Galena – Утешителна Награда

Все попадам на неподходящи-
в това ми е таланта! Празник е, но аз не съм до тебе,
трябва да си бъдеш вкъщи ти! Все на мен съдбата ми изпраща
най-тъжното от любовта. Обичат ви, желаят ви,
ала празниците не с вас празнуват! Не тръгвайте с женени,
не бъдете утешителна награда! Все попадам на неподходящи,
зная, че такъв си и ти. Не че за това те обвинявам-
радвам се на всеки миг с теб,
но никого не пожелавам това,
което чувствам аз! Боли от тази луда обич наш’та
сърцето ми, сърцето ми! Не тръгвайте с женени,
па макар и всичко в тях да страда. Макар да знам, че мислено си
с мене в сърцето ми болката крещи:
Не тръгвайте с женени,
самотата с вас да си лекуват.

Tozovac – Prazna Casa Na Mom Stolu

[Ref.]
Prazna casa na mom stolu
iz te case ti si pila
ako je sreca ispijena
nek’ bude casa razbijena. Aaaaaj, moje oci tebe traze
dok u casi vino drema
muzika mi pesmu svira
a ja patim sto te nema. Aaaaaj, kafana je puna sveta
svako se za pesmu sprema
tako zelim da si samnom
ali tebe samnom nema.

Oleg Gazmanov – Вперед, Россия!

Так было в России с далеких времен
Чем выше давление, тем крепче бетон
И если опасность державе грозит
Становится Родина, как монолит
В горниле победы сегодня как встарь
Опять закаляется Родины сталь
[Припев]
Россия, Россия — в этом слове огонь и сила
В этом слове победы пламя
Поднимаем России знамя
Россия, Россия — в этом слове огонь и сила
В этом слове победы пламя
Поднимаем России знамя
Пусть время нас бурным потоком несет
За нами Россия, за нами народ
Традиции святы и тысячи лет
Продолжится летопись наших побед
А если врагов налетит воронье
Их снова Отечество встретит мое
[Припев]
Россия, Россия — в этом слове огонь и сила
В этом слове победы пламя
Поднимаем России знамя
Россия, Россия — в этом слове огонь и сила
В этом слове победы пламя
Поднимаем России знамя
В этом слове источник силы
Повторяем -Вперед Россия
[Припев]
Россия, Россия — в этом слове огонь и сила
В этом слове победы пламя
Поднимаем России знамя
Россия, Россия — в этом слове огонь и сила
В этом слове победы пламя
Поднимаем России знамя

Panache! – Reincarnation

Kureru yuuhi ni subete somatteku
Anata omoikaeshiteru watashi
Boyakete shimau rinkaku nazori
Egao dake wo saisei suru
Aitai yo
Kuzurete iku koborete iku
Kiokutachi awa no you ni kiete iku
Hana ga maichiru yoru ni michita tsuki furiaoida
Hoho wo tsutau shizuku no riyuu wo oshiete
Kanau koto wo shinjita anata he no koigokoro ga
Seishi shita kuukan ni munashiku hibiku
Konna mirai wo dare ga omottarou
Anna ni soba ni ita no ni
Nakusu nante
Azayaka datta omoidetachi
Ironaku shi tomeru koto sura dekinai
Hi wo sematte yoru ga kite kakete yuku tsuki oshiete
Byoushin no oto dake ga hibikiwatatta
Suimen ni utsuru hoshi wa ano toki to onaji na no ni
Watashi no tonari ni ita anata wa inai
Sotto hitomi wo tojite yureru hana no koe wo kiku
Setsunasa ga nijimu uta wo utau
Soshite kurikaeshiteku
Hana ga maichiru yoru ni michita tsuki furiaoida
Hoho wo tsutau shizuku no riyuu wo oshiete
Kanau koto wo shinjita anata he no koigokoro ga
Seishi shita kuukan ni munashiku hibiku
Mata meguriau toki mo zutto soba ni ite hoshii
Nakushite mo shiawase na no afureru omoi
Anata wo omou toki wa michite kakeru tsuki no you ni
Nando mo koi ni ochiru susunde ikeru
Anata no soba made

