Prrrr aaa kukavicaa (verse) Veljko četri dana šmrče, Napala ga nesanica NA LEKINOM NIKADA NEĆE BITI NESTAŠICA!!! RARA RAAA Veljko vuče kao lud, Radi ga na neki blud Ako iscima ribe isplatiće se trud Ra ra raaa Na kapiji moka te čeka Nanjuši te iz daleka Čuva svoju mirnu luku Gleda kome da otkine ruku NANANA NA NA (chorus) KUMAra je dovla glava, Sluša kebu starog lava -Ćene da ga degla doktor vrti glavom kao rotor -U vugli mu je samo motor Brrrm brrrrm Ide zika STARA Pesma brena lepa Malo VIKI MALO ŠEMSA (verse) HEEJ SUZE BRIŠU SVE U ŽIVOTU MOM PROHUJAO SI SVIHOROM Prrrr RAAA TA TA (CHORUS) GDE je Peca, koju vreba bije nekog ne da leba -Ka-pe-tem petak sreda Viče samo šta ti treba treba NANANAN NA NA Čekam ZBA da nam dođe Dal će priča da nam prođe Oću rizle ukus grožđe -oranž bad dođe voće Čekam ZBU, čeka ŠARA Roterdamu više para Ide pesma ona stara VRTI TRAKA Ide Dara RA RA SVI SU TU KAO NEKADA ČUJE SE PESMA STARIH DRUGOVA Samo tii Tii nisi kraj mene UOOHOO HOO Bane vrti MAŠTU VRAĆA Centar SAVA LETNJA bašta Zimi KOLOS bilo svašta Šmrko, zguto - jašta, jašta TA ta ratatataa Pitanja su uvek ista zna li se o braći išta Rekoh- negde,asvalt, pista u trenutku dvesta trista dva motora ista ista beli zver je čista čista Crven ceo blista blista Brrrm rrrm brrrrm Sedim čekam, opet svane Ziku vrti, kida bane ČETRI dana neće stane ĆUTIM gledam brojim dane Raaaaaaa -Keša ne sme mane mane Basevima mrdamo organe, Daj od cece, onu za rane Na crveno nikad da se stane Brrm brrrrrm Prođi samnom kroz crvenooo Veljko veljko, u crveno crveno Peti dan bunilo bunilo Šesti dan Sve ga zbunilo Sedmi dan Rekord ludilo NANANA NA NA (CHORUS) Dovla kida kada treba Sedi čisti ja ga gledam Kaže nekog ću da skenjam Tu je A-ka četres sedam Nikad nikom da se predam RATATA TA RAAA Onaj Peca luda glava Dal će ikada da spava Kida ljude poput lava Baca druge taj sa splava Nisi dobar pravac sava Raaaa nana (verse) Ceo život tu sam negde Nekad davno neke berbe Jurim gledam samo evre Čuvam braću samo vredne Nananan Na na Dani tužni dani sreće Sve nas hoće pa nas neće Samo ćutiš srce trepće Nosiš cveće pališ sveće Svuda samo braća prava Kad se kara dodje rava Karabatić ava ava Strava rava eva prava Bože spasi da se skrasi Prvoj klasi prvi krasi Gasi strasti dušu spasi Trajni dani noću tajni Mračni gadni Jutrom sjajni Raaatatata ta Ceo život tu sam negde Dani tužni dani sreće Sve nas hoće pa nas neće Samo ćutiš srce trepće Lekino brdo
Rap, trap, screw, grime, gangsta-rap, rough-vocals, techno, deep-house,
Serbian
The song evokes a sense of nostalgia, camaraderie, and a mix of joy and melancholy. The lyrics reflect themes of friendship, struggles, and the passage of time. There are moments of exuberance in the rhythm and chant-like phrases, while other lines reveal deeper emotional currents of longing and reflection.
This song can be played in various scenarios, such as gatherings with friends, parties, or celebrations where people want to reminisce about the past and enjoy the present moment together. It creates an atmosphere of nostalgia while also encouraging connection and fun.
The song features a strong beat characteristic of trap and rap genres, with rhythmic vocal delivery punctuated by catchy hooks and repetitive phrases that enhance its memorability. There are elements of rough vocals and a blend of electronic sounds that contribute to its upbeat vibe, while the structure allows for both storytelling and interactive audience engagement.
