Sous la lune

[Verse] Concrete jungle, streets roar thunder, Hustle, grind, dreams gotta plunder, Shadows creep while block’s lit in wonder, Skyline high, ambitions never under. [Chorus] City lights, neon nights, we chase, Dollar signs, endless grind, this race, Twenty-four, grind some more, no disgrace, In the dark, on our mark, stay in place. [Verse 2] Corner store tales, deals got receipts, Swift moves, game of thrones, no defeats, Block's hot, rooftops, where dreams meet, Echoes loud, heartbeats sync in beats. [Chorus] City lights, neon nights, we chase, Dollar signs, endless grind, this race, Twenty-four, grind some more, no disgrace, In the dark, on our mark, stay in place. [Bridge] Smoke trails, high sails, sky’s end, Lost souls, cross roles, all pretend, Maze of dreams, hopes blend, no fend, In the scene, unseen, we ascend. [Verse 3] Subway jam, platform spam, tight space, Concrete waves, night craves, quick pace, From dusk dawn, masks on, face chase, Stripes and bars, city's scars, no waste.

(Upbeat, playful music) (Verse 1) I'm the Devil Gamer, mischievous and sly Sneakin' past defenses, watchin' opponents cry My strategies are wicked, reachin' for the sky Victory's my candy, I'll never let it die (Verse 2) Got the ultimate combo, a secret weapon too They never see it comin', it's always somethin' new I'm the master of deception, the ultimate crew Outsmartin' every player, seein' my dreams come true (Chorus) Devil Gamer, yeah, that's my name Playin' by my own rules, ain't nothin' the same Trick shots and glitches, fuelin' the game Laughin' all the way, to the top of the fame Remember to replace the placeholder music descriptions with actual musical elements when creating the song. These lyrics are intended to be a starting point, feel free to adapt and expand them!

[Verse] Loose change in the sofa, dreamin' of a Lambo, City lights flicker, darker than a Rambo, Street corners lookin' like Pablo's museum, We tryna stack bricks, ain't got time for the PM. [Verse 2] Block hot, fiends moving quick as Sonic, Prophets on the rise like a new economic, Hustle in the veins, vision sharper than hawks, Climbing out the gutter, moonwalk on the blocks. [Chorus] Money trees grow where the sun don’t shine, Whisper in the wind, hustlers' lullaby, From the soil to the sky, roots intertwined, Dreams in the gutter, touchin’ the sky. [Verse 3] Grimy faces light up with a spark, Dollar bills changin' hands under cover of dark, Hope in the heart, locked up in the vault, Prison of ambition, break free, no halt. [Verse 4] Nightmares fade when the green starts growin', From the cracks in the concrete, hope start showin', Coins in the fountain, wishes on deck, Gamble with fate, stack checks, no neck. [Bridge] Echoes of the past, drama in the rearview, Chasin' that green, dreams pursued, Shadow on the corner, whisper ’bout the grind, Streets like a jungle, predator's the mind.

