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Yung Booke – Stand Up (feat. Nick Grant & Kap G)

[Verse 1: Yung Booke]
Posted up right in the trenches
The OGs was teaching us lessons
They told me get up and go get it
And stack so I get me a milly
No time to lay up with them bitches
Ho [?] caught me no feelings
Ride ’round with lil meek, he the realest
It’s a whole lot of cash and a pigeon
My time, it comin’ I feel it
Can’t play, gotta be ’bout your business
Got war scars all on my back from being backstabbed so fuck being friendly
When I come through I’m in a foreign car with the window clip, you can see me up in it
With the draco and a Glock 40, with an S clip, both of ’em extended
[Chorus: Yung Booke]
Woah woah, word around town
Uno nigga poppin’, fuck nigga we got now, ayy
Barrel got potato on it, it won’t make a sound
They gon’ have to try and find you like Nemo
Try to ride the wave, lil nigga gon’ drown
Brr, brr, that’s the bird call
Skrt, fishtail swerve off, ayy, yeah
We gotta stand up, ayy
Please don’t shoot me officer, I got my hands up, ayy
‘Cause the color of our skin they put is in handcuffs, ayy
‘Cause the color of our skin they don’t understand us, no
Got to stop killing each other, together let’s stand up
They throw away evidence, even though everything was caught on camera

[Verse 2: Nick Grant]
Let’s get it
Real niggas who we are boy
Stand up and applaud for us
Fuck a nerd, we’ll drag a screech
Like nails on a chalkboard
Boy you fighting in the wrong war
All of the things we fought for
Prezi Rollie but I’m never voting
Everybody running is the wrong choice
I get the drop on the opps
Never put trust in a cop
Young shooters like early Bad Boy
They run around with the locks
Dreading your days in the kitchen
Seein’ how they whip a pot
Old time nigga, Jigga Boo
How you sell that shit back to your block
You a fuckin’ sell out nigga
[Chorus: Yung Booke]
Woah woah, word around town
Uno nigga poppin’, fuck nigga we got now, ayy
Barrel got potato on it, it won’t make a sound
They gon’ have to try and find you like Nemo
Try to ride the wave, lil nigga gon’ drown
Brr, brr, that’s the bird call
Skrt, fishtail swerve off, ayy, yeah
We gotta stand up, ayy
Please don’t shoot me officer, I got my hands up, ayy
‘Cause the color of our skin they put is in handcuffs, ayy
‘Cause the color of our skin they don’t understand us, no
Got to stop killing each other, together let’s stand up
They throw away evidence, even though everything was caught on camera

[Verse 3: Kap G]
I got on Louis V linens
I see the police in my business
They just gave my homie a sentence
For slangin’ that Dennis the Menace
Hands up, don’t shoot
Tryna jam us, we cool
Excuse me officer, I’m no fool
I let the OG’s drop jewels
I’ma hit Booke, he pull up with Uno
RIP Troupe, he stick to that blue code
I’m in the coupe, that be that two door
I’ma pull up with a hundred Latinos
I got your main bitch at home on my other line
Fuck it, I’m rockin’ them Timbs in the summer time
Fuck the police, they be tryna act colorblind
I swear they gon’ make me go buy me another nine
[Chorus: Yung Booke]
Woah woah, word around town
Uno nigga poppin’, fuck nigga we got now, ayy
Barrel got potato on it, it won’t make a sound
They gon’ have to try and find you like Nemo
Try to ride the wave, lil nigga gon’ drown
Brr, brr, that’s the bird call
Skrt, fishtail swerve off, ayy, yeah
We gotta stand up, ayy
Please don’t shoot me officer, I got my hands up, ayy
‘Cause the color of our skin they put is in handcuffs, ayy
‘Cause the color of our skin they don’t understand us, no
Got to stop killing each other, together let’s stand up
They throw away evidence, even though everything was caught on camera

Shy Glizzy – One

[Intro]
Hey Zay
Young Jefe Holmes
Whoa
[Verse 1]
Remember back when all I used to do was hit licks
All a nigga really wanted was to get rich
Oh you ain’t fucking with the gang?, then suck a full clip
Fuck what they talking bout, I’m really with that bullshit
Fresh Prince, I walk up in this bitch like Will Smith
Foreign Swag, I took your bitch out on a field trip
Glizzy Glizzy, bitch I’m back up on my hood shit
Look like a model, but lil’ shawty she a hood bitch
She got a million dollar body and her ass soft
She call me over there, know it won’t be the last call
You better not be no broke nigga, she going spazz off
I fuck with boss bitches, only like them cash dolls
[Hook]
I found this lil’ bitch, think she the one
But I know I can’t be the only one
Tell them niggas that they got the one
They treat you better when you number one
These bitches wanna fuck me because I’m arrogant
New watch on my wrist, look at the clarity
Put this chain around my neck so you can stare at it
Everything I do is so extravagant

[Verse 2]
As long as Im alive, bitch I gotta keep that felon on me
Niggas hated on me so I got to keep the pressure coming
Murder, murder, murder, if I ever see you or your mommy
How you hating on a young nigga getting money
Don’t be telling on me
Don’t be telling on me
Imma come and see you nigga, so be ready for me
And she going come back, she can’t find a nigga better than me
Streets hotest younging, ain’t another nigga litter than me
[Hook]
I found this lil’ bitch think she the one
But I know I can’t be the only one
Tell them niggas that they got the one
They treat you better when you number one
These bitches wanna fuck me cause I’m arrogant
New watch on my wrist, look at the clarity
Put this chain around my neck so you can stare at it
Everything I do is so extravagant