Nas my friend Dust on my ass My friend’s name is Nas Who doesn’t have an ass But still produces gas Which makes him run like flash Oh! Shit he goanna crash! Rash on my ass Cause I am low on cash Which makes me go clash*3 You know Nas my friend He doesn’t have an end He loves to lend Cause he doesn’t know how to send Oh Nas! My friend You make the trend Every now and then About a chicken turning into a hen Nas became the mayor Which made him lose his hair That’s why he ain’t fair His personality is rare That he fought a black bear And had an affair With his local childcare In a game of truth and dare Nas can rap With his black and white cap He makes people clap Cause he hates to yap He likes to take a nap Cause his life ain’t cap Nas beat cancer And became a dancer His photo is on the banner With is new Mitsubishi lancer Nas beat a scanner In a very bad manner Cause he didn’t use grammar Which made him a lot faster Nas too fast, never hit the brakes Runnin’ through the city like I'm tryna win a race Mayor with a plan, but I lost some hair Still too fresh, man, life ain't fair Ain’t got cash, but I talk real bold Lancer real clean, but the AC cold Scanner said “stop,” but I hit that “go” Broke through the locks, now I run the show! Came from the ground, now I’m takin’ my turn Had to stay down just to wait for my burn (Hook) Late-night grind, no sleep, just dreams Countin’ up wins, not countin’ no cream Too real, too raw, too slick, too mean Black and white cap with a cold-ass gleam! (Verse 2 - 10 Bars) Step in the room, make the whole spot lit Cause Jashan weds chaturya Flow so sick, got ‘em vibin’ real quick Haters stay mad, but I don’t trip I be too far, they ain't caught up yet! Took a few Ls, but I bounce right back Never off track, gotta stick to the map Talk real tough, but they never make moves I be outside while they stuck in the loop Blueprint tight, now I’m buildin’ my lane Step in the room, make the whole spot lit, Flow so sick, got ‘em vibin’ real quick. Haters stay mad, but I don’t trip, I be too far, they ain't caught up yet! Crown on my head, man, remember the name! NAS(yeah)
Ah, ah, ejem, jaja, yu Tú eres un pendejo desde que estás en el vientre Me vas a mamar el bicho el día que tú me encuentres (normal) La hombría pa' los lives, te cagas en mi mai Cuando los tumbas sigues siendo el mismo huelebicho 'e siempre Te lo dije, que guerrear conmigo, eso hay que pensarlo El que va a hacer algo no tiene que mencionarlo (no) Y si es verdad que el pana te quemó los chavo' Tú lo estás demandando, ¿eso no es lo mismo que chotearlo? (Dime) Maldito doble moral, ya que te gusta mamar No te queremo' en Santurce y eso nunca va a cambiar Pa' tú roncar con cojone' ajeno', ¿cuántos te mamaste? Tu pai no te apoyó hasta el día en que tú te pegaste Mi carrera ilesa, sigo invicto y eso te pesa Soy la tabla de Yailin dándote por la cabeza Tú sigue roncándome, yo te vo'a dar lo que merece' (yeah) Quítate el disfraz de malo, Halloween pasó hace mese' Te lo dije, soy el ojo de la ouija La tuve que mencionar pa' que peleara' la custodia de tu hija Sigo diciendo que la vida es bella (bella) Hoy otro vuelo se te estrella (fium) Te vo'a quemar como Pompeya Vo'a darme una Presidente pa' darte con la botella (botella) ¿Pero qué culpa tiene ella? (Ella) Va a crecer sin padre, Cataleya Vo'a aterrizarte el viaje, hijo'eputa, soy el piloto Tu hijo se ve más feliz conmigo que en tus propia' foto' Tú que eres maricón, te sacaste la loto Porque tu mujer tiene bicho y tú tienes un toto Tienes tu mai preocupa', deja de estar metiéndote droga Refresquito, te moviste mucho y perdiste la soda ¿Qué tú me vas a matar? El más malo, no me joda' Lo tuyo es mamárselo a los bichotes que estén de moda Te estoy dando contra el piso wannabe, tú ere' un bizcocho Sara Lee Tú eres un cuernú y un puerco, ¿qué tú ere'? ¿Un jabalí? Esto es pa' que tengas una navidad feli' Le pregunté a tu mai por ti, me dijo, "Yo no lo parí" (jaja) Te tengo bailando Michael Jackson, Billie Jean Tengo al cabrón de Mortal Kombat gritándome "Finish him" (oh, shit) Se te cayó el jabón (Jabón), carcelero fatulo Tú no ere' 27, métete el pulgar por culo (dale) Cabrón, si tú supiera' lo que los 27 verdaderamente piensan de ti Que tú ere' una desilusión Tú ere' un tipo que estuvo preso, salió Y no corrió con los verdadero' código', cabrón Tú, tú, tú Cabrón, ¿qué te pasa? Cabrón (Oh) Por tercera y última vez voy a ser contundente y aplastante (oh) Esto va a ponerse interesante (interesante) Cuando escuches esta no vas a volver a ser el mismo de ante' Dios mediante, te quitas y te mete' a comediante Esa es la película que quiere montar en las rede' (¿Cuál?) Tienes que tirarle a Feid porque conmigo tú no puedes Tú nunca has guerrea'o así, estás rompiendo el frío Y cuando Karol te botó, te dejó hasta desnutri'o (uy) Pinche, hijueputa, malnaci'o El único error de tu vieja fue haberte pari'o, ja Y el otro haberte cria'o, puerco, mal educa'o Tú hubieses sido hijo de Carmen y ella te hubiese aborta'o (tú eres loco) Maldito tecato, jala'o (jala'o) Con esta te enderezas, te dejé el tanque volca'o (volca'o) Ya su
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!
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, pero mastico el pasado y me deja amargura. Tantos delirantes vendiendo su ley, cuando su vida no inspira ni un freestyle. Idolatran todo menos el intelecto, luego lo imitan con puro cinismo.
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