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Ayo, Erica, you ready for this? We gon' turn up, ain't no slowin’ down, let’s go! Let’s get it! Verse 1: Ayo, Erica, what you know 'bout the grind? I been out here movin', steady climbin' on my mind. Got the city on lock, and you right by my side, Pull up, we shine, never runnin', never hide. Shorty real tough, she don’t play with the cap, She keep it a hunnid, never fold under that. I’m out here gettin’ money, ain’t no time to relax, Erica hold it down, yeah, she’s built like a stack. Chorus: Is ya ready? We gon’ ride, no hesitation, Erica beside me, yeah, we steady with the patience. Is ya ready? You know it’s no complication, Gritty with the squad, no time for waitin’. Verse 2: Shorty got the drip, she the one they admire, We movin’ in silence, but we turnin’ up the fire. Erica my queen, yeah, she set the desire, We ain’t lookin' back, we climbin’ higher and higher. Pull up with the squad, everybody know the name, You was lookin’ for clout, but we play a different game. Erica beside me, yeah, she keep it the same, When we step in the spot, they know we runnin’ the lane. Chorus: Is ya ready? We gon’ ride, no hesitation, Erica beside me, yeah, we steady with the patience. Is ya ready? You know it’s no complication, Gritty with the squad, no time for waitin’. Bridge: Ayo, Erica, they know we in the field, No stoppin’, no slackin’, we keepin’ it real. Whole squad movin’, every move's a big deal, Erica, she the one, and that’s how we feel. Chorus: Is ya ready? We gon’ ride, no hesitation, Erica beside me, yeah, we steady with the patience. Is ya ready? You know it’s no complication, Gritty with the squad, no time for waitin’. Outro: Ayo, Erica, yeah, we made it through the struggle, Now we on top, we never gon’ fumble. Is ya ready for the come-up? You know we gon’ rumble, Erica and the gang, yeah, we ready to hustle.

girl you know that i like your body, touch the ground when i see you shorty, in my night i see you shining, hyde and seek at the private party

it’s about time i end this fight (uh huh) caught in the storm, can’t see the light (nahhh) she tellin me lies every single night (yahh) no hooking up she just wanna bite (yeah) my heart screaming like a siren she be actin dumb, i’m retirin they be yellin, stuck in the riot so upset she gotta tie it (ugh) no more love left to give (none) every girl just a gold dig(ger) she spittin facts i can’t live she droppin poison with the skit yeaaa she feeling light on my dick so many she gotta pick girl your toxic game need repeatin’ getting clingy acting like youre so conceited spreadin legs, almost undefeated he broke her back no more competing

Интро) Ей, народе, чуйте песента, за Вилианчо – нашата звезда! Глава на яйце, но сърце като лъв, прави циркове – героят е готов! (Куплет 1) Вилианчо влиза, улицата е тиха, глава като яйце – обаче върти интрига. Със стил на тежкар, но с душа на герой, всеки го обича – дори и без покой! Седи пред кафето, говори за политика, с мъдрост като тази на... голяма комика. Селото му пляска, градът го слави, защото Вилианчо знае как да оправи! (Припев) Вилианчо – нашето яйце, тежкар на думи, но с клоунско лице. Смях и аплодисменти – това е съдбата, защото той е героят, който крепи страната! (Куплет 2) Ходи по пазара, всички викат: „Ей!“ „Вили, дай съвет, как да стана като теб?“ А той с глава високо, но с дух на шега, отговаря: „Първо си купи огледала!“ С вицове големи и походка на бос, влиза в парламента, но не си е носил глас. „Аз съм тук за народа, не за парата!“ – вика Вилианчо, шампион на дюнера в махалата. (Припев) Вилианчо – нашето яйце, тежкар на думи, но с клоунско лице. Смях и аплодисменти – това е съдбата, защото той е героят, който крепи страната! (Бридж) Глава на яйце, ама мозък – диамант, всички го следват – той е нашият гарант. Пътища оправя, проблеми решава, но вечер си пуска TikTok и разсмива до припадък. (Финал) Ей, Вилианчо, ти си герой на народа, с твоя хумор ни вдигаш дори и при беда. Глава на яйце, но с ореол на крал, ти си нашият любим и вечен идеал!