Justine Skye – Heaven

I’ve been slowly fading, hmm
[Chorus]
You make me feel like heaven all the time
All the time, all the time, all the time, yeah
You make me feel like heaven all the time
All the time, all the time, all the time, yeah
You got me feeling like I’m finally here
But it’s no wonder you gon’ leave me hurt
‘Cause you make me feel like heaven all the time
All the time, all the time, all the time, yeah, yeah [Verse 1]
Whoever said I need a halo
To make it out alive
Don’t think I’ll ever be an angel
I’m floating in the sky, I might have never been this high
[Pre-Chorus]
Paradise ain’t for
When you got someone who lights your dark
[Chorus]
You make me feel like heaven all the time
All the time, all the time, all the time, yeah
You make me feel like heaven all the time
All the time, all the time, all the time, yeah
You got me feeling like I’m finally here
But it’s no wonder you gon’ leave me hurt
‘Cause you make me feel like heaven all the time
All the time, all the time, all the time, yeah
[Verse 2]
I always feel like I’m forsaken
With you I feel saved, yeah
My heart has always hit the pavement
I’ve never been a saint but maybe that’ll change

[Pre-Chorus]
Paradise ain’t for (ain’t for, no)
When you got someone who lights your dark (lights your dark)
[Chorus]
You make me feel like heaven all the time
All the time, all the time, all the time, yeah
You make me feel like heaven all the time
All the time, all the time, all the time, yeah
You got me feeling like I’m finally here
But it’s no wonder you gon’ leave me hurt
‘Cause you make me feel like heaven all the time
All the time, all the time, all the time, yeah
[Bridge]
Slowly fading, drifting deeper
Take me home, I’ve waited for this moment
Don’t you know that love still catch you any far? Don’t you know that love shots better in the dark?

Dave East – On God

I ain’t got to pull it out, I throw this shit right through my hoodie
I be on the stage with the fully
I got grams all in my pocket
Getting jail calls from bully
30 side trapping, I’ll never forget bush
Cocaine on my side forever gone get cooked
Promoter with the Yolla forever gone get booked
Kidnapped ’em for that paper
Whoever gone get took, on God
Threw my hood up on the freshman cover
Real niggas by me, I can’t stand next to suckers
I just found out Gucci got a leather bubble
Go to sleep with my chain on
I need an extra cover

I’m the one [?] Lex coupe
Jump out in a sweat suit
Hoodie strings tied tight
Run up i’ma stretch you
The plug tried to call me
Hanged up like imma text you
I’ll be on my own shit
I don’t care what the rest do
These niggas be coffin
Don’t be shocked if they arrest you
Bullets like you going scuba diving
Get a wetsuit
These niggas be thinking them the best
Shit, I’m the best too
Fuck who got the best crew
Stand still when the tech move
Drake you my nigga but this penthouse got the best views
Flush out the product
And wash my hands like it’s a restroom
Ddb wilding like DC styling that’s my best goon
The levels of power teach you don’t let ’em know your next move
Imma motivate the streets if I don’t do nothing else
Hit my old bitch, she said young boy you something else
I’m here for the money for the cash
I don’t want nothing else
I do it for the struggle and all the pain that my mother felt
Now I’ll just be blowing money
I just bought another belt
Feds had the block hot, I thought I was gonna melt
I was 17 when I found out how that money felt
Everybody had grams that shit made me want to sell
I’ma motivate the streets if I don’t do nothing else
Hit my old bitch, she said young boy you something else
I’m here for the money for the cash
I don’t want nothing else
I do it for the struggle and all the pain that my mother felt
Now I just be blowing money
I just bought another belt
Feds had the block hot, I thought I was gonna melt
I was 17 when I found out how that money felt
Everybody had grams that shit made me want to sell
On God

