Costa serina

Intro: (Amapiano log drums melt into Afrobeat horns) Artist (ad-lib): Ooh, yeah-yeah… Na the Big Man dey para! Verse 1: I just landed, private wing, no visa, Lagos to Havana, my drip got the fiends in a fever. Patek on my wrist, but time no fit measure my cheddar, Moët in my cup, sip slow—life sweet like suya. Island breeze in my hair, shawty say she wanna be there, Whisper, “Baby, meet me where the waves kiss the equator.” Jet life, no cabin pressure—we higher than ever, Stackin’ milli, no naira—🇳🇬to🇺🇸dollar. Pre-Chorus: Dem say, “Why you flashin’?” I say, “Why you askin’?” If the grind was a movie, mine’s Oscar-nominated. From the city to the cosmos—I done levitated, Now my money singin’ chorus—every note platinumated. Chorus (Hook): Badì badì—we dey flex on the regular! (Amapiano piano riff) Cash on cash, no debit—jet life, no competitor! Island vibes, shawty’s waist—make the devil say, “God forgive her!” Gucci on my body, Patek on my wrist—call me the Timepiece Killa! Verse 2 (Explicit): Shawty got that yansh like a double-barrel, She bend it over, make the Amapiano 🔊holler. No kiss-and-tell, but her tongue’s a storyteller, Champagne tears—she cried a pool in the cellar. We don’t chase, we attract—money magnet, Haters drownin’ in their sweat, we just laugh at the panic. Roll a blunt with a hundred—call it “cash aromatic,” Flyin’ east, sunrise—sky’s my new Atlantic. Bridge: Dem talk “humble”… but why? When the world know your name? I’m the flame in the dark, OG in the game. From the trenches to the penthouse—same pain, different chains, Now I’m winnin’ in a way make legends 🇳🇬dance in their graves. Chorus (Reprise): Badì badì—we dey flex on the regular! Cash on cash, no debit—jet life, no competitor! Island vibes, shawty’s waist—make the devil say, “God forgive her!” Gucci on my body, Patek on my wrist—call me the Timepiece Killa! Outro (Amapiano Drop): (Log drums, whistles, and ad-libs fade)

chi ci sfida torna 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 cena! Oh oh oh, Costa Serina! Vi sotterriamo nella farina! Botte, sudore, parole pesanti, qui comandiamo, voi siete dei fanti! Costa Serina, rabbia e veleno, chi ci affronta si sveglia sereno!

Verse 1 [Slow, muffled drum loop, distant piano keys] I’m chain-smokin’ regrets in this hollow space, Your perfume’s a ghost, I can’t erase. Fuckin’ up the trust, yeah, I played it wrong, Now the silence screams where your laugh belonged. Burned our photos, but the ashes still glow, Empty bottles, empty bed—where’d you go? Should’ve held your heart like a fragile thing, Now I’m just a fool with a cracked wedding ring. Pre-Chorus [Eerie vocal sample, bass drop] Rain taps the window, same rhythm as your name, I’m drownin’ in the static of my stupid games… Chorus [Haunting synth swell, slowed trap snare] Come home, come home, even if it’s just to fight, I’ll carve my apologies in the neon light. The city’s cold without your heartbeat in my chest, Come home, come home—I’ll fix this fuckin’ mess. Verse 2 [Gritty guitar plucks, vinyl crackle] Your side of the closet’s a museum of pain, Every thread whispers “you loved me in vain.” I’m a jukebox stuck on our last goodbye, Playin’ “should’ve lied” instead of “let’s rewind.” I stalked your IG, double-tapped a memory, Thumbprint on the screen where you used to be. Fuck pride, I’ll crawl through hell’s gasoline, Just to hear you sigh, “you’re still my tragedy.” Bridge [Distorted vocal chop, sparse kick drum] I’m a fire without oxygen, a song on skip, Ain’t no saints here—just my ego’s eclipse. If the universe could gimme one more try, I’d rewrite every “I” into “we” in the sky… Chorus [Synth crescendo, rain intensifies] Come home, come home, even if it’s just to fight, I’ll carve my apologies in the neon light. The city’s cold without your heartbeat in my chest, Come home, come home—I’ll fix this fuckin’ mess. Outro [Fading rain, distant electric hum] (Come home… come home…) The door’s unlocked, my pride’s in the trash, I’m just a shadow smokin’ hope’s last ash… (Come home… come home…)

