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(فونك عربي – غامض، مظلم، وإيقاع ثقيل) --- (المقدمة – همسات، صدى صوت، طنين بعيد) رمال الصحراء تهمس باسمي (The desert sands whisper my name) ظلال الليل، صوتي بعيد، محركات تعصف، والضوء شديد، الدخان يطير، والريح تسير، رحلة أخيرة، لا أريد المصير. --- (المقطع الأول – بطيء، غامض، إيقاع ثقيل) قلبي ينبض مع هذا الصوت، أشباح تمشي، وأنا بلا موت. ذهب الرمال، لعنة تدوم، أسابق الزمن، أعيش كالحلم. --- (المقطع الثاني – الإيقاع يرتفع، النغمة تزداد غموضًا) رياح تعصف، والوقت سراب، لا ندم، لا حب، لا أصحاب. المرايا تنكسر، الماضي يشد، أبحث عن وهم، والحقيقة تعد. --- (الإسقاط الأول – الإيقاع ينفجر، صدى عميق، جهير يهز الأرض) هيا! (Hayyaa! – Let’s go!) أركض في العاصفة، لا أعود، ريح الصحراء تصرخ، لا حدود. الموت ورائي، الأشباح تلحق، أسرع من الضوء، لا شيء يُمسَك. --- (المقطع الثالث – صوت شرقي مخيف، ألحان قديمة ممزوجة بالإيقاع) أصوات تناديني، لا أتوقف، أسرار مدفونة، عقلٌ مُرهَق. العواصف في صدري تعصف، الذكريات تحترق، لكن لا تؤلِم. --- (المقطع الرابع – لحظة هدوء، استعداد للإسقاط الثاني) أرى النيران خلفي تلوح، الهلال الذهبي في السماء يسوح، اسمي يتلاشى مثل السراب، ضاع بين حلمي والغياب. --- (الإسقاط الثاني – إيقاع أقوى، صوت مدوٍ، موجات صاخبة) بسرعة! (Bisur’ah! – Faster!) أركض في العاصفة، لا أعود، ريح الصحراء تصرخ، لا حدود. الموت ورائي، الأشباح تلحق، أسرع من الضوء، لا شيء يُمسَك. --- (الخاتمة – صدى صوت، تلاشي الألحان، أصوات غامضة) الصحراء لا تنسى... (The desert never forgets...)

D-d-d-d-dj napięcie elektryczne Młody dejw proszę zrób coś dla mnie (young d, young d) Napij się tutaj łychy dla mnie (slurp) Nie chce skończyć w wannie (splash) Kto nie pije dzisiaj skończy marnie (skrrr) Młody Dejw proszę zrób coś dla mnie, nalej mi tutaj drina dla mnie, (splash) podbij trochę ten woltaż dla mnie, (bzzzz) teraz się napij, bo wyglądasz marnie. (ayy)

Presta atenção na saga do Juninho, o otário, Moleque babaca, nasceu pra ser um calvário, Mãe lavadeira, pai um bosta alcoólatra, Cresceu na rua, virou um lixo sem pauta, Aos dez já fumava base pra se enturmar, Aos doze roubava bike pra impressionar, Levou surra na quadra, virou o "saco de pancada", Gritou "sou brabo", mas apanhou da molecada, Aos quinze arrumou mina, a Jéssica, um terror, Quenga da favela, só dava golpe e calor, Juninho bancava ela com trampo de motoboy, Mas ela pulava cerca com o primo dele, o "Playboy", Um dia pegou os dois na cama, quase morreu, Tentou dar soco, mas caiu, o corno se fudeu, Jéssica riu: "Seu trouxa, tu é um fracasso nato", Cuspiu na cara dele e ainda levou seu prato, Aí Juninho surtou, virou zé-droguinha total, Cheirava cola, fumava crack no quintal, Roubou a TV da mãe pra comprar mais veneno, Ela botou ele pra fora: "Some, seu lixo pequeno!", Dormiu na rua, pegou chuva, virou mendigo, Gritava "sou rei" enquanto chupava um lixo amigo, Hoje tá no beco, fedendo, pedindo um real, Moral da história: Juninho é o rei do viral fail!

