Retro Ringtones

Túl sokszor bántottak Túl sokszor álmodtam Azt hogy élet már nem negatív (Oh nem, nem, nem, nem) És mindig úgy éreztem Hogy sose lesz jó életem De a jó Isten megfogta a kezem Azóta besüt a fény és én ébren álmodok Mindent szívemből átadok Hidd el, hogy én nem változok, változok Ez túlságosan is szép, hisz elmúlt minden bánatom Köszönöm, hogy színpadon állhatok! Nincsen bennem már fájdalom, fájdalom, fájdalom Rájöttem nem álmodok Vajon miért nem bántotok? Azért, mert ez a pénz Meg a hype az enyém (Az enyém!) De ugyanaz maradok még, még, még Csak azért, mert ezt akarom Az é-é-élet az Édеnbe haladott De szét-széttépnek, mindеnnap rohamok már Mert végül úgyis a vég vár Azóta besüt a fény és én ébren álmodok Mindent szívemből átadok Hidd el, hogy én nem változok, változok Ez túlságosan is szép, hisz elmúlt minden bánatom Köszönöm, hogy színpadon állhatok! Nincsen bennem már fájdalom, fájdalom, fájdalom

Yeah, yuh Yeah, yuh I got that Toto on me right now I got that Toto on me right now And I got no more patience for the drama you created I got, no more money students loans keep asking for me I got Curses on me mama keep on praying for me you got No more favors cut my check give me my paper it's a vibe yuh, yuh mhm mmmm Feel like I'm always on the move CMH to MCO we finally hit the cruise, cruise, cruise It's getting lit I see the city in the view, view, view She drive for miles to see me now when I touchdown And i got habits of addictions I'm the victim Baby you good for my system my prescription I got hopes I'll make it big might get a crib some better means They doubt me now then come around I greet them now with nigga please yuh I got less than zero fucks for all my enemies I got way too faded got me walking with a lean And I got you Rosanna, Rosanna I caught a vibe I got that Toto on repeat And I could careless about my fucking enemies I got way too faded got me walking with a lean And I got you Rosanna, Rosanna I caught a vibe I got that Toto on repeat yuh, yuh Feeling like a throwback take it with the Kodak that's on me yuh, yuh Caleb ask where hoe's at I ain't really on that, but I wanna see yeah, yuh Can you run my speed, can you fill my needs throw it back on me yuh, yuh Can't fuck with me when I ball all spring cause I'm out your league Back to them old days game cube all day we ain't never get no sleep Nick at nite, all that re-runs and we all alright Fubu P-Miller Polo Mike Vick's on my feet on go Special way that I fold my flag Wig that thang better get that cash I got less than zero fucks for all my enemies I got way too faded got me walking with a lean And I got you Rosanna, Rosanna I caught a vibe I got that Toto on repeat And I could careless about my fucking enemies I got way too faded got me walking with a lean And I got you Rosanna, Rosanna I caught a vibe I got that Toto on repeat yuh, yuh Say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah And I got Less than zero, less than zero fucks for all my enemies I got way too faded got me walking with a lean And I got you Rosanna, Rosanna I caught a vibe I got that Toto on repeat I got that Toto on me right now On repeat I got that Toto on me right now Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah

What's down with the new you? Didn't I used to woo you? Stuck around with the same crew Getting high on the roof Getting high on the roof What's changed? Still blowing dank propane? Still pulling up with game? Still holding up, okay? Problem when you're M.I.A What's down with the new you? Didn't I used to woo you? Stuck around with the same crew Getting high on the roof Getting high on the roof Tell me what it is, what it not Who bring the booze and the pot We come around like a lot 우리 도시야 임마 I don't got nothing to say Run round in K-Town all day Floating on float that I floated The minute I rolled up, you know it's ok This for the OG's told me Son, won't you wait your turn? I don't need bank for the songs But the songs make bank More cash on the stash I learnt That the system burn itself Just wait the time it take to Dwell on things that so far out control I smoke a O and watch them fold I mean, I'm good listen Go watch her neck glisten You call these hoes bitches I turn a queen Mrs All hits no miss Got smoke and wrist (I don't wanna waste it) I stay remiss (I stay remiss) It's just how I is (yeah, yeah, yeah)

K. Swisha 1988, retro hypebeast (Uh-huh) Bitch I'm high as fuck Man I can't even roll my weed (Skrt skrt) Never gave a fuck, CDG my Nikes (Sauce) Big ass blunt, can you roll my Backwood please (Gat, gat, gat) 1988, retro hypebeast (Uh-huh) Bitch I'm high as fuck, Man I can't even roll my weed (Skrt skrt) Never gave a fuck, CDG my Nikes (Sauce) Big ass blunt, can you roll my Backwood please (Gat, gat, gat) Ooh, you think that you stylish but nobody styling me (Skrt skrt) You think that you stylish but nobody styling me (Hey) We smoke exotic, okay tell nobody Yeah I got a room while yo' ass in the lobby You know where to find me, you still be in high, please Used to be in Follies, now I need a ten piece Louis V don't tempt me, smoke it 'til it's empty Push that pedal like ten speed, Road Runner meet me Really tryna clap them cheat sheets, first class going up You know that she glowing up, tell that lil' bih hold up You know my money don't fold, satellite, I'm going up Cashew I'm going nut, bad bih on the bus You see how my life lining up, uh (Ooh) Now I got enough, uh (Ooh) All my diamonds bust (Ooh) I got bread like crust (Ooh) 1988, retro hypebeast (Uh-huh) Bitch I'm high as fuck Man I can't even roll my weed (Skrt skrt) Never gave a fuck, CDG my Nikes (Sauce) Big ass blunt, can you roll my Backwood please (Gat, gat, gat) 1988, retro hypebeast (Uh-huh) Bitch I'm high as fuck Man I can't even roll my weed (Skrt skrt) Never gave a fuck, CDG my Nikes (Sauce) Big ass blunt, can you roll my Backwood please (Gat, gat, gat)

