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I feel like you can't feel the way i feel i'll be fuck up if you can't be right here ôi ôi ôi mùi ơiiiiiiiiiiiiiii ơiiiiiiiiii ôi ôi ôi mùi ơiiiiiiiiiii ơi ờiiiiiiiiiii ôi ôi ôi mùi ơiiiiiiiiii ớiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii mùi lại cắm sừng tước đấy à mùi nổi tiếng ngu si óc buồi đi xe đạp mùi có gì không tốt tốt ới ơi ơi khoan hò khoan tiếng hát mùi vang cả dòng sông mùi xin lỗi vì tước quá ngu ngu ngu ngu mùi xin lỗi vì mùi đã bú chim con chó chút tinh ít ỏi sao thành thằng mùi cái buồi xa lạ sao đẻ được thằng mùi mùi địt mùi có lấy đồng bạc nào của thằng tước đâu khi mùi qua thung lũng và bóng đêm ghi bóng mùi tước khiến mùi chẳng còn luyến lưu mùi mong lau tinh tước khô mùi lại cắm sừng tước đấy à mùi nổi tiếng ngu si óc buồi đi xe đạp mùi có gì không tốt tốt ới ơi ơi khoan hò khoan tiếng hát mùi vang cả dòng sông 0 9 31 9 1 0 J Q K chút tinh thằng thêm tinh thằng tước còn hiện tại bà chà chỉ cần thủ dâm

Yo, watch the throne, it's a takeover, Lucas in the lane, gotta shake and bake, bro, Taylor on the court, thought he had the flow, But Lucas came through, puttin’ on a show, oh! Game day vibes, crowd hype, feel that pressure, Taylor dribblin’ hard, he lookin’ like a treasure, But Lucas peepin’ moves, he’s the predator, Eyes on the rim, let’s see: who’s the better, bruh? Break down the defense, like a magician, Step back, then he moves, with precision, Taylor’s in the post, but he's too slow, Lucas takes flight, don’t you know what’s in the flow? Yo, watch the throne, it's a takeover, Lucas in the lane, gotta shake and bake, bro, Taylor on the court, thought he had the flow, But Lucas came through, puttin’ on a show, oh! High up like the sky, reachin’ for the stars, Crowd goes wild, they just raise the bars, Boom! Down comes the dunk, hear the rim shake, Taylor on the floor, just a slight mistake. Wasn’t ready for the heat, now it’s all eyes, Lucas got that fire, watch him rise, Check the highlight reel, play it back, Taylor in the dust, that’s a fact, no lack. Post-game hustle, hear 'em talkin' loud, From the bench to the seat, they ain't feelin' proud, But it’s all good, in this game we play, Lucas comin’ in hot, takin’ names today! Yo, watch the throne, it's a takeover, Lucas in the lane, gotta shake and bake, bro, Taylor on the court, thought he had the flow, But Lucas came through, puttin’ on a show, oh! So remember that moment, when the game got real, Lucas dunked on Taylor, you know the deal, In the court of legends, let this one soar, Dunked on like a star, in the basketball lore!

(Verse 1) Yo, check it, I'm in the kitchen, feeling real nice, Cooking up flavors, like cupcakes with spice. Add a little curry, make it extra fly, Mix it with rice, yeah, that's how we get by. (Chorus) Cupcakes and curry, rice and fries, Mix it all together, don't you realize? Flavors so diverse, like a roll of the dice, In the kitchen, cooking up, we don't compromise. (Verse 2) Now let me tell you 'bout this dish that's oh so nice, Got them crispy fries, like a tasty vice. Add some cheese on top, watch it melt like ice, Every bite's a party, ain't no need to think twice. (Chorus) Cupcakes and curry, rice and fries, Mix it all together, don't you realize? Flavors so diverse, like a roll of the dice, In the kitchen, cooking up, we don't compromise. (Bridge) Now don't forget the mice, they want a slice, Sneaking through the kitchen, looking for a spice. But we keep it tight, ain't no compromise, Cupcakes and curry, that's the ultimate prize. (Chorus) Cupcakes and curry, rice and fries, Mix it all together, don't you realize? Flavors so diverse, like a roll of the dice, In the kitchen, cooking up, we don't compromise. (Outro) So next time you're hungry, don't think twice, Grab some cupcakes and curry, rice and fries. Mix it all together, like a savory surprise, In the kitchen, cooking up, that's how we rise