Kid Ink – Supersoaka

Where you been? Who am I? [Intro]
Yeah, you know
(Murder on the beat so it’s not nice)
[Chorus]
Got hunnid, fifty, no stressin’
Bend it over, yoga stretchin’
Supersoka, change clothes
Different city, same hoes
Bust a move, she got more, yeah
You know, titties tuggin’ on my jewels, yeah
You know, Stacey Dash, shawty clueless
Hands down, head clappin’ where the tool is
[Verse 1]
Woo, money man on a mission
I got ’em standin’ at attention
I just throw my hand like I’m fishin’
I just get that ass some ambition
I’m really hopin’ I can touch it, no conditions
You say you need a shower, well I got hella ammunition
Just pop somethin’ for me, while I pop another Rosé
Now she lookin’ at me like, "Don’t spray"
I’m just sayin’, huh, you don’t want the man, huh
Rollin’ up a gram, huh, toast a couple grams high
It’s your jam, huh, peanut butter skin, huh
Where you been all my life? Huh
Parkin’ lot pimpin’ out at Follies (woah)
Thought I seen your ass lookin’ thottie (woah)
[Pre-Chorus]
I kill the scene, zip it up inside a body bag (yeah)
And then I dump a bag on your body
[Chorus]
Got hunnid, fifty, no stressin’
Bend it over, yoga stretchin’
Supersoka, change clothes
Different city, same hoes
Bust a move, she got more, yeah
You know, titties tuggin’ on my jewels, yeah
You know, Stacey’s dad, shawty clueless
Hands down, head clappin’ where the tool is
[Verse 2]
Woah, bend it over, head and shoulders
Money shower, drop and hold it
Your friends bustin’ it but you been talkin’ on it
I can tell you, Kelly Rowland
Baby, better get your mind and your act right
And know that I am not the holy rap type
She told me sit like my hands round my back tied
And let her come and take me on my last ride, woah
Who am I, baby? Cold nigga, pulled pimpin’ like it’s do or die
[Pre-Chorus]
I killed her, zip it up inside a body bag
And then I throw a bag on your body
[Chorus]
Got hunnid, fifty, no stressin’
Bend it over, yoga stretchin’
Supersoka, change clothes
Different city, same hoes
Bust a move, she got more, yeah
You know, titties tuggin’ on my jewels, yeah
You know, Stacey Dash, shawty clueless
Hands down, head clappin’ where the tool is
You know
You know
You know

Rita Ora – Your Song (Cheat Codes Remix)

[Verse 1]
I woke up with a fear this morning
But I can taste you on the tip of my tongue
Alone without no warning
You’re by my side and we’ve got smoke in our lungs
[Pre-Chorus]
Last night we were way up, kissing in the back of the cab
And then you say "love, baby, let’s go back to my flat"
And when we wake up, never had a feeling like that
I got a reason, so man, put that record on again
[Chorus]
I don’t want to hear sad songs anymore
I only want to hear love songs
I found my heart up in this place tonight
Don’t want to sing mad songs anymore
Only want to sing your song
Cause your song’s got me feeling like I’m
Only want to sing your song
Cause your song’s got me feeling like I’m
I’m in love, I’m in love, I’m in love
Yeah, you know your song’s got me feeling like I’m
[Post-Chorus]
Yeah, you know
Your song’s got me feeling like I’m
Yeah, you know
Your song’s got me feeling like I’m

[Verse 2]
No fear but I think I’m falling
I’m not proud
But I’m usually the type of girl that would hit and run
No risk so I think I’m all in
When I kiss your lips, feel my heartbeat thump
[Pre-Chorus 2]
And now we’re way up, dancing on the roof of the house
And then we make love, right there on your best friend’s couch
And then you say "love, this is what it’s all about"
So keep on kissing my mouth and put that record on again
[Chorus]
I don’t want to hear sad songs anymore
I only want to hear love songs
I found my heart up in this place tonight
Don’t want to sing mad songs anymore
Only want to sing your song
Cause your song’s got me feeling like I’m
I’m in love, I’m in love, I’m in love
I’m in love, I’m in love, I’m in love
I’m in love, I’m in love, I’m in love
Yeah, you know your song’s got me feeling like I’m
[Post-Chorus]
Yeah, you know
Your song’s got me feeling like I’m
Yeah, you know
Cause your song’s got me feeling like I’m

[Ending]
I’m in love, I’m in love, I’m in love
I’m in love, I’m in love, I’m in love
I’m in love, I’m in love, I’m in love
Yeah, you know your song’s got me feeling like I’m

DJ Holiday – Wassup Wid It (feat. 2 Chainz)

Sometimes I do
Codeine in the fridge
Right there by the vegetables
Had to tell my kids
Tell ’em what goin’ on
This a real damn song
It’s a real damn facts
Billboard off the net
Yeah, I might have a birthday party in the middle of Saks
Came up off the sacks
From outta town, we gon’ tax
Ain’t talkin’ ’bout the dentist, nigga, when I say I got plaques
Some gold, some plat’s
Got my son hair in plaits
Got my daughter’s hair pressed
Let you know I ain’t stressin’
Yeah, I graduated on ’em
Got degree, I’m flexin’
Got my masters in cappin’
Got my doctorates in shoppin’
Treat the pussy like a punchin’ bag
Said I wanna go boxin’
[Hook: 2 Chainz]
Uh, wassup, wassup with it
Tell me how you motherfuckin’ livin’
Tell ’em mind they motherfuckin’ business
Tell ’em I’m gon’ motherfuckin’ get it
Yeah, wassup, wassup with it
Tell me how you motherfuckin’ livin’
Tell ’em mind they motherfuckin’ business
Tell ’em I’m gon’ motherfuckin’ get it
Yeah, wassup, wassup with it
Tell me how you motherfuckin’ livin’
Tell ’em mind they motherfuckin’ business
Tell ’em I’m gon’ motherfuckin’ get it
Yeah, wassup, wassup with it
Tell me how you motherfuckin’ livin’
Tell ’em mind they motherfuckin’ business
Tell ’em I’m gon’ motherfuckin’ get it
[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Wassup, wassup with it
We can go bar for bar
We can go car for car
We can go star for star
We can go ring for ring
She gonna off the bra
I’ma jack somethin’ like Randy
She don’t wear panties for daddy
My auntie stayed off a camera
Answer the door with a hammer
Promise we didn’t had no chimney
Then I believin’ in Santa
How he gon’ come at my shit
I put some thought in that shit
I put some rock in that shit
They steady takin’ they shot
I’m steady blockin’ they shit
This that provocative shit
You pockets Bugs Bunny ears
Mine so damn deep
You can see Ben Franklin swim
Yeah, money grow on trees, nigga
I least have me a limb
Anthin’ rap where I’m from
Street side, I leave have a M
[Hook: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, wassup, wassup with it
Tell me how you motherfuckin’ livin’
Tell ’em mind they motherfuckin’ business
Tell ’em I’m gon’ motherfuckin’ get it
Yeah, wassup, wassup with it
Tell me how you motherfuckin’ livin’
Tell ’em mind they motherfuckin’ business
Tell ’em I’m gon’ motherfuckin’ get it
Yeah, wassup, wassup with it
Tell me how you motherfuckin’ livin’
Tell ’em mind they motherfuckin’ business
Tell ’em I’m gon’ motherfuckin’ get it
Yeah, wassup, wassup with it
Tell me how you motherfuckin’ livin’
Tell ’em mind they motherfuckin’ business
Tell ’em I’m gon’ motherfuckin’ get it [Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Bitch, bitch talkin’ ’bout
You ain’t thinkin’ ’bout me
I said naw, no stress
Got the cashflow with my vain bitch
Shawty, how you gettin’ home
I’m good, I’m fine
Do you wanna sip wine?