Verse 1: Black range, black sunglasses baloch ki style ka nishan hain. Black hai siahi, black geet likhta. Log apna zameer bechte hain, mera alag hai. Chhoti umar mein, ek jawan ladke ka naam mashhoor ho jata hai. Mansoor bugti ki shuharat, cheeni jaisi meethi. Parinde kahaan jaate hain jab unhe bandha hota hai? Chorus: Baloch ke sir par kaffan hota hai. Burberry ke bag mein paisa hota hai. Baloch ke sir par kaffan hota hai. Burberry ke bag mein paisa hota hai. Verse 2: Dil chahta hai taqatwar chalanges dena. Steel sheets ke saath, wo mard bana hai. Gaal mein locket, us zameen ki baat. Duniya ka beta har kaan mein sunai deta hai. Mard ki maut uske mathay par likhi hoti hai. Logon ke aankhon mein dollar aur pound hote hain. Chorus: Baloch ke sir par kaffan hota hai. Burberry ke bag mein paisa hota hai. Baloch ke sir par kaffan hota hai. Burberry ke bag mein paisa hota hai. Verse 3: Left hand par Daytona Rollie, meetha jaise cheeni. Right arm par tattoo, khoobsurat bracelet pehna. Kala Baloch sabse behtareen bana hai. Khada ladka itna sohna lagta hai. Log uski unchaiyon se hairaan hote hain. Woh apne chehre ko underground rakhta hai (modest magar powerful). Chorus: Baloch ke sir par kaffan hota hai. Burberry ke bag mein paisa hota hai. Baloch ke sir par kaffan hota hai. Burberry ke bag mein paisa hota hai. Verse 4: Pind mein rang kaale hain. Jo zindagi jeeta hai, uska ghar chamakta hai. pairon mein hai Nike Airforce Uske neeche hy poora jahan Usse fashion ya trends ka dar nahi lagta. Log usse dekh kar chhakka chaandh ho jate hain. Chorus: Baloch ke sir par kaffan hota hai. Burberry ke bag mein paisa hota hai. Baloch ke sir par kaffan hota hai. Burberry ke bag mein paisa hota hai. Outro: Rajneeti humare liye asaan nahi aati, Par larna hum bahut achi tarah jaante hain. Aankh ke badle aankh, daant ke badle daant.

[Verse] Keys hit the black and white, whispers in the moonlight, Grade 9 grind, gotta get these fingers right. Bach, Beethoven, cruising through the classics, Notes dance off the page, call it finger gymnastics. [Verse 2] Metronome ticking, time slipping through the cracks, Left hand steady, right hand making tracks. Notations on the sheet, like maps to hidden treasure, Unlocking melodies, riffs, that's my kind of pleasure. [Chorus] Piano keys, secrets in the notes, Grade 9 symphony, swimming in the quotes. Bassline thumping, treble's like a ghost, Rhythm in my veins, music keeps me floating. [Verse 3] Instructor in my ear, wisdom in the air, Guidance through the chords, take my practice there. Crescendo to the ceiling, decrescendo to the base, Sounds weave together in a harmonious chase. [Verse 4] Eighth notes racing, quarter beats pacing, Arpeggios jumpin', got the crowd's hearts racing. Pedal pressed down, sustain that pure sound, Grade 9 climb, piano realm, I'm crowned. [Chorus] Piano keys, secrets in the notes, Grade 9 symphony, swimming in the quotes. Bassline thumping, treble's like a ghost, Rhythm in my veins, music keeps me floating.

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[Verso 1] En la calle, bajo la luna, Mate y flow, sintiendo la bruma. Tu mirada, mi faro, baby, Esta noche, ay, esta nocheeeee. Contigo, mi shorty, todo esto, Tan locooo. Ay, mi vida, mi mood, Con tequila, con tus labios, ¡salud! [Estribillo] Me mato, me mató. El tequi me liquidó, tu boca me noqueó, Tu flow me revivió, ¡ay, Dios! Me mato, me mató. El tequi me liquidó, tu boca me noqueó, Tu flow me revivió, ¡ay, Dios! [Verso 2] En la esquina, bajo las estrellas, Birra al palo, vos tan bella. Tus palabras, mi droga, baby, Esta noche, ay, esta nocheeeee. Conmigo, el cielo, todo esto, Tan heavyyyy. Ay, mi reina, mi trip, Con tequila, con tus besos, ¡feliz! [Estribillo] Me mato, me mató. El tequi me liquidó, tu boca me noqueó, Tu flow me revivió, ¡ay, Dios! Me mato, me mató. El tequi me liquidó, tu boca me noqueó, Tu flow me revivió, ¡ay, Dios! [Puente] Este beat nos lleva, nos quema, Por las calles de la city que truena. Somos dos locos on fire, on fire, Quemando el mundo, subiendo la marea. [Estribillo] Me mato, me mató. El tequi me liquidó, tu boca me noqueó, Tu flow me revivió, ¡ay, Dios! Me mato, me mató. El tequi me liquidó, tu boca me noqueó, Tu flow me revivió, ¡ay, Dios!