Yo, we in the streets, no whip, no keys, But I got that heat, girl, you know what I mean. This ain’t no PG, this grimy as fuck, Buckle up, baby, we ridin’ my—uh! Let’s go! (Verse 1) I ain’t got a car, fuck a Beamer or Benz, But I pick you up, girl, on this D, we commence. No gas, no brakes, just sweat and some moans, You ridin’ my shit like we racin’ for thrones. You laugh when I flex, say I’m broke, I’m wild, But you screamin’ my name when I’m deep in that style. No license, no plates, but I’m swervin’ your hips, Got you bouncin’ so hard, neighbors callin’ the pigs. I’m grimy, I’m raw, fuck a suit and a tie, My chain’s from the corner, my D's the supply. You blush when I talk, say I’m nasty, I’m brash, But you come back for more, girl, you love all this trash. (Chorus) No ride, just grind, fuck a car, I’m lit, Pick you up on my dick, girl, you lovin’ this shit. Laughin’ and wild, we fuckin’ all night, Grimy vibes only, keep the party on tight. No keys, just me, I’m your filthy delight, You screamin’, “Oh, fuck!”—we ignitin’ the mic. (Verse 2) You say, “Boy, you crazy,” I say, “Bitch, you right,” No whip, so we fuck in the alley tonight. Streetlights flickerin’, we loud as a riot, Got you drippin’ so wet, call it POOM POOM on fire. I’m broke with the wheels, but my stroke game elite, Got you shakin’ like dice on these grimy-ass streets. No Tesla, no flex, just my hands on your ass, You ridin’ my pole like I’m flippin’ the gas. Neighbors bang on the wall, say, “Shut the fuck up!” But we laughin’ and screamin’, girl, we don’t give a fuck. Your ex got a Lambo, but he soft like a simp, I’m raw in the sheets, girl, I’m pimpin’ this dick. (Chorus) No ride, just grind, fuck a car, I’m lit, Pick you up on my D, girl, you lovin’ this shit. Laughin’ and wild, we fuckin’ all night, Grimy vibes only, keep the party on tight. No keys, just me, I’m your filthy delight, You screamin’, “Oh, fuck!”—we ignitin’ the mic. (Bridge - Slower, Grimy Flow) You roll your eyes, say I’m nasty, I’m extra, But you love how I fuck, call me grime professor. No ride, no problem, I’m your personal freak, We laugh ‘til we cum, girl, we wild in these streets. Pants on the floor, middle finger to the law, Got you ridin’ my shit like a seesaw, raw. No car, just bars, and my D's the throne, We fuckin’ so loud, wake the block, they groan. (Chorus) No ride, just grind, fuck a car, I’m lit, Pick you up on my D, girl, you lovin’ this shit. Laughin’ and wild, we fuckin’ all night, Grimy vibes only, keep the party on tight. No keys, just me, I’m your filthy delight, You screamin’, “Oh, fuck!”—we ignitin’ the mic. (Outro - Spoken, Laughing) Yo, fuck a whip, girl, we ridin’ my vibe, Grimy as fuck, keep the streets alive. Next time you pull up, bring that ass, that glow, We’ll get into it and laugh loud— that’s how we roll!