Kollegah – Tourlife (feat. Cr7Z & Motrip) (Golden Era Tourtape Album)

Ich les’ den Mist im Netz seit 2010
Neunundneunzig feuchte Träume von Erfolg, die Joints am leuchten, ihr streut euch
Das teure Zeug in [?] Dollar, beugt euch dann nach vorn zum Zieh’n
Formuliert ‘nen Text wie ich’s mit sechzehn schon konnte
Schwach, aber kein Ding wie bei ‘ner defekten Rezeptionsglocke
[Hook: Kollegah]
Tourlife mit den Jungs an Bord
Hundert Orte, die wir seh’n und Fans zeigen uns Support
Yeah, yeah, Haze in der Luft
Von der Stage in den Bus und das Label macht Plus
Tourlife mit den Jungs an Bord
Hundert Orte, die wir seh’n und Fans zeigen uns Support
Yeah, yeah, Haze in der Luft
Von der Stage in den Bus und das Label macht Plus
[Part 2: Kollegah]
Jetzt ist the greatest wieder back mit Cr7z
Mega deeper Track, Tourlife, kredibiler Rap
Mal gibt’s Catering, das schmeckt, an manchen Dates hat man auch Pech
Und die Pampe schmeckt nach Universitätskantinendreck
Da hilft man sich halt selbst, ballert sich Creme-Pralinen-Snacks
Oder ‘nen Kebabspieß, der dann den Diätplan wieder crasht
Stets die Frage, ob in dem Pudding Gelatine steckt
Und warum fehlen hier wieder Kaffeemaschinenpads
Alle sind relativ relaxt – Ketamineffekt
Trotz negativem Stress ist mal wieder der WLAN-Key defekt
Während Seyed wieder Ladys checkt per Facebookvideochat
Und abends nach der Show tackert er sie wie Nähmaschinen weg
DJ Arow hat das Haze mit im Gepäck
Und Koree kann immer noch nicht den mega easy Text von „Training Day“ perfekt
Daily Business – check! Ich lass’ den gleich Part entsteh’n, das ist gar kein Problem
Das hier fühlt sich nicht an wie zur Arbeit zu geh’n
Bin seit Tag eins im Game und es ist so wie immer
Ich seh’ Rapper, die mehr Bahnen zieh’n als Profischwimmer
Seitdem ich oben bin, hab’ ich ein Haus mit Gartenblick
Doch ich bleibe der, den man da draußen auf der Straße trifft
Ich hab’ kein sympathisches Grinsen und kein’n Granatenblick
Doch lasse deine Dame verschwinden wie bei ‘nem Kartentrick
Du verstehst die Frage nicht, die Frage ist nur, wer schreibt solche Bars wie ich? Dass du dazu nicht in der Lage bist, macht dich nur wahnsinnig
Sie warnen dich, wenn du in Aachen bist, denn jeder Part von Trip
Sorgt dafür, dass du aus den Latschen kippst wie ein Karatekick
Gerate ich mit dem Rudel erst in Ekstase
Dann blutest du aus der Nase wie Hooligans auf der Straße
Ich suche dich und dann warte ich vor deinem Haus wie Fler
Nur Journalisten mit zwei Eiern trau’n sich her
Majestätische Parts auf dem Weg in die Charts
Bei Majorverlag, sodass jeder versteht, was ich sag’
Buchstäblich, das war
T-R-I-P, C-R-7-Z und K-O-Doppel-L-E-G-A-H

[Hook: Kollegah]
Tourlife mit den Jungs an Bord
Hundert Orte, die wir seh’n und Fans zeigen uns Support
Yeah, yeah, Haze in der Luft
Von der Stage in den Bus und das Label macht Plus
Tourlife mit den Jungs an Bord
Hundert Orte, die wir seh’n und Fans zeigen uns Support
Yeah, yeah, Haze in der Luft
Von der Stage in den Bus und das Label macht Plus [Intro: Cr7z]
Figub-Brazlevič-Beat
Kollegah, MoTrip, Cr7z
Golden Era Tape
[Part 1: Cr7z]
Ihr Wannabe-MCs mit euren alles zerfickenden Tracks
Wenn ihr so fickt wie ihr rappt, bringt ihr ja nur Quickies im Bett
Wann übernehmt ihr denn endlich mit dem nächsten Album das Game? Schon wieder Showtime
Mann, die Zeit fliegt wie Koree beim Stagedive in die Heads
Es geht nach Bremen, Kiel und back
Fotos nach der Show, währenddessen fegt das Team Konfetti per Besen wieder weg
Nachts im Nightliner mit Ali texten – Kreativprozess
Bis sieben Uhr, die Vögel zwitschern und jeder liegt im Bett

[Hook: Kollegah]
Tourlife mit den Jungs an Bord
Hundert Orte, die wir seh’n und Fans zeigen uns Support
Yeah, yeah, Haze in der Luft
Von der Stage in den Bus und das Label macht Plus
Tourlife mit den Jungs an Bord
Hundert Orte, die wir seh’n und Fans zeigen uns Support
Yeah, yeah, Haze in der Luft
Von der Stage in den Bus und das Label macht Plus
[Part 3: MoTrip]
Ah!