[Verso 1] En la calle, bajo la luna, Mate y flow, sintiendo la bruma. Tu mirada, mi faro, baby, Esta noche, ay, esta nocheeeee. Contigo, mi shorty, todo esto, Tan locooo. Ay, mi vida, mi mood, Con tequila, con tus labios, ¡salud! [Estribillo] Me mato, me mató. El tequi me liquidó, tu boca me noqueó, Tu flow me revivió, ¡ay, Dios! Me mato, me mató. El tequi me liquidó, tu boca me noqueó, Tu flow me revivió, ¡ay, Dios! [Verso 2] En la esquina, bajo las estrellas, Birra al palo, vos tan bella. Tus palabras, mi droga, baby, Esta noche, ay, esta nocheeeee. Conmigo, el cielo, todo esto, Tan heavyyyy. Ay, mi reina, mi trip, Con tequila, con tus besos, ¡feliz! [Estribillo] Me mato, me mató. El tequi me liquidó, tu boca me noqueó, Tu flow me revivió, ¡ay, Dios! Me mato, me mató. El tequi me liquidó, tu boca me noqueó, Tu flow me revivió, ¡ay, Dios! [Puente] Este beat nos lleva, nos quema, Por las calles de la city que truena. Somos dos locos on fire, on fire, Quemando el mundo, subiendo la marea. [Estribillo] Me mato, me mató. El tequi me liquidó, tu boca me noqueó, Tu flow me revivió, ¡ay, Dios! Me mato, me mató. El tequi me liquidó, tu boca me noqueó, Tu flow me revivió, ¡ay, Dios!

[Verso 1] En la calle, bajo la luna, Mate y flow, sintiendo la bruma. Tu mirada, mi faro, baby, Esta noche, ay, esta nocheeeee. Contigo, mi shorty, todo esto, Tan locooo. Ay, mi vida, mi mood, Con tequila, con tus labios, ¡salud! [Estribillo] Me mato, me mató. El tequi me liquidó, tu boca me noqueó, Tu flow me revivió, ¡ay, Dios! Me mato, me mató. El tequi me liquidó, tu boca me noqueó, Tu flow me revivió, ¡ay, Dios! [Verso 2] En la esquina, bajo las estrellas, Birra al palo, vos tan bella. Tus palabras, mi droga, baby, Esta noche, ay, esta nocheeeee. Conmigo, el cielo, todo esto, Tan heavyyyy. Ay, mi reina, mi trip, Con tequila, con tus besos, ¡feliz! [Estribillo] Me mato, me mató. El tequi me liquidó, tu boca me noqueó, Tu flow me revivió, ¡ay, Dios! Me mato, me mató. El tequi me liquidó, tu boca me noqueó, Tu flow me revivió, ¡ay, Dios! [Puente] Este beat nos lleva, nos quema, Por las calles de la city que truena. Somos dos locos on fire, on fire, Quemando el mundo, subiendo la marea. [Estribillo] Me mato, me mató. El tequi me liquidó, tu boca me noqueó, Tu flow me revivió, ¡ay, Dios! Me mato, me mató. El tequi me liquidó, tu boca me noqueó, Tu flow me revivió, ¡ay, Dios!

**Escucha,** Si te ahogas, abre la ventana, El aire fresco siempre sana. Tu cuerpo más leve en la madrugada, Hacemos ruido, ¡que no escuchen nada! Que los vecinos piensen que es el viento. **Escucha,** Si estás mal, toma agua, mi amor. Yo te la llevo, no es un favor. Me decías: "No fumes, por Dios", Y yo callado, perdido en tu voz. No me mires así, tan frío, Dame calor, solo un respiro. **Escucha,** Si todo te da igual, nos piramos, A la playa, donde soñamos. Sin pasaporte, ni un plan decente, Pero contigo todo es diferente. Juntos hacemos historia, ¿vale?

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