[Outro]
That shit made me want to sell
Everybody had grams
That shit made me want to sell
I’ma motivate the streets
If I don’t do nothing else
Everybody had grams
That shit made me want to sell What’s goodie? [Verse]
My niggas got grams, my bitches got checks
Just counted another hundred
You niggas look stressed
Imma smoke a pound and bring down the rest
Niggas iffy got my glizzy, I just found a vest
I pray to god that I don’t die tonight
We gone make somebody cry tonight
Them niggas with you they ain’t riding right
Ain’t got no time to hate on nobody I got a life
Bitch I’m on the Forbes list for real
Mazzetti or the Porche just to chill
Honestly, I could have bought niggas deals
Traumatized I know how a corpse really feel
I stand over your casket make sure that you gone
We flocked and run in houses when nobody home
If you put out a hit, they gone copy your song
If you diss me on a record we follow you home
Uh, what it do?

Nik Kershaw – I Won’t Let The Sun Go Down On Me

Forty winks in the lobby, make mine a G&T
Then to our favorite hobby, searching for an enemy
Here in our paper houses, stretching for miles and miles
Old men in stripy trousers rule the world with plastic smiles
Good or bad, like it or not
It’s the only one we’ve got
I won’t let the sun go down on me
I won’t let the sun go down
I won’t let the sun go down on me
I won’t let the sun go down
Mother nature isn’t in it, three hundred million years
Goodbye in just a minute, gone forever, no more tears
Pinball man, power glutton, vacuum inside his head
Forefinger on the button, is he blue or is he red
Break your silence if you would
Before the sun goes down for good
I won’t let the sun go down on me
I won’t let the sun go down
I won’t let the sun go down on me
I won’t let the sun go down
I won’t let the sun go down on me
I won’t let the sun go down
I won’t let the sun go down on me
I won’t let the sun go down
I won’t let the sun go down on me
I won’t let the sun go down

Leo Ieiri – Relax

Machi no hitogomi no naka de
Dare mo kare mo ga tsumannai kao wo shiteru
You ni mieru no wa kitto watashi no sei ne
Nandemo naru you ni naru you na
Kanji wo zujou no kyodai na MONITAA ga utau
Mimi ni mo hairanai kara
Sotto watashi wo tsuredashite
Hoshizora to kotoba to NEON
Kataribe wa anata ga ii
Ima sugu ima sugu ni
Machi tsudzukete ita no
Tenohira ga hora tsumetai
Relax Relax Relax Relax
Demo ochitsuku nante muri yo
Machi no hitogomi no naka wo
Anata no senaka ni notte teikuu hikou shite
Nandaka betsu no kuni ni iru mitai na kibun
Dare hitori oitsuku koto ga dekinai
Anata wa ichimankai no KISU wo suru
Subete wasure arai nagashi
Marude tsuyoi ARUKOORU mitai ni
Kitto watashi wo tsuredasu wa
Bachigai na iro ni naru
Izure wa sameru yoi demo
Ima sugu ima sugu ni
Doko he demo yukeru yo
Tenohira wa anata no mono
Relax Relax Relax Relax
Hora ochitsuku nante muri yo
Up Up Up hoshi ni te ga tsuita (yozora)
Down Down Down anata to yoko ni naru (kusamura de)
Up Up Up hoshi ni te ga tsuita (furete)
Stay Stay Stay konya mo mata (soba ni ite)
Sotto watashi wo tsuredashite
Monogatari no PEEJI wo
Te wo soe mekutte yo
Ima sugu ima sugu ni
Namida ga dete kuru wa
Subete ga anata no mono
Relax Relax Relax Relax
Dame ochitsuku nante muri yo