Kollegah – Voulez Vous Couchez Avec Mois (feat. Ali As, Pretty Mo & Seyed) (Golden Era Tourtape Album)

[Part: Kollegah, Ali As, Seyed, Pretty Mo, Koree]
Yeah, ah, ich führ’ ein Telefonat, bei ‘ner Segelbootsfahrt
Es geht um mehrere Milliarden auf dem Day-Trader-Markt
Dann ab auf Tour mit den Jungs, wir bring’n ein Tape an den Start
Auf Golden-Era-Beats als wär’n wir Jay-Z und Nas
Das Backstagehandtuch ist aus Babygepard
Und der Teppich unterm Stehtisch aus Glas ist aus Schneeleopard
Die Tourbussofas sind aus Zebras aus dem Senegalstaat
Yeah, und wir hab’n nicht bei der PETA gefragt
Okay, ich geb’ es zu, wir hab’n nur B-Ware da
Das Leder, tja, es ist etwas von Macheten vernarbt
Wir hab’n Moëtflaschen da, der VIP ist abgeschirmt
Wie die Shades, die ich trag’, beim Spiel’n der Plasi-VR
Und der Cateringsaal ist ein Steakrestaurant
Fetakäse, Crema, Spinat, Filet á la carte
Edelpilze und Soufflés, alles mediterran
Währ’nd das Prekariat wie ein Späherpirat
Aus dem all-you-can-eat Vietnamesenlokal
Auf uns’re delikaten Gourmetteller starrt
In den Zec+-Dosen ist bestimmt kein Wheypräparat
Seyed, made in Iran, ich komm’ mit Gel in den Haar’n
Bin in jedem Mädcheninternat das Thema im Bad
Wenn ich mal auf Chicks reinfalle, dann beim beim Stagedriving, bra
Ali, wer raucht da dein Amnesiagras? Voulez vous coucher avec Mois? Es ist Koree, mit gepflegtem Vollbart wie’n Tschetschenensoldat
Tja, das Leben ist hart wie Pasa’s Basey aus Stahl
Ich bleib’ auf Ziele konzentriert wie ein Lasergunstrahl
Ich betrete deine Gegend, Kid, und jeder erstarrt
Wenn ich kurz die Stimme hebe, so wie Heliumgas
Bruder, was für’n epischer Part! beim JFK-Attentat
War durchaus ‘n Superbrain, so wie Damian Bugg
Bei mir machen Playmates Spagat wie Daisy Liar
Yo, du willst ein Seyedfeature und hast Paychecks am Start
Ich mach’s wie DMX bei Kay und copypaste den Part
Wir bald auf deinem Pay-TV-Kanal als Serienstars
Wir hab’n mehr Dirtyhoes als rumänische Tabledancebars
Ich geb’s ihn’n Doggystyle wie Pedigree PAL
Und sie schmieren sich mein Ejakulat ins Face wie Maybelline Jade
Jede meiner Zeilen Razorbladesharp
Ray-Ban in schwarz, ich bin nicht Banksy, doch ich spray’ die AK
Hater, sei brav! Oder du fliegst von der Stage nach ‘nem Schlag
Und wirst beim Event umgeschlagen wie ein Patriotsschal
Oder du endest als Leiche, an der der Regenwurm nagt
Wie in ‘nem Navysealsarg im Armeefriedhofsgrab
Wir bau’n uns schneller vor dir auf als ein IKEA-Regal
Und sind mit Langfingern am Start wie ein Alienarm
Klau’ deine Daytona, auch wenn sie ‘ne Replika war
Du denkst, du hebst ab zum Mars, doch schwebst in Lebensgefahr
Bitch, dein Labelvertrag ist ein Knebelvertrag
Yo, wir hab’n mehr heiße Singles als ein Datingportal
Mir egal, was ihr Hater so sagt
Ihr findet den As-Part arm wie im Diätcolaglas
Doch ich find’ es gibt hier kein bessers Drakeimitat! Voulez vous coucher avec Mois? [Outro: Ali As]
Voulez vous coucher avec Mois? Voulez vous coucher avec Mois? Ach nix, ich chill’ mit Ladys im Arm
Und krieg’ Brain wie Miss K. Na klar, ‘ne Klasse für sich wie bei ‘ner Ferienfahrt
Und was geht bei dir?

CD9 – Que Le Importa A La Gente (.5 EP)

Vamos a aclarar la situación
Si tu no das el paso lo doy yo
Vamos a aliviar esta tención
Que a la gente no le importa nada
Solo quiero soltarme, besarte y decirte
Que no me
Que no importa si es tarde
O que alguien nos mire
Quiero que me trates como en tus mensajes
Donde todo es fácil y no te ve nadie
Que le importa a la gente
Que le importa a la gente
Sabes muy bien que te quiero besar
Sabes que quiero quedarme contigo
Pienso que esto es sobrenatural
Que nos escuchen gritar los vecinos
Ves la situación no es fácil
Ya me escondi bastante
Solo quiero soltarme, besarte y decirte
Que no importa si es tarde
O que alguien nos mire
Quiero que me trates como en tus mensajes
Donde todo es fácil y no te ve nadie
Que le importa a la gente
Que le importa a la gente
Solo quiero soltarme, besarte y decirte
Que no importa si es tarde
O que alguien nos mire
Quiero que me trates como en tus mensajes
Donde todo es fácil y no te ve nadie
Que le importa a la gente
Que le importa a la gente
Que le importa

Lockslegl & Canabasse – Lo Ma Def (Afrotrap Vol. 1 Album)

