito que ta aqui
eu vou curtir e” foda-se” se o chefe lá me demitir

(REFRÃO)

E eu não tô nem preocupado,
to saindo sem rumo na semana eu volto
que dessa vidinha “Fest” já virei foi sócio
sobe esse céu azul, o som no 12 é comum
e na semana to voltando sem problema algum

E todo dia é dia, todo dia é frevo, porque?
Segunda eu não trabalho mesmo
E todo dia é dia, todo dia é frevo, porque?
Segunda eu não trabalho mesmo