21 Savage & Metro Boomin – Pause

[Intro]
Aye
Hunnid K spent on a whip
Hunnid K spent on a whip
Hunnid K spent on a whip
Young Metro
Hunnid K spent on a whip, Metro
Hunnid K spent on a whip, Metro
If young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you
[Hook]
Hunnid K spent on a whip, pause
Hunnid K spent on my bitch, pause
Hunnid K spent in the VIP, pause
Pause
Whipping up dope in the pot, pause
30 round clip on my Glock, pause
Pull up then somebody shot, pause
Pause
[Verse 1]
Niggas callin’ 12, yeah, niggas callin’ 12 (21)
We keep it in the street (bitch), we don’t want your ass in jail (bitch)
I got clientele (skrrt) off that triple beam scale (skrrt)
Got his ass killed tryna run off with a bale (21)
I just spent 15 hunnid on a belt (belt)
15 hunnid on my main bitch hair (21)
Yeah I’m real right, I took a oath not to tell
If you try the gang, we gon’ shoot you like Adele (pop-pop-pop)
I was runnin’ up with fifties, man, one-five for a fifty, man
I got a four hunnid, man, AK hold a hunnid, man
AK hold two hunnid, man, pull up in a mini-van (ooh)
Suckin’ on her titties, man, she gon’ fuck me an’ my man (what?)
I just walked up out the bank, fold my money, bitch, I can’t
I just drunk a hunnid pints, I just smoked a pound of dank

[Refrain]
Yeah, pause, yeah, pause
Yeah-yeah, pause, yeah, pause
Yeah-yeah, pause, yeah, pause
Wow, pause, wow, pause
[Verse 2]
Hit the dope, pause (skrrt)
Hit your ho, pause (skrrt)
Whip the bowl, pause (skrrt)
Rob the stove, pause (skrrt)
That was back in the day (the day)
But I still walk ’round with K’s (the Ks)
But I still catch me a case (a case)
Shot to the head, to the face (the face)
Bitch, I’m gon’ stay in your place (your place)
Bitch, I might nut on your face (your face)
Bitch, I might nut on your buddy (your buddy)
Bitch, ain’t no lovin’, no cuddlin’ (no cuddlin’)
Bitch, I’m gon’ shoot like I’m Butler (Butler, pow)
Young Savage shoot like D Rose, pause
Young Savage cuffin’ these hoes, (nah)
I ain’t got nothin’ but dick (but balls)
I be on syrup like i cough
Young Metro know that he hot, sauce
Wanna see me, then it’s gon’ cost
Went from the projects to a loft
Since I was young, I done broke laws
Since I was young, I done broke jaws
She suck the dick like she got four jowls
Bitch I’m a dog with no pause

[Refrain]
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Hol’ up, bitch, hol’ up
What you talkin’ bout? Bitch, bitch, it ain’t ’bout no check
Bitch, bitch, I don’t wanna hear that shit
Bitch, bitch, Young Savage in this bitch, bitch
Bitch, trynna nut on all on your main bitch
Bitch, bitch, I’m still with the gang, bitch
Bitch, better stay in your lane, bitch
[Outro]
Yeah, better stay in your lane, ho
Ayy, I got gas like Rainbow
Ayy, I got choppers like Rambo
Ayy, they just freed my nigga, Rambo
Ayy, Slaughter Gang, bitch, and we got ammo
Ayy, I don’t wear no mother-fuckin’ camo
Ayy, I just bought a mother-fuckin’ Lambo’
Ayy, I just popped the roof and popped the [?]
Fuck it, keep all that shit

6ix9ine – Keke (feat. Fetty Wap & A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie)