si on te dit que je reviendrai pas
qu’ils ne m’ont pas épargné
ou je te dis qu’on s’en va
que tu dois tout plaquer, m’accompagner
je voyais le monde à un autre œil et je refusais de voir la vérité avant toi
plein de fois j’ai voulu te plaquer y renoncer j’ai renié malgré moi
“buuuuuuuuzzlabb”
baby lo ma def
baby lo ma def
mon bébé lionne, ma reine, ma negresse
baby lo ma def
baby fo ma def
mon bébé lionne, ma reine, ma negresse
j’ai changé tu sais
baby lo ma def
mon bébé lionne, ma reine, ma negresse
j’ai changé tu sais
baby lo ma def
mon bébé lionne, ma reine, ma negresse
baby lo ma def
j’ai fait du sale ça me fait mal je fais sa tête souvent en y repensant bloquer dans la haas
vu que la france est vénale je veux lui plaire mais aux yeux de l’argent suis le suspect dans la pièce
je voulais pas faire de mal moi je voulais juste faire mon argent avant d’en fumer la pièce
pour aller renflouer la caisse
en indépendant car personne n’a fait un geste
normalement c’est la même
tu pilotes
man a bad man
j’ai pas eu le choix
et je priais pour que ça change
un jour ou l’autre
chacun, son chemin
on n’a pas pris le droit
yeah
les joins et les femmes tournaient
et on était bien tous les trois
j’avais du mal à changer
c’était avant toi
baby lo ma def
baby lo ma def
mon bébé lionne, ma reine, ma negresse
baby lo ma def
baby fo ma def
mon bébé lionne, ma reine, ma negresse
j’ai changé tu sais
baby lo ma def
mon bébé lionne, ma reine, ma negresse
j’ai changé tu sais
baby lo ma def
mon bébé lionne, ma reine, ma negresse
baby lo ma def
yeah
quand le lion part en ch-sse c’est pour sa femelle et ses enfants
pareil pour toi dans la thess
l’esprit dans un treuil
suis venu pour prendre mon deal réinvestir au pays
l’argent c’est pas mon dieu
je suis monothéiste
sur ceux qui leur emmerdent
pas de ceux qui leur obéissent
et leurs parents vieillissent
suis défoncé à l’herbe
jette pas ça à l’air
mais c’est pour que dieu nous bénisse
suis debout sur scène tu rêvais d’anonymat
viens, je t’amène on y va
je ne promets pas que tout ira
je te promets d’avoir la foi
yeah baby lo ma def
baby lo ma def
foma diar beu soppi lepp
sama life dale dou wone lii
but i’ve no regret
beu legui ma beug mou niangue
meu gueumeuti ngueu tew
boumala amoul wone mou niaw
ndakhté j’aurais rien à perdre
yeah diaral ngama doundou baby
ajuster leu beu fight ways
nieulei yako done mou lew
ndakh à part namouma leine
lolou nga ma def
baby lo ma def
mon bébé lionne, ma reine, ma negresse
lolou nga ma def
baby fofou nga ma tek
mon bébé lionne, ma reine, ma negresse
j’ai changé tu sais
lolou nga ma def
mon bébé lionne, ma reine, ma negresse
j’ai changé tu sais
bébé lo ma def
mon bébé lionne, ma reine, ma negresse
baby lo ma def
baby lo ma def
mon bébé lionne, ma reine, ma negresse
baby lo ma def
baby fo ma def
mon bébé lionne, ma reine, ma negresse
j’ai changé tu sais
baby lo ma def
mon bébé lionne, ma reine, ma negresse
j’ai changé tu sais
baby lo ma def
mon bébé lionne, ma reine, ma negresse
baby lo ma def

Sofi Tukker – Fuck They

(Who’s they?)
I don’t give a fuck
(They don’t even give a fuck)
They don’t even give a fuck
(Who’s they anyway?)

I don’t give a fuck about they
(Who’s they?)
Who gives a fuck about they? (Who’s they?)
I don’t give a fuck
(They don’t even give a fuck)
They don’t even give a fuck
[Verse 2]
Oh my
What a time, what a vibe
And we are hardly, hardly beginning
Oh, this party
We got us, we got they, we got an army
Oh, ’cause we know
[Pre-Chorus]
Deep down, underworld
Don’t disrupt we got
All these rules that everyone keep making up
Who the fuck is they? I wanna met with them
I wanna be real nice, I wanna be their friend
We gonna get real close
We gonna laugh all night
We gonna have a moment that we say goodbye

I don’t give a fuck about they
[Chorus]
I don’t give a fuck about they
(Who’s they?)
Who gives a fuck about they? I wanna met with them
I wanna be real nice, I wanna be their friend
We gonna get real close, we gonna laugh all night
We gonna have a moment that we say goodbye
I don’t give a fuck about they
[Chorus]
I don’t give a fuck about they
(Who’s they?)
Who gives a fuck about they? (Who’s they?)
I don’t give a fuck
(They don’t even give a fuck)
They don’t even give a fuck
I don’t give a fuck about they (Who’s they?)
I don’t give a fuck
(They don’t even give a fuck)
They don’t even give a fuck
[Chorus]
I don’t give a fuck about they
(Who’s they?)
Who gives a fuck about they? [Intro]
I don’t give a fuck about they
I don’t give a fuck about they
[Verse 1]
Oh, they put me up and me down
Tie on me slowly
After that, after they
Nothing is holy
Play the freak, pray for weeks
Smooth out my body
‘Cause after all
[Pre-Chorus]
Deep down, underworld
Don’t disrupt we got
All these rules that everyone keep making up
Who the fuck is they? (Who’s they?)
I don’t give a fuck
(They don’t even give a fuck)
They don’t even give a fuck
(Who’s they anyway?)

I don’t give a fuck about they
(Who’s they?)
Who gives a fuck about they? (Who’s they?)
I don’t give a fuck
(They don’t even give a fuck)
They don’t even give a fuck
(Who’s they anyway?)
I don’t give a fuck about they
(Who’s they?)
Who gives a fuck about they?

Sober – Estrella Polar (Vulcano Album)

Esta es la noche que me condenaron a contar las estrellas,
peleé contra viento y marea y no pude cerrar los ojos. Hinqué mis rodillas buscando el senderos de tus sentimientos
y al llegar al destino encontre tu risa como consuelo. Unos castillos de arena que sufren su pena en la madrigada
esperando que rompan las olas y no quede nada. Y antes de ser el rey prefiero ser el bufón
para hacerte reír y estar cerca de ti. Y antes de ser el rey prefiero ser el bufón
para hacerte reír y estar cerca de ti. Una alcoba sombría que llora tu ausencia como una extraña. En esta constelación la luz ya no es tan veloz…
Cuando infectas mi sangre mi corazón se abre…
Mi corazón se abre… En esta constelación la luz ya no es tan veloz…
Cuando infectas mi sangre mi corazón se abre…
Al despertar es la copa vacía la que hoy te acompaña. Este es mi rincón donde el paso del tiempo desgasta mi aliento. En esta constelación la luz ya no es tan veloz…
Cuando infectas mi sangre mi corazón se abre…
Para hacerte reír… Esta cerca de ti…
Cuando infectas mi sangre mi corazón se abre…
Y antes de ser el rey prefiero ser el bufón
para hacerte reír y estar cerca de ti. En esta constelación la luz ya no es tan veloz…
Cuando infectas mi sangre mi corazón se abre…
Y antes de ser el rey prefiero ser el bufón
para hacerte reír y estar cerca de ti. Y mi estrella polar se perdió en el firmamento,
y por más que intento no la puedo encontrar. Y mi estrella polar se perdió en el firmamento,
y por más que intento no la puedo encontrar. Este es mi rincón donde el paso del tiempo desgasta mi aliento.