Hace tiempo escribí varias canciones, pero poco me interesa que las canten los ratones. Las barras que suelto cortan como espadas, y el tonto murmura: "no me agrada". El ingenuo no piensa, no tiene razones, pero claro, ¿acaso él sabe de canciones? Las razones sobran, no hay nada que hablar, seguir siendo necio nos va a intoxicar. Romantizan la guerra y luego se espantan, creen que en el otro no hay mente que manda. Las guerras sin duda nos hacen cambiar, pregúntale al mundo por cierto alemán. Se quejan del humo y la contaminación, los mismos que frenan la fisión por temor. La ignorancia crece en cada rincón, por eso en la rima se encuentra el motor. Las bombas que lanzo no tienen caída, son versos que impactan, son rimas precisas. No esperes que esta sea mi barra más dura, un rapero no se hace si no tiene de amargura. Tantos delirantes vendiendo su ley, cuando su vida no es la de un rey. Idolatran todo menos el intelecto, luego lo imitan, que seres mas lerdos.

[Verse 1] (Dey play!) Lagos to Accra, my swagger no be lie, Her waist dey twist like jollof for fry, Money dey talk, no time for story^, If your vibe no sharp, abeg, waka commot. Cruise Third Mainland in my Range Rover, Her skin glow like she bathe for gold river, Police dey look, but my license na Gbedu^, Drop a billion for the bar—“Oga, open Henny two!” [Pre-Chorus] Party dey burn, no time for gbas gbos^, If you no get the kpakpa, you dey for loss, Baddie dey whine, I dey spray mulla like Pope, Tonight na for flex—tomorrow na for hope! [Chorus] Shakara shuffle! (Shuffle!)** Her back dey bend like bridge for Eko Atlantic, Omo, shege dey! (Shege dey!) If you no sabi dance, abeg, go learn logic! [Verse 2] Zanku legwork, she dey burst my brain, Her love na like suya—spicy but I’m addicted again, I no fear your man—him fit come test, My squad dey here with the oshoz^ for chest. Afrobeats loud, the DJ no dull, Girls dem dey scatter like goat for Ojude Oba, I dey live lavish, Fela no be my mate, But I burn the club like Burna burn for Odogwu state! [Bridge] Konto rhythm, shekpe^ waist, Girl dey para like she dey chop heaven’s cake, Original agbaya^, I no dey do remake, If you talk too much, ah! Igboro go reset you. [Outro] (Magicsticks, abeg, one more for the ajebutter^ dem!) Naija no dey carry last, we dey run the map, From Dakar to LA, we dey shut the trap, If you no know, now you know—oya, kpakpa reload! Dis no be music—na Naija explode! (Dey play!)

Tao lên đỉnh, không cần nhìn xuống Game này tao chơi, không có chuyện thua cuộc Tay cầm mic, flow chảy như suối nguồn Đối mặt với thử thách, tao chưa từng chùn! Bước vào trận, tao là kẻ dẫn đầu Haters cứ ghét, tao càng bật thật lâu Không cần may mắn, tao tạo nên phép màu Đối thủ chặn đường? Tao lướt như là cầu! Tốc độ ánh sáng, tao chạy không nghỉ Định luật tao viết, không cần Einstein chỉ Mục tiêu phía trước, tao tiến không lùi Bắn như súng máy, từng câu tao khui! Tao lên đỉnh, không cần nhìn xuống Game này tao chơi, không có chuyện thua cuộc Tay cầm mic, flow chảy như suối nguồn Đối mặt với thử thách, tao chưa từng chùn! Ai mà nói tao không thể? Nhìn tao làm, không cần kể! Lửa trong tim, cháy không tắt Đối mặt khó, tao không nát! Hành trình tao đi không ai giống Không cần fake, tao chơi thật sống Bước ra sân, tao làm chủ sóng Tên tao sáng như là hỏa lồng! Tao là Đạt, không phải ai khác Flow tao đỉnh, không cần đánh bạc Từng câu chữ như là di sản Bước lên ngai, tao không cần ban phát!