[Intro: 6ix9ine]
Scum Gang! [Chorus: 6ix9ine]
I be on the block on the regular
With my niggas busting at the cops, on the regular
Bitches sucking dick, giving top, on the regular
Catch me water whipping straight drop, on the regular
Yeah you know I run up with the shit on the regular
Bare faced, I’ma hit a lick, on the regular
Posted with the drop, gun cocked, on the regular
Yeah I’m 6ix9ine with the nine, on the regular
[Verse 1: 6ix9ine]
Niggas want war yeah, kick the door yeah
Niggas want the sauce, yeah, shake ’em off yeah
I’m still in the hood yeah, bussin’ juggs yeah
Rollin’ through the city, yeah, with my niggas yeah
Niggas want that bitch back, I don’t chit-chat
Rubber band, click clack, blow your shit back
Baby I ain’t a hot boy, Imma block boy
Roll up to the block, make him Diddy Bop nigga
[Verse 2: Fetty Wap]
Nigga we be busting at the opps, on the regular
Nigga we be ducking from the cops, on the regular
Bitches sucking dick and giving top, on the regular
Shit that’s on my wrist, it cost a lot, it ain’t regular
Nigga if you schemin’ for my spot it ain’t regular
Someone be controllin’ from the top on the regular
You can get the money when you die, it ain’t regular
Nigga with me ready to die on the regular
Pull up to the door yeah, get on the floor yeah
Pull up, we gon’ shoot, checkin’ out the store yeah
Different colored coupes, money on the floor yeah
And I got the juice, drippin’, drippin’ sauce, yeah
Pull up to the door yeah, get on the floor yeah
Pull up, we gon’ shoot, checkin’ out the store yeah
Different colored coupes, money on the floor yeah
And I got the juice, drippin’, drippin’ sauce, yeah
And they know what we’re all about
[?] drip ’til we stop
Let a nigga drip in his socks
Makin’ money flip for the mob

[Verse 3: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Fuck it up, I fuck it up, hum yeah
Smack a lot, I smack a lot, hum yeah
I hit it on the tour bus, hum yeah
If I’m a player, you a slut, ooh yeah
I told my .38 "I love you,"
That my baby, when I pull up she pull up, too
See the, Hermes on the buckle ooh, then I
Light a band, on the duffle ooh yeah
Leave ’em wetter, make it rain, nigga
Put the thirty to your motherfuckin’ brain nigga, uh
I run around with the same niggas
Same niggas that’ll take a nigga chain, nigga

Zoey Dollaz – Mula (Remix) (feat. Lil Wayne)

Only stickin’ with my day ones
Yeah, my bros (Mula)

[Chorus: Zoey Dollaz]
I cheated on my girl with a bitch named Mula (yeah)
Took her to the mall, then I took her to the jeweller (yeah)
I might fuck around, then go put her in the bank (yeah)
When you gettin’ money, give a fuck ’bout what they think (yeah)
Like oh woah, oh, oh, oh
Cheated on my girl with a bitch named Mula
Like oh woah, oh, oh, oh
Cheated on my girl with a bitch named Mula (yeah)
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I cheated on my girl with a bitch named Mula
Mula on my mind, on my mind, brain tumor
So addicted to her, faithful and restricted to her
I know she been around but a lot of niggas blew her
I’ma take good care of her
Make sure you aware of her
Put her on the table, break her down like a skeleton
Sippin’ on the gelatin
Smokin’ on the melatin
It’s just me and my girlfriend, Makaveli-in’
I told wifey she too pricey
And then I went got icy
A nigga get poltergeist-y for the Breitling
If you baller blocking, invite me
I cheated on my girl, she still recuperating
It’s Weezy Baby and Mula
But our friends call us Mula Baby
I’m gone

[Chorus: Zoey Dollaz]
I cheated on my girl with a bitch named Mula (yeah)
Took her to the mall, then I took her to the jeweller (yeah)
I might fuck around, then go put her in the bank (yeah)
When you gettin’ money, give a fuck ’bout what they think (yeah)
Like oh woah, oh, oh, oh
Cheated on my girl with a bitch named Mula
Like oh woah, oh, oh, oh
Cheated on my girl with a bitch named Mula (yeah)
[Outro: Zoey Dollaz]
Cheated on my girl with a bitch named Mula (yeah)
Cheated on my girl with a bitch named Mula (yeah) When I was broke? [Intro: Zoey Dollaz]
Got that Remedy, yeah
Cheated on my girl with a bitch named Mula
[Chorus: Zoey Dollaz]
I cheated on my girl with a bitch named Mula (yeah)
Took her to the mall, then I took her to the jeweller (yeah)
I might fuck around, then go put her in the bank (yeah)
When you gettin’ money, give a fuck ’bout what they think (yeah)
Like oh woah, oh, oh, oh
Cheated on my girl with a bitch named Mula
Like oh woah, oh, oh, oh
Cheated on my girl with a bitch named Mula (yeah)
[Verse 1: Zoey Dollaz]
I done fell in love, with some money (yeah, some money)
I done left my girl, I ain’t sorry (yea, sorry)
Nigga, think about when I was broke (yeah, I’m broke)
Fuck that, I ain’t goin’ back no more (yeah, no more)
Fuck around and found some dope (some dope)
I ain’t finna hit no licks no more (no more)
I’ma take Mula to the jeweller
Diamonds on my neck, freezin’ like a cooler
Like woah, woah, damn my nigga, froze
Nigga, gettin’ money now (money now)
Look at all these hoes (hoes)
Where the fuck, was you was at?