Planit Hank – Finish Him (feat. Styles P, Conway & Lil’ Fame)

Menagin with voodoo bitches, cookin’ coke in the cop crib
It comes home, I’ma kill again
Yes, I’m in it for the thrill again
Which rappers lookin’ to die, facts
[?] leave you flatters and eye pad
You can send them killers to my bed
Next time you speak to they folks, it’ll be the bypass
Cause I shoot fast and I drive fast
Makin’ fast money [?] this how the time pass
Catch ’em in the restaurant sthoot ’em right through the windglass
Couple keys ain’t no coke to me
[?] to get you poked for me
[Verse 2: Conway]
Look, you rap niggas not a threat at all
I don’t feel threatened at all
I’m ten steps ahead of y’all (nice)
In the booth I’m a wrecking ball
Weapon drawn, wig shot close with the pump
And knock your head up off your shoulders
Shooters sniffin’ coca up off a old 50’s
The game scared of me like the old 50
Clap two niggas with my old [?]
Now I got the stick that bitch hold 50
Smell that stinch comin’ from the bando
That’s how they found the pussy nigga and his man though
I had to make a exempel
Niggas thought it was a game, I ain’t playin’ though
Spanish plug, Alejandro
Send a OG from San Fernando
Shit is finna get real
Two back to your head your whole shit spilled

[Verse 3: Lil’ Fame]
Call me Fishroy De Mayo
Mafia style, end niggas careers
Hang ’em upside down, blood spillin’ propell
I been runnin’ these streets, long time [?]
Y’all niggas fucking with a killer straight loca
Flip a nigga house like a real estate broker
Far as the flow go, niggas know I been nice
My flow is crystal meth, you want them [?]
I did shows with Khaled he was screamin’ ‘we the best’
Came back to the hood niggas screamin’ ‘we depressed’
I know I’m still a back block nigga, leave a mess
My shit I’ll make a silverback gorilla beat his chest
Okay, that’s a full alarm blaze
Callin’ 9-1-1 that’s a hoe alarm blaze
Brooklyn, this how a downtown swinger swing
Ain’t nothing changed, y’all know what I bring [Intro: Styles P]
Yeah, Ghost, D-Block
Yeah
[Verse 1: Styles P]
Grimmin’ in the Reaper, drinking holy water after I smoke
Years to Ghost, cheated death
Met the devil and took a piss on his sneakers
Who these niggas think that they iller than?

24hrs – Extra X3

[Intro]
Twenty a boss, Twenty ain’t trippin’
This lifestle gettin’ extra
These diamonds that’s on me extra
Me and Apex goin’ extra
[Chorus]
Girl don’t be extra
Money on me extra
Designer on me extra
Everything on me extra
Extra, extra, extra, extra, extra, extra, extra
Extra, extra, extra, extra, extra, extra, extra
Extra, extra, extra, extra, extra, extra, extra
Extra, extra, extra, extra, extra, extra, extra
[Verse 1]
Shawty from Atlanta, she just got a new compressor
Buyin’ what she want, she know Twenty gon’ impress her
Garage look like a lot, I feel like a car collector
Girl take off your clothes, I’ma be your new inspector
Take off that Louis, baby, I’ll protect you now, lil’ baby
Put on these diamonds, baby, all my diamonds super crazy
Had to cut off all these niggas, they was extra crazy
Two of us, 30 days, I’m startin’ to miss you, lady

[Chorus]
Girl don’t be extra
This money on me extra
Designer on me extra
Everything on me extra
Extra, extra, extra, extra, extra, extra, extra
Extra, extra, extra, extra, extra, extra, extra
Extra, extra, extra, extra, extra, extra, extra
Extra, extra, extra, extra, extra, extra, extra
[Verse 2]
I had to find a new identity
And now I’m everything they wanna be
My Beamer smell like Keisha
I put shrooms on top my pizza
I hit money, swipe my Visa
I spent 20 on the sneakers
Extra money if they want me for the walkthrough
Extra money for these Margielas to walk through
[Chorus]
Girl don’t be extra
Money on me extra
Designer on me extra
Everything on me extra
Extra, extra, extra, extra, extra, extra, extra
Extra, extra, extra, extra, extra, extra, extra
Extra, extra, extra, extra, extra, extra, extra
Extra, extra, extra, extra, extra, extra, extra

24hrs – Queen

Ridin’ through Atlanta
Sippin’ dirty Fanta
[Verse 2]
Fuck me on your camera
Show me I’m the man
Show me I’m the man
Fight you with the hammer
Let me hit you with the hammer
She know she gettin’ lucky
She told me, "Choke me while you fuck me"
I turn her to a sleeper
She pull me in deeper
She screamin’ out, "Twenty"
She screamin’ out, "Twenty"

[Chorus]
Ridin’ through Atlanta
Sippin’ dirty Fanta
Ridin’ through Atlanta
Sippin’ dirty Fanta
Does he treat you like the queen…
Does he treat you like the queen that you are? Ridin’ through Atlanta
Sippin’ dirty Fanta
[Verse 1]
East Atlanta baby
She wanna have my baby
Frames from the 80’s
Wanna have my baby
Told her, told her, told her
[Bridge]
Does he treat you like the queen that you are? Ridin’ through Atlanta
Ridin’ through Atlanta
Sippin’ dirty Fanta
Does he treat you like the queen that you are? Does he treat you like the queen that you are? [Chorus]
Does he treat you like the queen that you are? Ridin’ through Atlanta
Ridin’ through Atlanta
Sippin’ dirty Fanta
Does he treat you like the queen that you are? Does he treat you like the queen that you are?