U geto' životu, svak’ dan je borba, S tobom brate, Denis, kroz maglu, kroz borbu, S tobom brate, kad problemi rasturaju kuću, Zajedno letimo, kroz dim, kroz noćnu tugu. **Prva strofa:** Ulica zove, u oku samo dim, Brate Denis, s tobom je lakše kroz sram, Nema ljubavi doma, samo vika, samo tuga, Mi smo tražili sreću, al’ ona bila u rukama droge, u zlu. Ali sve te borbe, sve te suze, Nismo pokazivali, svi su mislili da smo ludi, A mi smo samo bili izgubljeni, Nismo znali gdje je izlaz, pa smo tražili lijek u senci. Zajedno smo pili, zajedno smo pali, Kad me zvao Denis, znao sam, brat mi nikad ne laže, Preko ulica, na betonu, kad smo padali, Tvoje riječi bile su moje sidro, kad smo obojica tugaljili. **Refren:** U geto' životu, svak’ dan je borba, S tobom brate, Denis, kroz maglu, kroz borbu, S tobom brate, kad problemi rasturaju kuću, Zajedno letimo, kroz dim, kroz noćnu tugu. **Druga strofa:** Ispod neonskih svjetala, kroz sivu maglu, Tvoje ruke su bile moj spas kad su svi ostali u strahu, Kad me zatekne ona tišina, ona praznina, Ti i ja, Denis, k'o dva ratnika, zajedno u zlu. U našim glavama nemir, a na ulicama nema mira, Učimo preživljavati, dok se boje miješaju u dimu, S tobom, Denis, nisam bio sam, ni kad je bio mrak, Tvoj osmijeh bio je svjetlo, kada je sve ostalo bilo vlak. Ali onda dođe trenutak, dan kad si otišao, Iz kuće, iz srca, a ja sam plakao, Srce mi je bilo prazno, duša slomljena, Tvoj odlazak ostavio je rupu koju nisam mogao popuniti. **Refren:** U geto' životu, svak’ dan je borba, S tobom brate, Denis, kroz maglu, kroz borbu, S tobom brate, kad problemi rasturaju kuću, Zajedno letimo, kroz dim, kroz noćnu tugu. **Treća strofa:** Sjećam se dana, kad smo bili na vrhu, Tako mi je bilo jasno, da je sve ovo samo prijevara, Kad su dani bili loši, kad su obitelj ostavili, Tebi, Denis, nije trebalo puno da mi spasiš dušu, da je zgrabiš. Ali onda su prošli mjeseci, možda i godine, I mi smo se promijenili, iako nas je svijet razorio, S tobom, brate, prošao sam kroz sve to, Ti si moj oslonac, kad padnem u taj crni duboki brod. Sad sve te borbe ostavljam iza sebe, Zajedno smo prošli kroz ovo, kroz blato, kroz leševe, Iako život još nije lak, brate, stojim čvrsto, Zahvaljujući tebi, Denis, nikad nisam bio tužan, nikad nisam bio sam. **Refren:** U geto' životu, svak’ dan je borba, S tobom brate, Denis, kroz maglu, kroz borbu, S tobom brate, kad problemi rasturaju kuću, Zajedno letimo, kroz dim, kroz noćnu tugu. **Outro:** Zajedno kroz sranja, zajedno kroz kišu, Brate, Denis, sa tobom sam kroz sve te borbe, S tobom, brate, zauvijek, kroz dim, kroz svijet, Zajedno letimo, nismo sami, jer imamo bratstvo, to je naš put.

Hace tiempo escribi varias canciones Pero poco me interesa que las escuchen los ratones Las barras de mi tema son una daga en el alma Y mientras el tonto anda diciendo "no me agrada" Y es que el ingenuo no piensa en las razones Pero claro es que acaso ¿Sabe de canciones? Las razones son bastantes y eso queda mas que claro Que permanecer siendo idiota contamina demasiado Romantizan la violencia y luego se chocaran de frente Con que del otro lado sigue habiendo un ser consciente Las guerras sin saberlo nos hacen a mejorar Sino preguntenle sobre aquel señorito aleman Es increible ver gente llorando contaminación Los mismos que abogan por cerrar plantas de fisión Y es que la ignorancia predomina en cada esquina Es por existimos los que educamos con la rima Las bombas que lanzo con mi boca no tienen perdida Aunque espero que no esperen que la mas fuerte sea esta "Las raíces no se niegan" incluso algunos las respetan Pero mastico mi pasado y solo me sabe a mierda Tantos delirantes intentando de impartir su ley de vida Cuando lo maximo que ha vivido apenas da para una letra Las personas enaltecen todo excepto el intelectualismo Para luego imitarlo mal, que patetico de cinismo