YFN Lucci – Street Kings (feat. Meek Mill)

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Uh, young street nigga tryin’ make some millions
I know you hear me but you gotta feel me
These niggas talk about it but they never did shit
And we ain’t really smelling that shit
When you made it out the slums then you the trillest
Running with yo’ day ones, yeah, you the realest
Uh, I know you hear me but you gotta feel me
Young street nigga tryin’ make some millions
[Verse 1: YFN Lucci]
Uh, know I’m from the projects
In the hood know I still got on all my shit
100k on my neck
Die for my respect
Tryin’ ride on the kid, fuck around and wreck
Play you, die, you next
Uh, true number one got ’em upset
I’ve been on my young fly shit since a lil’ jet, true shit
A whole lot of broomsticks what we move with
Don’t be jumping in shit you ain’t got nothin’ to do with
Sweep yo’ block like a house sweep, y’all all sweet
Never been the type to call all beef, don’t call me
Nigga talkin’ ’bout he gon’ off me, they lost me
They tryin’ do me like Jeezy, they tryin’ cross me
I’ma give a nigga the full clip ’til it’s all E
After bloodshed ain’t no sorry, I’m sorry
We was all broke now we all kings
Gotta get the fuck up out the hood by any means
We all G’s

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Uh, young street nigga tryin’ make some millions
I know you hear me but you gotta feel me
These niggas talk about it but they never did shit
And we ain’t really smelling that shit
When you made it out the slums then you the trillest
Running with yo’ day ones, yeah, you the realest
Uh, I know you hear me but you gotta feel me
Young street nigga tryin’ make some millions
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Shout out my niggas that stayed down
That’s why they still with me I came up
Got some money and look what they sayin’ now
But they tell you them niggas stand up, I manned up
And I turned a dollar to a thousand, turned a thousand to a million, moved my mom’s to public housing
Had to put her in that mansion, for the hood I got a Audi
And they tell me that I’m losin’, man you niggas fuckin’ wildin’
When they killed Lil’ Snupe, I took a L
Young trap niggas from the bottom, we prevailed
We had got expelled before they taught us how to spell
We ain’t never go to math but knew them numbers on that scale
Busting’ bricks sellin’ bails, I ain’t never tell
Only thing a nigga takin’ from me is a shell
Hood of broken dreams, we was to raising hell
If you was from my hood, then you would never get a cell
Fuck nigga! [Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Uh, young street nigga tryin’ make some millions
I know you hear me but you gotta feel me
These niggas talk about it but they never did shit
And we ain’t really smelling that shit
When you made it out the slums then you the trillest
Running with yo’ day ones, yeah, you the realest
Uh, I know you hear me but you gotta feel me
Young street nigga tryin’ make some millions

