Run Dis Bitch - Q Balla

Quel est, dans le bois, ce lumineux coquelicot? C'est le soleil plus matinal que tes jolis yeux ma chérie. Quel est, dans le ciel, cet écho, ce cocorico? C'est la chanson d'un jeune coq qui chante sur la prairie. Quelle est cette goutte sur la joue de cette fleur? C'est la rosée qui met partout qui met des larmes de bonheur. Quelle est cette ardeur qui vient avec le gai printemps? C'est du désir. Réveille-toi. La nature a vingt ans. Ouvre ton cœur à l'amour. Ouvre ta fenêtre au jour. Laisse entrer chez toi le gai soleil et dis, Ah dis, ah dis, ah dis: Ah Bon-jour! Cueille la fleur, la plus belle. Chante une chanson nouvelle Et va-t'en courir sur les chemins Qui sont de la nature les lignes de la main. Prends un bain dans la rivière. Sèche-toi dans la clairière Et n'assieds pas ton derrière Sur les orties familières... Dis-toi que le temps est court, Qu'il faut penser à l'amour. Ouvre ton cœur et ta fenêtre au jour Et dis: Ah dis, ah dis, ah dis: Ah Bon-jour! Quel est cet oiseau qui, gentiment, nous applaudit? C'est l'hirondelle de mon cœur qui chante, chante jour et nuit. Quel est ce château qui nous sourit à l'horizon? C'est le mirage le plus beau ma chérie: c'est notre maison. Qui est ce gros chien qui jappe au bas de l'escalier? C'est le gardien, le gros Médor dont le visage est familier. Quel est cet étang qui nous invite à canoter? C'est le bon temps, l'avenir, c'est le printemps et l'été.

Balla balla ballerino, tutta la notte e al mattino Non fermarti, balla su una tavola tra due montagne E se balli sulle onde del mare io ti vengo a guardare Prendi il cielo con le mani vola, in alto piu' degli aeroplani Non fermarti, sono pochi gli anni forse sono solo giorni E stan finendo tutti in fretta e in fila, non ce n'è uno che ritorni Balla non aver paura, se la notte è fredda e scura Non pensare alla pistola che hai puntata contro Balla alla luce di mille sigarette e di una luna Che ti illumina a giorno, balla il mistero Di questo mondo che brucia in fretta quello che ieri era vero Dammi retta Non sarà vero domani Ferma con quelle tue mani il treno Palermo-Francoforte Per la mia commozione c'è un ragazzo al finestrino Gli occhi verdi che sembrano di vetro Corri e ferma quel treno, fallo tornare indietro Balla anche per tutti i violenti, veloci di mano e coi coltelli Accidenti, se capissero vedendoti ballare Di esser morti da sempre anche se possono respirare Vola e balla sul cuore malato, illuso sconfitto poi abbandonato Senza amore dell'uomo che confonde la luna con il sole Senza avere coltelli in mano ma nel suo povero cuore Allora vieni angelo benedetto, prova a mettere i piedi sul suo petto E stancarti a ballare al ritmo del motore e alle grandi parole Di una canzone, canzone d'amore Ecco il mistero Sotto un cielo di ferro e di gesso, l'uomo riesce a amare lo stesso E ama davvero senza nessuna certezza Che commozione, che tenerezza

(Ooh, Tash) Grah Every opp shot (Grah) Suck my dick I'm on hots He not a demon, he tough with his knocks (Like, how was you smoking my deads?) Man got dropped, he was yellin' my head Like, and these niggas not smoking on Lay, bow Reverse to see how he lay Damn, I got money, they think I'm the man Too too deep, just me and my tan Niggas ain't opps, they fans What did you do when you ran into me? Damn, these niggas pussy And we been on live on they block He tryna reach, too late, been clapped him (Click, click) Put that boy in the past tense Opp niggas, soft no napkin Bullets gon' put 'em to sleep, no nappin' And these niggas be bluffin' and chattin' He think I'm pussy 'cause I went to college Come here, let me show you what a Glock is Rip through his brain I might fuck up his knowledge I been outside since a jit Bitch, I was raised in the Ville' I was thirteen when my brother had died Then I picked up a tooley 'cause shit gettin' real Too much feelings to put in a pen All these feelings, I wanna go spin Bi-Big bro told me to chill You gon' be good, when you get you a deal Between my brothers, we share every mil' Free the 'ooters, who locked in the cell Loco, 2Makk, Bdot, Twelve Love my brothers, I love 'em for life (Ah) Two twin chops, I don't need to fight (Ah) Try to front, he got beat with the pipe Two three shots, I'm feeling like Mike Keep a strap on my hip, no dyke Spinning through Courtlandt, let's do this shit right Niggas dissing the five for the hype I'm tryna catch me an O at the light I send shots at they body, I'm not tryna type Like wait, who that in the room Oh, he jackin' the O's? I'ma boom She tryna fuck with the Wock', get into it That bitch wanna fuck, I keep me a boom 'Cause they know a new pack coming soon Notti got poked and put up on the news How you smoking on bro? Like what y'all niggas do? Me and my fifty's really going kuu Shoot up the party if they getting jiggy I'm big EBK, DOA from the fifty Oh, they looking for me? Come get wit' me Shots to the belly, fucking up his kidney Perky bussin', got me dizzy But sitchy stay on me, I'm always on fifty Big DieOs, DieGz, I'm mixy He run up, I flock my pistol Now let's take a trip to '94 Ray get to uppin', tryna up the score Lil' niggas, they ready ain't for war I spot me a shh, leave him dead on the floor I'ma flock and watch these bullets pour Hollows gon' hit his body, now he sore When we dump, we tryna hit him more Fuck a rapper, tryna get him gone Kicking they candles, everything dead Grab my chop, fill it with lead When I walk, one in the head That boy is awake, 'til we put him to bed Like, two three shots, he-he dead When I spin through they block, all I see is red Put 'em to bed, tryna flock off the peg I'm every O shot, niggas heard what I said, like Like what? Ah Every opp shot Everything dead Grah