U tišini sobe, gdje sjene pričaju, Sjećanja se vraćaju, boli vječno igraju. Djetinjstvo izgubljeno, bez nježnog dodira, U domu bez ljubavi, gdje su suze plod mira. Tijelo mi je nosilo ožiljke, svaka rana priča, Tukli su me noću, dok su zvijezde tiho svijetlile. Nikad nisam odrastao uz tatu, bez vođenja ruke, Ne znam šta znači biti voljen, u obitelji gdje nema sreće. U tom svijetu tame, tražio sam izlaz, Sreću u drogi, u društvu gdje je sve blizu. Crna ovca obitelji, u kutu sjene stojim, Dok se smijeh drugih čuje, ja se u tišini borim. Odrastao sam u getu, među zidovima srušenim, Svaka ulica, svaka sjena, priča je neispričana. U okruženju boli, naučio sam preživjeti, U vrtlogu života, kako ne odustati. Ali unatoč svemu, srce još uvijek kuca, U potrazi za svjetlom, gdje nova nada dolazi. Možda ću jednog dana, pronaći svoj put, Osvojiti vlastite bitke, i pobjeći iz tminu. Jer unatoč svemu, ja sam ja, ne dam se slomiti, U srcu nosim snagu, da opet mogu voljeti. I za sve one koji pate, čujem njihov glas, U ovoj pjesmi, svaka suza, svaki korak, ostavlja trag.

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Intro – Spoken / Melodic Flow) Yeah… Real love ain’t soft, it’s solid, it’s real. Even when the block’s hot, you still ride wit’ me... This one for you. (Beat drops – Hard bass, drill bounce kicks in) (Verse 1 – Hard, but smooth flow) With every move I make, thoughts of you stay in my head, I be outside, but your voice echo deep in my chest. Every time that I pull up, you the calm in my stress, Like a blessing in the trenches, baby, you heaven-sent. I see the world in your eyes, and the city in flames, Even in the coldest nights, you still whisper my name. Got my back through the struggles, you ain't switch on the game, Yeah, you different from the rest, ain't no need to explain. (Hook – Soulful) I really like what you done to me, I can't explain it, I’m so into you. I really like what you done to me, I can't explain it, I’m so into you. (Verse 2 – Raw, deeper voice, street poetry vibe) Could be the way that you hold me, Or how you never fold, when the world get lonely. When I’m out on the grind, you don’t trip, you just know me, Said the streets ain’t forever, but together, we golden. Still tuck the steel, but you my peace in the war, If they come for my soul, you the shield at the door. You the prayer in my lungs when my chest feel sore, We ain’t gotta say much, I just know that it’s pure. (Hook – Melodic with drill bounce again) I really like what you done to me, I can't explain it, I’m so into you. I really like what you done to me, I can't explain it, I’m so into you. (Bridge – Stripped down, deep voice, emotional feel) What I feel when I’m with you, Like a dream come true. Stay solid, never switch sides, Girl, it feel so right. (Outro – Beat fades, talking tone, deep reflection) Yeah… Real love stay standing when the world shake. Even gangsters need peace. And you mine. (Hook) I really like how you ride for me, Swear down, I can’t even lie to you. I really like how you slide for me, No cap, you know that I die for you. I really like how you move so cold, Heart on ice but you still stay bold. I really like how you keep me safe, No switch, no rat, no snake. --- You the one, I ain’t gotta say much, Held me down when the days got rough. You ain’t fold, never switched, no bluff, Real love, no gimmicks, no luck. Took my L’s, but you stayed through the rain, Now we up, now we swerving in lanes. Told me, “Move smart, don’t get lost in the game,” Now I run plays, never moving the same. I really like how you ride for me, Swear down, I can’t even lie to you. I really like how you slide for me, No cap, you know that I die for you. We been through it, but we still locked in, Made mistakes, but we never stop wins. If I lose it all, you still all in, That’s real, that’s more than talkin’. Told me, "Trust ain't built in a day," Had to learn how to move, how to play. Now we stacking, no minimum wage, Only boss moves, no time to waste. Yeah... Real ones don’t come twice. Loyalty ain’t just a word, it’s action. And you showed me that