Intro] Yo, eh, ya tú sabes, No me hables de esa, que ya la tienes perdida, Dile a tu amiga que se relaje, Que esta batalla está decidida. [Verso 1] Tú me hablas de que me vas a arrebatar lo mío, Pero no sabes ni por qué te metes en este lío. Ella me mira, te ignora, y tú te crees el dueño, Pero lo que te pertenece, ya hace rato no es tuyo, pequeño. Me tiras en la calle, buscando confrontación, Pensando que una mujer te va a dar validación. Pero si supieras que lo que no es para ti, Es lo que al final me sigue a mí. [Coro] Te peleas por ella, pero ni sabes cómo tratarla, Mi gente te mira y se ríe de tu pataleta barata. Esa mujer no te quiere, y aunque no lo aceptes, Es a mí a quien le entrega su alma, no lo dudes, lo sientes. [Verso 2] Me miras raro, ya no sabes ni qué pensar, Sigues creyendo que mi vida puedes controlar. ¿A quién engañas? ¿A ti mismo, a tu gente? Que en el fondo sabes que todo esto está bien evidente. Te persiguen por las calles, pero no entiendes el juego, Tú sigues de tonto y yo soy el que lo llevo. Ella se ríe en tus narices, no entiende de amores falsos, Lo que tiene conmigo es real, no lo opacas con abrazos. [Coro] Te peleas por ella, pero ni sabes cómo tratarla, Mi gente te mira y se ríe de tu pataleta barata. Esa mujer no te quiere, y aunque no lo aceptes, Es a mí a quien le entrega su alma, no lo dudes, lo sientes.

Oh, so you’re over me? That’s cute. Why you still in my likes? What’s the route? Told your girl I’m "just a phase" (haha) Then why you still *drownin’* in my wave? Bet she’s sweet, plays her part, But can she take what I broke apart? Tell her I’m *old news* (sure, sure) Then why you still out here on my tour? --- ### **[Pre-Chorus]** You can lie, you can fake, But I see it in your face, She’s a seat, I’m the throne, Boy, you left a queen for a clone. If you think she’s a ten, I’m a dime, You downgraded—what a crime. --- ### **[Chorus]** You say you're good, you say you're fine, So why you still watchin’ me all the time? You got a girl, oh, that’s so sweet, But why she tryna dress up just like me? Ooh, stay mad, keep talkin’ shit, Hope she knows she’s just my counterfeit. Actin’ brand new, but we both see, You’ll never find someone like me. --- ### **[Post-Chorus]** Oh-oh-oh, still in my lane, Oh-oh-oh, say my name, Oh-oh-oh, act brand new, But you and I both know the truth. --- ### **[Verse 2]** You tell your boys you’ve moved on, But you’re still lurkin' at 3 AM, come on. Got a new girl, she’s so cute, But why you still tryna play my flute? You’re out here talkin’ like you’re free, But you’re still up in my DMs, tryna see. You say you’re done, say you’re through, Then why you still tryna check what I do? --- ### **[Pre-Chorus]** You can lie, you can fake, But I see it in your face, She’s a seat, I’m the throne, Boy, you left a queen for a clone. If you think she’s a ten, I’m a dime, You downgraded—what a crime. --- ### **[Chorus]** You say you're good, you say you're fine, So why you still watchin’ me all the time? You got a girl, oh, that’s so sweet, But why she tryna dress up just like me? Ooh, stay mad, keep talkin’ shit, Hope she knows she’s just my counterfeit. Actin’ brand new, but we both see, You’ll never find someone like me. --- ### **[Bridge]** *(spoken, half-laughing, all sass)* Oh, you’re happy? That’s fun. Then why you still askin’ ‘bout what I’ve done? Why you still lookin', why you still lurkin’? Why you still actin’ like I ain’t hurtin’? --- ### **[Final Chorus]** You say you're good, you say you're fine, So why you still watchin’ me all the time? You got a girl, oh, that’s so sweet, But why she tryna dress up just like me? Ooh, stay mad, keep talkin’ shit, Hope she knows she’s just my counterfeit. Actin’ brand new, but we both see, You’ll never find someone like me.