ASAP Twelvyy – Strapped

[Intro: A$AP Twelvyy, Sampha, & A$AP Rocky]
Window down and we’re caught in flight
Window down and we’re caught in flight
Window down and we’re caught in flight
You can let the breeze, let the breeze cool you
Yeah, shit fell up in my lap
I was sellin’ packs
I wouldn’t really worry ’bout no raps
I was movin’ straps
This is all facts (Way way back nigga)
Me and [Dame?] chargin’ to the max ’cause these monkeys on our back
Anything bling gettin’ snatched
[A$AP Rocky]
Nah nah nah nah nah nah, fuck that Twelv
Don’t talk these niggas, nah, now it’s time to show these niggas. Show these niggas like a movie, nigga! [Verse 1]
Yeah, this shit fell up in my lap
I was sellin’ packs
I wouldn’t really worry ’bout no raps
I was movin’ straps
This is all facts
Me and [Yame?] chargin’ to the max
Got these monkeys on our backs
Anything bling gettin’ snatched
If it’s what I’ve seen then it’s facts
You can ask who is on they ass, I was livin’ fast
Fuck a casket, had a mask and a automatic
One sec, no cameras no case
And every ghetto nigga pump strays
Had to duck a few, now I’m at the W
Prolly light up a few if I’m feeling comfortable
Paranoia got me watching all my friends
I make it out this hell I’ll never sin again
It’s probably a lie ’cause I’d do it all again
‘Cause everything I’ve done gave me fuel just to win
Gotta peep the vision

[Hook: Sampha]
If there’s a monster inside of here
Well I’m gonna keep it clear
I wish it would take all these things and go
There’s no more we need to know
We fade out
[Verse 2]
See Dave got shot, then he got locked up
Pootie got popped, then she got knocked up
I was on the block, shocked all rocked up
Narrow with the mark, robbin’ with some Glocks
Act super [?], hoppin’ out with choppers
Poppin’ like we poppin’ ’cause we got this city rockin’
Roaches ain’t an option
All this pain, all this fame, got me drinkin’ all this [paint?]
In the club to myself, thinkin’ bout the days I was stealth
I was in the hall raisin’ hell
Young twelv, frame a little frail but I had the belt
Loudmouth nigga but I’m down to make you belch
Highborn, rollin’ with the juveniles
Prolly woulda [shoot you now?], got a new groupie now
‘Cause Life’s a bitch, and I’m goin’ through it now
Everyday’s do or die, hesitate, lose a nail
[Hook: Sampha]
If there’s a monster inside of here
Well I’m gonna keep it clear
I wish it would take all these things and go
There’s no more we need to know
We fade out
If there’s a monster inside of here
Well I’m gonna keep it clear
I wish it would take all these things and go
There’s no more we need to know

Ar-Ab – No Smoke (feat. Velous)

[Hook- Velous]
Moving them keys like piano man
I get it straight off the boat
To the red light, green light my hitters ready to go
Just to whip around the foreign
I had to whip on the stove
Ask about us boy they really know
All they do is blow smoke
But they don’t want no smoke (no, no, no)
They don’t want no smoke
[AR-AB]
Made a million in that trap house
Count it all ’till I passed out
Woke up to another pile
Had ’em thinking I cashed out
King AB I run it, they rap I done it
Avatars in my pockets, talking bout blue hundreds
Put it all in the ceiling, too heavy for the mattress
40 laying on my dresser, two clips for the actors
NASCAR like vroom vroom, red light blow past ya
I was born for the drama, you don’t want no action
You don’t want no smoke, green light on go
I’ll rob the whole city ‘fore I go broke
Counted a hundred fifty off of snow
This time last year I was stuck at the stove

[Velous]
Moving them keys like piano man
I get it straight off the boat
To the red light, green light my hitters ready to go
Just to whip around the foreign
I had to whip on the stove
Ask about us boy they really know
All they do is blow smoke
But they don’t want no smoke (no, no, no)
They don’t want no smoke
[AR-AB]
Just me and my wrist, water whipping that kitchen
VisionWare on the stove, quarter brick in them dishes
About a half in that water, locking up when it swimming
All my hitters on post, ready set positions
FN no holster, we ain’t got no issues
Team full of killers, send them boys to come get you
Snatch you out that Bentley, who the fuck ya’ll kidding
I don’t play no balls, you know I run my city
Pulled up at a dice game, lost a half a ticket
All I know that thing got wiggy wiggy wiggy wiggy
God bless my hitters, knee deep in them trenches
All for the shoot king, aiming with precision
[Hook- Velous]
Moving them keys like piano man
I get it straight off the boat
To the red light, green light my hitters ready to go
Just to whip around the foreign
I had to whip on the stove
Ask about us boy they really know
All they do is blow smoke
But they don’t want no smoke (no, no, no)
They don’t want no smoke

Conway – Moroccan Waters (feat. Meyhem Lauren)

[Verse 1: Conway]
Look, fuck a shooter I keep a gun up in my reach
Fuck the talk, I drum a 100 when it’s beef
Sneak diss, we at your shows like a hundred niggas deep
Just to show niggas they don’t want it with the G
XFR, vest kevlar, get your chest wet nah
Nigga I’m aimin’ above it with this heat
My name buzzin’ so my budget just increased
Cause over Daringer production I’m a beast
The niggas in the hood lovin’ what I speak
Go tell ’em the real is back baby, them other niggas weak
Lately I been countin’ money In my sleep
Versace watches bitch a 100 for my [?]
You niggas want a deal so bad, you sign for any money
[?] still spending any money
I don’t need a nigga to lend me money
I had to come up like the DVD, now I can blow Fendi money
Goyard duffle full of blue bills
40 got two bodies on it but it was new still
Tell ’em niggas, I’m the truth still
Heat on my lap like my suits feel
Like my weed sour, I like my [?] chill
800 for the belt, talking blue steel
Wind shot, get your roof peeled
That’s your dude tell him chill
He ’bout to get him and you killed
Them old niggas just talkin’ cause they got lips
Nobody in the hurl respect you when you ain’t pop shit
You just another nobody thinkin’ he relevant
Talking and yelling shit, go fuck around and get his [?]
And get his shit push
You just a rapper boy, you just spit hooks
You don’t know how a brick look
Word up

