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na puchu Tere bare sawal Ab koi, jo hua mere sath uska ilaj na koi, tu Galat ya sahi iski talash si rahi, hote hue bhi kahu, Teri Parwa hi nahi, Dil ke shor me doob rahi hai har baat, yaadon ki raakh me jal rahi hai har raat, tujhse jake bhi door, tujhse na hua juda, par ab na lautunga, ye kasam rakhi hai maine kha, par sach toh yeh hại, jhooth bolta hu mai, tere bina bhi tujhme hi khoya rehta hu mai, chaha ke bhi tujh tak na laut paya, mohabbat thi par shayad kismat na aaya. tu door sahi, par yaadon mein hai zinda, yaad karke lamhe na jane q hota hu sharminda, tha bharosa tujh pr, tu hi Mera guroor, Jaan e Jana aisa Kya hua, sapne hue choor na puchu Tere bare sawal Ab koi, jo hua mere sath uska ilaj na koi, tu Galat ya sahi iski talash si rahi, hote hue bhi kahu, Teri Parwa hi nahi sath tere beetta tha mera har din sunehra, abh din, din se raat, fir ho jata hal savera, ninde bhi abh mujhse hone lagi hai khafa, kahe Mera Dil na mai aur tu hai bewafa Kash paa lu tujhe firse, soch lagta hai, darr khyal aata hai cheeze repeat hone lagi,agar I know tu bhi Rehti hongi Khush mere bina, mai bhi lagbhag shikh Raha hu jina tera bina, na puchu Tere bare sawal Ab koi, jo hua mere sath uska ilaj na koi, tu Galat ya sahi iski talash si rahi, hote hue bhi kahu, Teri Parwa hi nahi,

Yo, Karl, we ain't so different, let me make that clear, We both seek progress, wealth, and no more fear. Division of labor? Man, that’s my creed, But you want workers united—same goal, different speed. Smith, I see you—markets gotta move, But we both hate kings, that much is true. We preach production, but I see your flaw, Your "invisible hand" ain't helping the poor at all! Laissez-faire, let the market run free, Supply and demand bring prosperity. Competition breeds innovation, that’s the key, Not your five-year plans and misery! You talk of markets, but I see distress, Workers suffer while the rich oppress. From each by ability, to each by need, Not profits for a few while the masses bleed! Free trade, free minds, economies grow, With capitalism, Europe will glow! Wealth of Nations ain't just a book, It's the blueprint to keep Europe's outlook shook! Nah, stability? You got it wrong, When the workers rise, they’ll sing this song! Class struggle ends when the people unite, No more kings, no more bosses—just workers’ might! Communism’s a dream, but history’s real, Your revolutions fail—what’s the deal? From Lenin to Mao, they all fell through, Your system breeds famine—what you gonna do? Your capitalism’s cold, greed runs wild, Exploiting the workers while the rich stack piles! Boom and bust—your cycle’s a joke, Recessions hit, and the poor stay broke!

Yo, Karl, we ain't so different, let me make that clear, We both seek progress, wealth, and no more fear. Division of labor? Man, that’s my creed, But you want workers united—same goal, different speed. Smith, I see you—markets gotta move, But we both hate kings, that much is true. We preach production, but I see your flaw, Your "invisible hand" ain't helping the poor at all! Laissez-faire, let the market run free, Supply and demand bring prosperity. Competition breeds innovation, that’s the key, Not your five-year plans and misery! You talk of markets, but I see distress, Workers suffer while the rich oppress. From each by ability, to each by need, Not profits for a few while the masses bleed! Free trade, free minds, economies grow, With capitalism, Europe will glow! Wealth of Nations ain't just a book, It's the blueprint to keep Europe's outlook shook! Nah, stability? You got it wrong, When the workers rise, they’ll sing this song! Class struggle ends when the people unite, No more kings, no more bosses—just workers’ might! Communism’s a dream, but history’s real, Your revolutions fail—what’s the deal? From Lenin to Mao, they all fell through, Your system breeds famine—what you gonna do? Your capitalism’s cold, greed runs wild, Exploiting the workers while the rich stack piles! Boom and bust—your cycle’s a joke, Recessions hit, and the poor stay broke!

na puchu Tere bare sawal Ab koi, jo hua mere sath uska ilaj na koi, tu Galat ya sahi iski talash si rahi, hote hue bhi kahu, Teri Parwa hi nahi, (confirmed) Dil ke shor me doob rahi hai har baat, yaadon ki raakh me jal rahi hai har raat, tujhse jake bhi door, tujhse na hua juda par ab na lautunga, ye kasam rakhi hai maine kha, par sach toh yeh hai, jhooth bolta hu mai, tere bina bhi tujhme hi khoya rehta hu mai. chaha ke bhi tujh tak na laut paya, mohabbat thi par shayad kismat na aaya, tu door sahi, par yaadon mein hai zinda, yaad karke lamhe na jane q hota hu sharminda, tha bharosa tujh pr, tu hi Mera guroor, Jaan e Jana aisa Kya hua, sapne hue choor na puchu Tere bare sawal Ab kol, jo hua mere sath uska ilaj na koi, tu Galat ya sahi iski talash si rahi, hote hue bhi kahu, Teri Parwa hi nahi,