Marlo – Thinking Out Loud

[Intro]
Bring that money counter baby
I’m just thinking out loud
I’m just thinking out loud
[Chorus]
I’m having thoughts in my head, it’s only one way to get this bread
Throwing rocks at the feds, fuck the narcs and the pigs
I’ma get money by any means necessary
I got a big load, I gotta carry
I hope I miss the drought in February
These niggas gon’ be down, it’s never worried
And I hope you niggas know I’m never worried
I take a perc then I please all my pain
Got me walking through the mud and the rain
I feel my soul going through my damn veins
I’m just thinking out loud
Got my head to the cloud
I wish C could see me now
I know he’d be proud
I scream free Lil Tay
I wish he were still here
And I’m lowkey sharing the Rari whippin’, yeah
[Verse 1]
And I do this for my Bourne Home niggas
I know we still the realest
And my hood birthed a whole lot of killers
And I still wish that Lo was still living
And we still say that he the king nigga
So it’s shouts out to Lo, he my nigga
And I’m still repping NDC nigga
You know I’m still NDC nigga
You know I’m down to ride for my niggas
You know I’m down to slide with my niggas
I don’t give a fuck ’bout none nigga, yeah

[Chorus]
I’m having thoughts in my head, it’s only one way to get this bread
Throwing rocks at the feds, fuck the narcs and the pigs
I’ma get money by any means necessary
I got a big load, I gotta carry
I hope I miss the drought in February
These niggas gon’ be down, it’s never worried
And I hope you niggas know I’m never worried
I take a perc then I please all my pain
Got me walking through the mud and the rain
I feel my soul going through my damn veins
I’m just thinking out loud
Got my head to the cloud
I wish C could see me now
I know he’d be proud
I scream free Lil Tay
I wish he were still here
And I’m lowkey sharing the Rari whippin’, yeah
[Verse 2]
They gave bird a long time for that iron
He didn’t snitch on none nigga, he took his time
He stood up like a man and took the ride
And I’m still thinkin’ about how Marlo died
AndI answer for my question deep inside
And that nigga Black Dog he one thousand
And a nigga Steve took off project housing
Put the bricks all in the wall and the house
So you know them birds flying down South
Came up in the game, my frown
Get in by the time it’s goin’ down

[Chorus]
I’m having thoughts in my head, it’s only one way to get this bread
Throwing rocks at the feds, fuck the narcs and the pigs
I’ma get money by any means necessary
I got a big load, I gotta carry
I hope I miss the drought in February
These niggas gon’ be down, it’s never worried
And I hope you niggas know I’m never worried
I take a perc then I please all my pain
Got me walking through the mud and the rain
I feel my soul going through my damn veins
I’m just thinking out loud
Got my head to the cloud
I wish C could see me now
I know he’d be proud
I scream free Lil Tay
I wish he were still here
And I’m lowkey sharing the Rari whippin’, yeah

Lloyd Banks – Mighty Healthy Freestyle

[Intro]
You know who the fuck it is
2018
Two thousand and make cream
At Your Request
[Verse: Lloyd Banks & Ghostface Killah]
Masked up on my last case
Figured no face, no karma
Throwin’ salt at me
Prefer my shade by Dolce Gabbana
Rideable, bet the [?] and kinda rotation out of Stamford
Nothin’ fall for anything
Prada replace the dollar
Havin’ 70s gettin’ bent out of shape and I’m a tip-top
Want this shit? Brave pilot
You makin’ moves? Gotta fight to get on like Love & Hip Hop
Mary Jane’ll tie me up, fell in love with the Ziploc
I done seen your true colors for green niggas to flip-flop
Hope you take your best shot followed by something tragic
Have to show you Cs and I’ll spit in your face like a battle rapper
Shit, I only hit the weed slow, came up a rabbit clapper
Prayed on the God, glow and he gave it to me, tabernacle
Never really like [?], hate you, know to my next feed
Baguette sleeve
A loyal my begger’s my pet peeve
Time for me to jet, heavy time on the jet skis
The dopest supplier, you trippin’ to let the connect leave
Audacity dissin’ veterans puttin’ up tanking and numbers
Ain’t no deuce deuce in yo’ boot, them fuckin’ ankle huggers
When we hug these mics we get busy
I’m thinkin’ "Who is he?"
A stupid motherfucker [?] smooth and dumping free work all over to feed the customers
Settin’ the soundtrack for the realer kind of greatest hustlers
Haters to fuel up the fire, doubters to act astounded
Smoke for the watches, gorilla glue with the wax around it
Dollars to rev up the ops and ammo to back them down with
Double bottoms for ass kickin’, the black and brown shits
Certifications debatable, take a fall stay quiet
Your fan base ain’t gone save you, you hit the floor stage divin’
Fire trail from me flying
You takin’ off? Stay silent
You crossed the crew’s gray island
Don’t box me into your categories I’m alien
Them records, I hear nothin’ but fear in ’em
Break a chair on ’em
I see a nigga dye one more color I disappear again
Y’all breedin’ bitches
My blade give a cesarean
I give it everything I had, another high speed choice
Thinkin’ "what more do you want from me?" in Tyrese voice
All we do is make a it stack the homicide green boys
Unnecessary altercations keep the concrete moist
I hate makin’ shit, disciplinary though
Limited edition lab coat, Louie Supreme collabo’