(Verse 1) Yo Raga, tu hai bas ek saala fake, Teri rap mein hai chhupa hua dhol, teri taareef hai bhake, Main hu asli, tu hai bas ek bhatakta hua sookha, Agar tu rap karta hai, toh lagta hai chhup gaya tukda. Kahan ki vibe, kahan ki style, tu toh haath mein fail, Main apni lines se thok raha hoon, tu bas chal raha hai trail, Tu samajhta hai kisse, par teri story hai gol, Main likhta hoon asli gathri, teri toh haath mein khol. (Chorus) Tu hai Raga, main hoon top, tu hai dikhawa, Tu keh raha rap, par main hu asli jawan, Tere rap mein bhool, meri rap hai baap, Tu keh raha tha king, par tu toh bas ek rap ka bhatka. (Verse 2) Teri rap toh gaali ki tarah, bekar hai full, Meri beat teri awaz mein, usse ho gaya cool, Tere jese rapper, jo karte hain bas bol, Bhai tu samajh le, teri naayee teri ho gayi ghazab ka fool! Tere swag ko dekhke lagta hai yeh ek joke, Main hoon real fire, tu bas ek dhundta bhoke, Meri pen se nikalti hai aag, teri rap main hai smoke, Raga, teri taareef na karun toh banta hai gussa, lekin main toh kaafi woke! (Chorus) Tu hai Raga, main hoon top, tu hai dikhawa, Tu keh raha rap, par main hu asli jawan, Tere rap mein bhool, meri rap hai baap, Tu keh raha tha king, par tu toh bas ek rap ka bhatka. (Outro) Teri rap mein jo hype hai, vo bhi rakhne ka time, Meri lines pe chal, tu samajh na sake apne crime, Tere jaise rapper ki toh gati hai khatam, Main hoon rap ka asli malik, tu bas ek kutta ka naam!

[Intro] Bee Tee, Bitch [Chorus] You think we be tripping? I flipping You better run or your ass gonna be limping You really smell like a Walmart stall Don't comeback me 'cause you got no balls (Bitch) Gunshots gonna be sounding down the hall I'm saying this for all (to hear) Me and my boys never sleep But keep on listening 'cause this is deep [Verse 2] I think you in the wrong place You looking at my crew (I don't like your face) My crew gonna hunt you down Gonna hang your body 'round town Don't try runnin', Cause we be gunning Cops wanna play, we'll bring 'em down No fuckin' around like Patrick Star You try to drive away, you won't get far Me and my boys never fall I'm saying this for all (to hear) This gang gonna put your ass to sleep But keep on listening 'cause this is deep [Chorus] You think we be tripping? I flipping You better run or your ass gonna be limping You really smell like a Walmart stall Don't comeback me 'cause you got no balls (Bitch) Gunshots gonna be sounding down the hall I'm saying this for all (to hear) Me and my boys never sleep But keep on listening 'cause this is deep [Verse 3] Check out all my shit This money ain't gonna be your only hit by a car, (my car) not far (not far) This gas tank 'gonna be lit. Look at what you wearin You dressed up like a radioactive Karen This motherfucker got them fake J's Get some real ones 'cause we don't play [Chorus] You think we be tripping? I flipping You better run or your ass gonna be limping You really smell like a Walmart stall Don't comeback me 'cause you got no balls (Bitch) Gunshots gonna be sounding down the hall I'm saying this for all (to hear) Me and my boys never sleep But keep on listening 'cause this is deep [Outro]

(Intro - Slow & Dark Tone) Haan, yeh khoon mein hai, Jo bhi bola mujhe, maine sun lekin choon bhi nahi hai. Game khatam ho chuka par yeh log bas ghoom rahe, Seedhe maar ke nikla, koi trace bhi chhodta nahi hai. (Verse 1 - Aggressive Flow) Main likhta hoon story jo likh nahi sakte, Jo mic pe chalein wo tik nahi sakte. Mera calibre high jaise Everest, Tera scene flop, tu lit nahi sakte! Beat pe chhodun main zakhm jaise talwar, Kalam se baatein jo tod dein deewar. Shakal pe mask nahi, naam pe bharosa, Ek verse se tu khud ban jaayega beemar! (Pre-Hook - Build-Up) Mujhe puchne mat aa tu ki kaisa hai scene, Yeh khoon ka rishta, koi khel nahi team. Mera game alag level, yeh sab mere peeche, Main khaata nahi beech mein, yeh log bas leech hain! (Hook - Catchy & Repetitive) Khoon mein hai, haan khoon mein hai, Jo bhi karun, bhai groove mein hai! Beats bhi jalti hain, verse bhi phat-ta hai, Jo bhi karein copy, wo mood mein hai! (Verse 2 - Fast Flow, Wordplay Heavy) Main scene ka Devta, beat pe yagna, Mic pe main Agni, flow yeh shatranj ka. Soch bhi nahi sakta jo maine socha, Tera poora crew sirf bhadti hai locha! Main likh ke banata hoon naye tareeke, Tere jaise launde bas reelon pe jeete. Galiyon se nikla, ab world mera map hai, Jo bhi bola maine, woh kal ka hi fact hai! (Bridge - Slow Down for Impact) Mujhe rokne ki koshish na kar, Main aaya hoon lene sirf apna hi haqq. Inko lagta tha mazaak hai ye rap, Ab yeh gaaliyon se bhar rahe DMs pe chat! (Hook - Repeat for Hype) Khoon mein hai, haan khoon mein hai, Jo bhi karun, bhai groove mein hai! Beats bhi jalti hain, verse bhi phat-ta hai, Jo bhi karein copy, wo mood mein hai!