Golden arches callin’ my name, Late night cravings, drownin’ my shame. Extra fries, double cheese, oh I need that, One more bite, no regrets, can’t leave that. [Pre-Chorus] Drippin’ like that Five Guys grease, Every bite’s a masterpiece. Diet? Nah, I let it slide, I’ll take my food deep-fried! [Chorus] If I gotta go, make it worth my while, Burger in my hands, sauce drippin’ wild. Take that last bite, don’t need no goodbye, If I die, I’ll die with a smile! [Verse 2] Pizza box stacked to the ceiling, Mozzarella stretchin’, got me feelin’— Like I’m floating, like a dream, Slurpee sippin’ red and green! [Pre-Chorus] Drippin’ like that Five Guys grease, Every bite’s a masterpiece. Taco Bell at 2 AM, I’d do it all again! [Chorus - Repeat] If I gotta go, make it worth my while, Burger in my hands, sauce drippin’ wild. Take that last bite, don’t need no goodbye, If I die, I’ll die with a smile! [Bridge] Mac & cheese flowin’ like a waterfall, Chili dog heaven, I’ma risk it all! Crispy, crunchy, melty delight, One more bite and I’ll see the light! [Outro] If this is the end, then let it be, Drowned in flavors, set me free! Calories high, but life’s worthwhile, If I die, I’ll die with a smile! 😋🔥

Bài rap: "Cặc Khánh" (Hook) Cặc Khánh bự, cặc Phong nhỏ, nhưng mà cặc vẫn có, Tao thì bự nhất hội, đứng trên đỉnh mà không lo. Ai mà lồn tao, kệ mẹ, cứ việc mà đi, Vì tao có cặc Khánh, tình anh em vẫn khắc ghi! (Verse 1) Khánh cặc tao to, chắc nó thương tao lắm, Phong hơi nhỏ chút, nhưng vẫn góp chút âm thầm. Tao thì bá chủ, cặc rộng lớn như vũ trụ, Ghét tao thì kệ mẹ, tao cứ việc chill đủ! (Verse 2) Đường đời có lắm thằng lồn, tao không thèm care, Cặc tao vững như đá, không cần phải share. Anh em có cặc nhau, tình nghĩa vẫn tràn đầy, Sống chill, sống chất, cứ để đời bay! (Outro) Cặc Khánh, cặc Phong, cặc tao vẫn đứng top, Ai lồn tao thì biến, đừng có mà fake talk. Cặc to, cặc nhỏ, quan trọng là có, Và tao vẫn king, không cần phải lo!

🍚 Ris & Kylling 🍗 (Vers 1) Jeg elsker ris, og jeg spiser det hver dag, Blød og dampet, det’ den bedste smag! Lidt sojasovs og kylling dertil, Så er mit måltid lige som jeg vil! (Omkvæd) Ris og kylling, bedste par, Spiser det til morgen, middag, aften – klar! Lidt chili, lidt karry, gør det nice, Gi' mig bare en skål mere ris! (Vers 2) Stegt på panden eller kogt så blød, Kylling ved siden – åh det’ sødt! Lidt peanuts, lidt grønt, lidt hvidløg i, Så blir’ det en fest her hos mig! (Omkvæd) Ris og kylling, bedste par, Spiser det til morgen, middag, aften – klar! Lidt chili, lidt karry, gør det nice, Gi' mig bare en skål mere ris! (Bridge) Nasi goreng, fried rice, biryani, Uanset hvad, det’ lækkert i min mave! Med spisepinde eller ske i hånd, Ris og kylling – evig bånd!

[Verse] My queen moves regal, crown high like Mount Everest, Chillin' in the throne, beauty reckless, effortless. Wordsmith slip through lips, sketch her in my bars, She Orion's belt, girl aligned me with the stars. [Chorus] My ride or die, Bonnie to my Clyde, Soul intertwined, can't break this tide. She the melody woven through my rhyme, Every heartbeat hit, it’s a metronome in time. [Verse 2] Eyes shine bright, got galaxies within, She Picasso with the heart, colors dripping kin. Hit my lows, she the lift, my parachute, Both hands steady steering life’s wild route. [Bridge] She a storm, soft rain, then thunder pounds, Knows my flaws, still keeps me around. A diamond in the rough, nah, polished, pristine, With her love, live life like a vivid daydream. [Chorus] My ride or die, Bonnie to my Clyde, Soul intertwined, can't break this tide. She the melody woven through my rhyme, Every heartbeat hit, it’s a metronome in time. [Verse 3] Laugh’s infectious, vibe smoother than satin, In the moment or the past, she’s all that happened. Honeycomb sweet, but her sting keep me strong, In her notes echoes my favorite song.

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Costa Serina L'avversario finisce in rovina, Nico che segna, Accio che spacca, Ivo che corre, la porta si stacca! Corti randella, Bozz è un muro, chi prova a passare lo prende nel culo! Non c’è partita, non c’è pietà, vi rimandiamo a casa divisi a metà! Oh oh oh, Costa Serina! Vi facciamo a pezzi prima di sera! Oh oh oh, Costa Serina! La nostra squadra è passione vera! Botte, sudore, parole pesanti, qui comandiamo, giocatori importanti! Costa Serina, rabbia e veleno, Tre punti ottenuti in pieno! Siamo sul campo, l'arbitro ha fischiato, Costa ha la palla, il gioco è infuriato! Nico riceve, sulla fascia che corre, Accio fa muro, nessuno lo smuove! Ivo prende il controllo, il dribbling è secco, il difensore che sega, saltato di netto! Corti arriva in corsa, calcia con furia, la palla respinta, ma il gioco continua! Bozz in difesa, scatta con furore, non la lascia passare, sprinta d'ardore! Giulio in contropiede, con un tiro di strazio, arriva il portiere, ha rotto il cazzo! Nico carica il destro, il pallone è in rete, In porta con furia, esulta anche il prete! Gol! urlano tutti, la folla è in delirio, abbiamo distrutto ogni sogno, nemico sconfitto! Oh oh oh, Costa Serina! Vi facciamo a pezzi prima di sera! Oh oh oh, Costa Serina! La nostra squadra è passione vera!

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