[Outro]
For every blow, depends on breath control
So it’s the first thing you must learn
Fortunately it’s easy
You’ll soon learn

Lil Pump – Trap Jumpin (feat. Juicy J)

[Intro: Lil Pump]
Ayy, ayy
Ayy, got the trap jumpin’
Ooh, ayy, yeah
[Chorus: Lil Pump & (Juicy J)]
Got the trap jumpin’, got the trap jumpin’
Got the trap jumpin’, got the trap jumpin’
Got the trap jumpin’, got the trap jumpin’
Got the trap jumpin’, got the trap jumpin’
Made one phone call, got the trap jumpin’
Made two phone calls, got the trap jumpin’
Made three phone calls, got the trap jumpin’
Made four phone calls, got the trap jumpin’
Trap goin’ stupid, trap goin’ stupid
Trap goin’ stupid, trap goin’ stupid
Goddamn, ooh, trap goin’ stupid
Trap goin’ stupid, trap goin’ stupid
Yuh, ayy, trap goin’ stupid
Trap goin’ stupid, trap goin’ stupid
Yuh (yeah), trap goin’ stupid (yeah)
Trap goin’ stupid (yeah), trap goin’ stupid
(Let’s get it)
[Verse: Juicy J]
Yeah, I count my own money
Yeah, I ain’t ever been no dummy (no dummy)
Movin’ them Ps, let me be
That shit sweet like honey (shit sweet)
Yeah, trap goin’ stupid, don’t be foolish
Don’t try to stay at home, I do this (don’t do it)
Whole bread, I got new shit (new shit)
My wrist cost me two whips (cash)
I ain’t ever been no fool (no fool)
Always fed my crew (my niggas)
I’m from the jungle, them wolves don’t eat
Then they might turn on you (we eat)
Nigga, I paid my dues (dues)
Nigga can’t clock my moves (uh-uh)
It look like a Bar Mitzvah on my neck
I’m rockin’ so many jewels
Made one phone call, now I gotta load in
Twenty-four hours, trap still open
How you gettin’ money all day if you’re closin’? Kick all the good girls out, let the hoes in
Damn, ooh, this what I do
I can teach you some shit you can’t learn in school
Drop it in the pot, let it steam, let it brew
Same old Juice, it ain’t nuttin’ new
I just

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Got the trap jumpin’, got the trap jumpin’
Got the trap jumpin’, got the trap jumpin’
Got the trap jumpin’, got the trap jumpin’
Got the trap jumpin’, got the trap jumpin’
Made one phone call, got the trap jumpin’
Made two phone calls, got the trap jumpin’
Made three phone calls, got the trap jumpin’
Made four phone calls, got the trap jumpin’
Trap goin’ stupid, trap goin’ stupid
Trap goin’ stupid, trap goin’ stupid
Goddamn, ooh, trap goin’ stupid
Trap goin’ stupid, trap goin’ stupid
Yuh, ayy, trap goin’ stupid
Trap goin’ stupid, trap goin’ stupid
Yuh, trap goin’ stupid
Trap goin’ stupid, trap goin’ stupid