[Instrumental]

“Galli Galli Telangana” (Intro) Ayy! Galli lo entry, mic ki ventry, Beat start cheyyi, mana vibe century! (Verse 1) Baavi kinda bullet, mana style full jet, Telangana slang lo, matladtey cheddam set! Basti lo bandhu, mass beat sandhu, Auto lo vacham, road meedha dhoom-dhamm! (Chorus) Galli galli Telangana! Mana matallo undi garana! Style verave, mass level! Street lo vibes, DJ devil! (Verse 2) Biryani plate, full spicy fate, Tea stall mundhu mana adda lite! Gully cricket, sixer cut-out, DJ puttu, pilla heart knock-out! (Bridge) Gundello Josh, mood full high, Telangana swag, beat tho fly! Mass vibes heavy, party mad, Mic ki charge, rap lo bad! (Outro) Dhoom dhamm sound, beat undhi bound, Gully lo mana vibe, city lo surround! Mass aithe kurchundi, mic ki chey clap, Telangana slang lo, idhi mana rap!

Mom left me young, pops gone before I knew,
Had to hustle on the block, with no guidance, no crew.
Cold nights, empty stomach, pain in my chest,
Grew up fast, learned survival was a test. Had no love, no hope, just the streets as my guide,
Ran with the wrong crowd, couldn’t run from the tide.
Turned to the grind, started pushing that weight,
Did what I had to do just to fill up my plate. 
Life’s hard, yeah, pain's all I know,
Lost in the game, had nowhere to go.
Sold drugs, sold my soul, blood on my hands,
Killing for survival, ain't part of the plan. Caught up in the war, streets turned me cold,
Saw brothers fall, had to be bold.
No forgiveness in my heart, no mercy in my eyes,
Had to bury my soul just to stay alive. But the weight on my chest, it’s harder to bear,
With every life I took, the guilt fills the air.
Mom’s gone, pops dead, I’m stuck in this race,
Trying to find redemption, but it's hard to erase. Life’s hard, yeah, pain's all I know,
Lost in the game, had nowhere to go.
Sold drugs, sold my soul, blood on my hands,
Killing for survival, ain't part of the plan. Now I’m looking for peace in this world so cold,
Trying to break free from the chains that I hold.
Maybe there’s a way out, a chance to be free,
But in these dark streets, who can I be?

Verse 1 I was just a kid, tryna find a way out, Momma didn’t care, pops was always full of doubt. Broken home, no love, I learned to fight for mine, Had to run the streets, no dinner at dinnertime. Cold nights under stars, no blanket, no bed, Fell asleep with tears, nightmares in my head. Family never cared, they let me roam alone, So I built a wall, learned to stand on my own. They said I’d never make it, I’d end up just like them, But I’m living proof that you can rise from the depths. Came up from the gutter, now I’m paving my path, Survived the pain, never looked back at the past. Chorus Had to hustle just to make it through the pain, Walked through the storm, survived through the rain. From the streets, but I never lost my soul, Now I’m rising up, got the world in control.