Hello Merry Christmas, This is me rapping with Tas. As you all know I like keeping my time, I got on the nice list for my rhymes, This week has been just fine Blue Star made me feel like old wine. last week we played rivals in shambles but now everyone likes to gamble. So today I'm saying stay consistent By that, I mean to be persistent. So if needed find the time to repent or be like the beans who vent. Hello Merry Christmas, This is me rapping with Tas. As you know I make a game It is called Plush World, remember the name. I just hit 100 on Twitch, that was cool. So I jumped in a cool pool As you know I use a blender where I make stuff for defender

Куплет 1: Мартин Къков влиза с поглед като цар, в женския кенеф – защо не? Той е звяр. Седнал не му пасва, няма той проблем, сера прав, без срам, дори без рефрен. Вратата се отваря – момичета в шок, "К'во правиш, бе, Мартине? Тук не ти е блок!" А той се обръща, усмивка им хвърля, "Спокойно, мацки, само стила си утвърждам." Припев: Мартин Къков – без срам, без вина, в кенефа прав – това му е съдба. Момичетата шепнат, но той е легенда, с усмивка на лицето и дух безпретенциозен. Куплет 2: "Какво сте се стреснали? Това е модерно, женският кенеф е уютно, не е нервно. Природата зове – няма граници, бре, а пък аз съм артист – пиша своя реноме." Момичетата снимат, но той позира смело, "Хайде, лайквайте ме! Това е мое дело. Да ме помните вечно – Къков и кенефа, ново движение създавам, като ефекта на ефра!" Припев: Мартин Къков – без срам, без вина, в кенефа прав – това му е съдба. Момичетата шепнат, но той е легенда, с усмивка на лицето и дух безпретенциозен. Бридж: "Не ме съдете – аз съм авангард, всеки трябва да опита този старт. Сера прав, гордо и без колебания, Мартин Къков – име без угризания!" Финал: В женския кенеф той оставя следа, не от срам, а от своята свобода. Мартин Къков – символ на модерното време, всички говорят, но никой не смее.

Говори за успехи, планове големи, но в училище по-често са двойките знамена. Кварталните деца му викат: „Брат, рапирай“, той почва с римата, но всички спират да зяпат. Вилианчо е герой – няма спор за това, но главният му хит е „На мама песента“. Вилианчо Рампа – с шапка на една страна, влиза с походка, мисли се за царя на града. Римите му леки, но тежат на хартия, всички се смеят: „Това ли е магия?“. Вилианчо си знае – животът е игра, но в неговия филм всички падат от смеха. Цар на махалата, с корона от картон, и римите му тежки като стар балкон.

[Verse] كون ما كنتي مربوط ما تحتاج الحيلة كن على نفسك ثابت والدنيا تحيلة وفين ما مشيتي تلقى طريق طويل وبالعزم تغلب كل مستحيل [Verse 2] كون ما كنتي مزعوط تجيك الأيام طويلة عيش بكل لحظة حب وعزم وحيلة حرر الروح من قيود الزمان والحياة تحلى بلا هم ومان [Chorus] كون ما كنتي مضغوط ما تدوي بالجهالة العلم نور والسعي فيه جمالة خليك ذكي ما تنجر مع الوهم بالعلم تغلب كل الأسى والهم [Bridge] كون ما كنتي ملهوط كون ݣاع ما درتي حالة الحكمة هي السلاح والقلب دايما حلالة استمتع بالوقت عيش يوم بيوم الحياة رحلة والفرحة فيها الحُلْم [Verse 3] كون على جوك ما تهتم بكلام الناس كل واحد طريقه وفي القلب وشراعه الأساس عيش حياتك بلا خوف بلا قيود وبالقلب المحب تلقى الراحة والوجود [Chorus] كون ما كنتي مضغوط ما تدوي بالجهالة العلم نور والسعي فيه جمالة خليك ذكي ما تنجر مع الوهم بالعلم تغلب كل الأسى والهم

Hello Everyone Merry Christmas, This is me rapping With help from TAS. As you all know I like keeping my time, I got on the nice list for my rhymes, This week has been just fine blue star got me feeling like old wine. last week we played rivals in shambles but now everyone likes to gamble. So today I'm saying stay consistent By that I mean be persistent. So if needed find the time to repent or be like the beans who vent.