Children were playing Learning how to be hunters Children were thinking

Too much drip, might flood this btch, Too much bass, might bust this sht. Too many shots, can’t trust my wits, Too many hoes, can’t cuff no chick! Ayy, I’m filthy, too damn wavy, Shawty in my ear like, “Damn, go crazy!” Lights too low, got me movin’ too shady, Room still spinnin’, don’t try to save me! B*tch, I’m back in my zone, She throwin’ it back like a pass in the zone. I don’t need love, just cash and Patron, If she ain’t a freak, then she crashin’ alone! Ayy, f*ck it up, let the bassline hit, Whole club jump like a bassline flip. Too much smoke, I can’t taste my lips, Too much ice, can’t place my wrist! Ayy, I’m filthy, too damn wavy, Shawty in my ear like, “Damn, go crazy!” Lights too low, got me movin’ too shady, Room still spinnin’, don’t try to save me! Drunk textin’ my ex like, “You miss this dck?” Whole team lit, got the whole squad sick. Bottle in my hand, I don’t need no mix, If she got a man, she don’t need that btch! Ayy, ayy, turn that up! We don’t give a fck, we gon’ burn that up! VIP section, swerve that up, Too lit in this btch, gon’ learn that up! Lights go black, but my chain still glow, Took another shot, but I still need more. Shawty too bad, but I still need four, Ayy, too much heat, get low, get low

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(Ey ey ey) un día normal me desperté en mi casa y dije wow cabron que mierda pasa yeah cabron anoche me pajie en la ventana y llegó mariana y me dijo ven a fumar marihuana yo le dije vieja tú ta loca y ella me entregó comida en una coca y yo le dije no gracias ya almorcé y me regresé y la chaquetie cabron oyeme (el letra la L) ey ey ey (bad bunny baby jhayco jhay Cortez la presión vida rockstar duki you know baby es otro palo pa la historia ya supiste)

(I need peace) Like in threes, I see the signs, it’s all in me. What’s this bout? What’s this mean? Tell me now, I need to see. Ghosts in the mirror, they talkin’ in code, Echoes of memories, stories untold. Lost in the city, the neon, the glow, Chasin’ the answers but drownin’ in smoke. I need peace, I need love, I need somethin’ real, Lost in the static, I don’t know what’s the deal. Visions keep changin’, like faces in streams, Is this a nightmare or part of the dream? Need to know, need to see, What’s this world want from me? Bass keeps knockin’, lights still flashin’, But I feel the void beneath. Heart still racin’, time ain’t waitin’, Lost in the loops, I’m relivin’ the phases. Took a wrong turn, now I’m stuck in the matrix, Neon reflections, my sins are the traces. I need peace, I need love, I need somethin’ real, Lost in the static, I don’t know what’s the deal. Visions keep changin’, like faces in streams, Is this a nightmare or part of the dream? Need to know, need to see, What’s this world want from me? Bass keeps knockin’, lights still flashin’, But I feel the void beneath. Every step feel déjà vu, Like I lived this all before. Is this fate or just illusion? Still I’m knockin’ on that door. I need peace, I need truth, I need somethin’ bulletproof. Let the bassline pull me through, Till I wake up, feel renewed.

(Up up up up up up up up up up up up up up up up) In the heart of the concrete where the hustle never stops, We rise, through the streets, with our crew and our chops. Yo, what’s good, bruv? Ready for the ride? No one can touch us, we’re on the winning side. Rolling up, guns loaded, we arrive, Mr. L O V E, thuggin’ but still alive. In the concrete jungle, where the streets are mean, Writing our story, with love in between. Oh, ooh, oh, pour one for me, Gangsters and lovers, living free. Ignoring the haters, we’re on the rise, Beware those who cross our eyes. Scripting our saga, with love and strife, In this urban jungle, we carve our life. Dealers and dames, in the neon glow, Adam and Eve’s shadows, where passions flow. Underneath the city lights, where hearts ignite, Beneath the stars, we rule the night. Pray for us, pray for me, in this concrete game, Every day’s a struggle, but love keeps us sane. Watch your step or get caught in the flame. In the concrete jungle, where the streets are mean, Writing our story, with love in between. Oh, ooh, oh, pour one for me, Gangsters and lovers, living free. Ignoring the haters, we’re on the rise, Beware those who cross our eyes. Scripting our saga, with love and strife, In this urban jungle, we carve our life. Where’d I go? Lost in the city’s beat, How’d you know? Like echoes of the street. Who’s the realest? Through the fights, we stand tall, Regardless of the odds, we’ll never fall. Death whispers, but love keeps us strong, Navigating the alleys, all night long. No rules bind us, love in our rhyme, On the streets of the city, we’ll shine.