[Verse 2: Meyhem Lauren]
Dirty looks will get your face [?] by a clean slap
Next step, pull a mean Mac nigga I mean that
Supreme rap, Dillinger speaks, killers in reach
Rock my chain on a [?] beach
Dressed up [?]
But if I orchestrate the attack you gettin’ splashed
Chrome rockets, foam posites, grown pockets
Niggas spray, rockin’ Cartier different optics
Silk shirt like I’m in the tropics
Whips spotless, grip profits
Hold on my clique got this
200 thousand on the re-up
Shootin’ dice y’all niggas wouldn’t put a G up
Me and my niggas pitch, bitch
You and your niggas snitch
Heard on top, you was atop every bottom bitch
And y’all ain’t ready for the turbulence
Poppin’ shit then you gotta proach ’til we ain’t heard you since
[?] just another Don, bitches love the rugged charm
Eat so much octopus I’m ’bout to grow another arm

Danny Brown – Lost

[Verse 1]
I’m like Kubrick
With 2 bricks
And hoes on the strip
Off a 2 piece
A toothpick I flick
And I preach
Bout how I’m a get this money out here up in the streets
In the Caddy Ron Isley on between in the sheets
And a way a nigga work make a grip in a week
I’m a chill with this freak
Sniff a gram and a half
Plus her pussy juicier than Shalamar curl bag
While she draw me a bath
Roll a blunt then passed
Giggled and jiggled her booty
Couldn’t do nothing but laugh
Credit cards separating
White lines on a mirror
Roll a 100 dollar bill
Now my sinus all clearer
Flat screen porn on
Watching Asa Akira
Nothing on but my pinky ring
Sniff when I get up
On the balcony drunk
Like the world is mine
Staggering inside with my robe untied

[Hook]
So fuck waiting round
Nigga I’m about to get it
Dog I’m tryna eat
So I’m staying in the kitchen
Hunched over the stove
Gotta water water whip it
Lost in the sauce but a nigga still stirring
Packing up them bags but a nigga ain’t tripping
Lost in the sauce but a nigga still dipping
Lost on the sauce but a nigga ain’t flipping
Cutting up the hard like the yard ain’t filling
[Verse 2]
I’m like Spielberg
With ill words and hoes on that curb
Gotta screw loose
I’m cuckoo
Mentally disturbed
But still smart enough
To hit this bitch wit a rubber
And with ya wrinkle pussy
Hoe can’t be ya lover
But I still get the head
If you swallow with bubbles
I’m a Linwood nigga I done traveled the world
Made a name for myself use to serve on the curb
Now my words worth a bird
I could front you a zip
Made a million in a year and I still ain’t trip
Bout to put my niggas on make a million for them
Show you that you can make it without acting like them
Do you lil nigga go out there and just get it
Gotta have a hardback
Because these niggas gon’ whip it
Do you lil nigga get up out there get it
Gotta have a hardback
Because these niggas gon’ whip it

[Hook]
So fuck waiting round
Nigga I’m about to get it
Dog I’m tryna eat
So I’m staying in the kitchen
Hunched over the stove
Gotta water water whip it
Lost in the sauce but a nigga still stirring
Packing up them bags but a nigga ain’t tripping
Lost in the sauce but a nigga still dipping
Lost on the sauce but a nigga ain’t flipping
Cutting up the hard like the yard ain’t filling

Echosmith – Goodbye

[Verse 1]
Try not to let the burn become a scar
What’s left of me is only broken parts
You take the pretty and color it dark
My only grievance is a broken heart
[Chorus]
When you finally find yourself
Tell him I said, tell him I said
When you finally find yourself
Tell him I said, tell him I said
"Goodbye"
"Goodbye"
[Verse 2]
You’re riding paper airplanes
Can’t see the string
You cover up the poison, with poetry
You traded roses and left me sorry
My only grievance is a broken dream
[Chorus]
When you finally find yourself
Tell him I said, tell him I said
When you finally find yourself
Tell him I said, tell him I said
"Goodbye"
"Goodbye"
"Goodbye"
"Goodbye"

[Bridge]
Ooh-oh-ooh
Tell him I said, tell him I said, ooh-oh-ooh
Tell him I said, tell him I said, ooh-oh-ooh
Tell him I said, tell him I said, ooh-oh-ooh
Tell him I said, tell him I said
[Chorus]
When you finally find yourself (find yourself)
Tell him I said, tell him I said
When you finally find yourself
Tell him I said, tell him I said
"Goodbye"
"Goodbye"
"Goodbye"
"Goodbye"
"Goodbye"

EXO – Ko Ko Bop

Hmm hmm
Shimmie shimmie Ko Ko Bop I think I like it
긴장은 Down down 부끄러 말고
어지러운 맘속에 내가 들어가
익숙한 듯 부드럽게 네게 번져 가
Ah woo 고요한 밤이야
Ah woo 널 위한 밤이야
참을 수가 없어 빠져 가 Yeah yeah
너의 몸짓에 난 취해 가 Yeah yeah
니가 알던 뻔한 모습의 나를 잊어 오늘
숨겨 둔 본능이 Shimmie up
It goes down down baby
리듬에 온몸을
It goes down down baby
[수/디] 맡기고 소리쳐
Oh oh oh 우린 Oh oh oh
We going Ko Ko Bop
Shimmie shimmie Ko Ko Bop I think I like it
조금씩 down down 수줍어 말고
누가 뭐래도 넌 신경 쓰지 말어
지금 이대로 아름답기만 해
멈춰 버렸음 해 Baby are you down
Ah woo 마지막 밤이야
Ah woo 둘만의 밤이야
긴장하지 말고 다가와 Yeah yeah
니 모든 걸 내게 맡겨 봐 Yeah yeah
점점 풀려 가는 고삐
더 내려놔 오늘
눈치 보지 말고 Shakin’ up
It goes down down baby
리듬에 온몸을
It goes down down baby
[수/첸] 맡기고 소리쳐
Oh oh oh 우린 Oh oh oh
Break it down now
We go down now
Listen
밤은 깊어도 더 빛나는 너
너의 그 눈빛이 다 내게 말해
기분 좋은 밤 넌 원하고 있어
알아 It’s ok 이제 시작해 (Let’s go)
It’s about to go go
Down down baby
리듬에 온몸을
It goes down down baby
[백/첸] 맡기고 소리쳐
Oh oh oh 우린 Oh oh oh
[첸/찬] Going Ko Ko Bop
Down down baby
귓가에 속삭여
It goes down down baby
[수/백] 내 맘을 불태워
Oh oh oh 미쳐 Oh oh oh
[백/카] Going Ko Ko Bop