[Verse] Lost in the halls of Gerehu, time a thief, 2024 class, man, it brings me grief, We was 12A, doin' our math with Ms. Ipinipe, Dreams and theorems, now they feel incomplete. [Verse 2] Lunch breaks under the big old tree, Solvin' equations but we just wanted to be free, Textbooks heavy but our hearts held light, Midnight crams ’cause Ms. Ipinipe’s tests were tight. [Chorus] Missin' my class, y'all my forever kin, Memories of laughter, where do I begin? Ms. Ipinipe’s voice echo in my brain, Wishin' to relive those days again. [Verse 3] Pencils scratchin’, chalkboard full of hope, Dreamin’ of futures while tryin' to cope, Time moves fast like it’s in a rush, Now we're split, and it hurts too much. [Verse 4] Group projects, yeah, we owned that zone, Calculators clickin’, in our minds rooms well known, Every test, every quiz, left a mark on our soul, Ms. Ipinipe, your wisdom made us whole. [Bridge] Yearbooks signed, tears in our eyes, Capture moments before they fly, Graduation came, then we dispersed, 12A forever, for better or worse.

Yeah, yeah, uh, Last Christmas, ik geef je m’n hart, Maar je sloeg het weer in de kast, zo apart, Je liet me wachten, dat was het niet waard, Nu ben ik veranderd, m'n pijn is zwart, uh. Gisteren was alles cool, we waren chill, Maar je had andere plannen, geen tijd voor de thrill, Ik dacht je was m'n alles, m'n girl voor het leven, Maar je gaf me geen antwoord, wat moet ik nu geven? Zie je in de club, je kijkt me niet aan, Je zei dat je van me hield, maar nu ben ik gedaan, Ik gaf je m’n hart, je hebt het niet gewaardeerd, Nu ben ik sterk, geen liefde meer, je hebt me geknecht. Last Christmas, gaf ik je m'n hart, Maar je liet het achter, nu voel ik de smart, Je had het in handen, maar liet het vallen, Dit jaar ben ik voor mezelf, geen zorgen om je schallen. Last Christmas, we waren apart, Maar dit keer, ben ik klaar, geen ruimte voor je start, Ik kies voor m'n shine, m'n vibe en de flow, Jij hebt de kans gehad, maar nu ben ik solo, uh. Je zei dat je veranderd was, maar ik geloof je niet, Alle mooie woorden zijn nu alleen maar verdriet, We hadden een moment, maar dat is nu voorbij, Ik kijk niet meer terug, m'n leven is fly. Je dacht dat ik voor je zou vallen, nog een keer, Maar ik ben op m'n grind, jij doet alsof je het weet, Je zei dat je van me hield, ik gaf je m'n alles, Nu ben ik sterker dan ooit, m'n pijn is mijn ballast. Last Christmas, gaf ik je m'n hart, Maar je liet het achter, nu voel ik de smart, Je had het in handen, maar liet het vallen, Dit jaar ben ik voor mezelf, geen zorgen om je schallen. Last Christmas, we waren apart, Maar dit keer, ben ik klaar, geen ruimte voor je start, Ik kies voor m'n shine, m'n vibe en de flow, Jij hebt de kans gehad, maar nu ben ik solo, uh. Last Christmas, gaf ik je m'n hart, Maar je liet het achter, nu voel ik de smart, Je had het in handen, maar liet het vallen, Dit jaar ben ik voor mezelf, geen zorgen om je schallen. Last Christmas, we waren apart, Maar dit keer, ben ik klaar, geen ruimte voor je start, Ik kies voor m'n shine, m'n vibe en de flow, Jij hebt de kans gehad, maar nu ben ik solo, uh. Yo, dit is voor iedereen die zich ooit gebroken heeft gevoeld, Kerstmis is meer dan alleen liefde, het gaat om groei, Hamza, uh, peace. Hamza...

[Verse] Burnt the pie, smoke rise, oven’s rage, Crust crisped dark like the end of age. Munched the ashes, munch whole blaze, Taste of hellfire, on a weed haze. [Chorus] Cinders on the tongue, burnt to dust, Piping hot, messed up, no trust. But eyes red like a demon’s stare, Puff the magic, don’t even care. [Verse 2] Kitchen inferno, smoke alarms wail, Pizzas charred like a ghost tale. Bite down, taste bad, zero flair, But light up, world so fair. [Chorus] Cinders on the tongue, burnt to dust, Piping hot, messed up, no trust. But eyes red like a demon’s stare, Puff the magic, don’t even care. [Bridge] Ovens blaze, fumes rise to the sky, But mind floatin', I'm alright. Burnt bites in the midnight heat, Weed haze, everything’s a treat. [Verse 3] Daily grind, stoner’s rite, Burn the dough, set alight. Smoke swirls, vision blur, Ashes taste sweet, mood pure.