Ayye, ayye, 150 Dream Team, huh Packs came in, roll a wood to see what the gas like (Posto) Welcome to the fast life, buy hemi to see what the gas like Used to ride Buicks, Taruses, now I get 10k for es Pull up hoppin' outta foreign shit, splash brothers with me, scorin' shit Foe nem sluttin' hoes, all on tour shit, fly free, bitches don't aboard shit Remember youngins sleeping on the floor shit, check my bank account, my shitenormounis I mean enormous, big books on me, no thesaurus I never lied even back when I was broke, these other rappers act C.B.4. shit Hundred thousand, probably saw like four of them, back up on my shit I need some more of them Never satisfied, I need millions, niggas sitting 'round, it's civilians It's civilians, niggas killin' 'em, old ladies, man, even children Real street nigga, I ain't feelin' it, but when it come to beef, I ain't feeling shit Niggas say they see the opps, they spilling 'em, everytime they see the opps they missin' 'em Hit the innocent, go do sentences, we don't play around, lil bro finish 'em Soberer than a bitch, I ain't been sippin' shit, stacking hundreds, making forties, little shit Shit ridiculous, used to shop at corner stores with fifty cents, probably died trying not to mention it I had beef up in my hood like Fifty Cent, but I ain't ever have to make 'em many man Know my diffles, want it, bye bye many man, so you know I gotta keep it with me then Forty glizzy with me, come and get me then, kill a nigga Lord, oh forgive me, foe nem fuck around and get me him And sometimes, shit, it just remind me of nights at the club again Know security was searching me, you know that I'ma get the burner in 150 Dream Team behind me, always looking grimey And as far as trouble, we don't want none, but we still a find it I'm from Chiraq, this the lifestyle, I don't even mind it Hollows in the forty-five, X.D., beam on the side of it I can't trust these hoes, see yo house, put niggas right on it Fuck that bitch in a hotel, kick her out, I put my life on it I ain't worried about no niggas, you know that I keep my pipe on it I ain't saying nobody can get me but I see suspicion, I'm right on it Let a nigga catch me slipping, you know I deserve it Rather go out in the foreign, on the e-way swervin' When I die, don't let no pussy niggas in my service My view be so high in the sky, my phone don't got no service I get high and think of all them nights when I was serving Never went through no peer pressure, lived my life on purpose If you alive and don't get paper, you ain't got no purpose What the fuck up with the world, everybody savage Nobody wanna be no doctors, all the shorties get clapped at Ain't nobody going to college, all of the shorties on SnapChat

Shoes on, get up in the morn' Cup of milk, let's rock and roll King Kong, kick the drum Rolling on like a Rolling Stone Sing song when I'm walking home Jump up to the top, LeBron Ding-dong, call me on my phone Ice tea and a game of ping pong, huh This is getting heavy, can you hear the bass boom? I'm ready (woo-hoo) Life is sweet as honey, yeah, this beat cha-ching like money, huh Disco overload, I'm into that, I'm good to go I'm diamond, you know I glow up Hey, so let's go 'Cause I, I, I'm in the stars tonight So watch me bring the fire and set the night alight Shining through the city with a little funk and soul Light it up like dynamite, woah-oh-oh Bring a friend, join the crowd, whoever wanna come along Word up, talk the talk, just move like we off the wall Day or night, the sky's alight, so we dance to the break of dawn Ladies and gentlemen, I got the medicine So you should keep ya eyes on the ball, huh This is getting heavy, can you hear the bass boom? I'm ready (woo-hoo) Life is sweet as honey, yeah, this beat cha-ching like money, huh Disco overload, I'm into that, I'm good to go I'm diamond, you know I glow up And let's go 'Cause I, I, I'm in the stars tonight So watch me bring the fire and set the night alight Shining through the city with a little funk and soul So I'ma light it up like dynamite, woah-oh-oh Dyn-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na, life is dynamite Dyn-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na, life is dynamite Shining through the city with a little funk and soul So I'ma light it up like dynamite, woah-oh-oh Dyn-na-na-na, na-na, na-na, ayy Dyn-na-na-na, na-na, na-na, ayy Dyn-na-na-na, na-na, na-na, ayy Light it up like dynamite Dyn-na-na-na, na-na, na-na, ayy Dyn-na-na-na, na-na, na-na, ayy Dyn-na-na-na, na-na, na-na, ayy Light it up like dynamite 'Cause I, I, I'm in the stars tonight So watch me bring the fire and set the night alight Shining through the city with a little funk and soul So I'ma light it up like dynamite (This is ah) 'cause I, I, I'm in the stars tonight So watch me bring the fire and set the night alight (alight, oh) Shining through the city with a little funk and soul So I'ma light it up like dynamite, woah-oh-oh (light it up like dynamite) Dyn-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na, life is dynamite Dyn-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na, life is dynamite Shining through the city with a little funk and soul So I'ma light it up like dynamite, woah-oh-oh

ඉඟි බිඟි අපි වින්දා ඒ පෙම්පාරේ සැලි සැලි එනවාද තේරුණා ගිම්හානේ කල්යල් බැලුවාට ආදරේ අල්තාරේ රතු තොල්පෙති පාට ගෑවුනේ නෑ ආයේ සිහිනේ ඡායා, පාරාලා, ඒ සිනා නුඹේ ඒ සිනා සිලිලේ සේයා, මා කීවා නෑසෙනා සේ දරා වේදනා හිත පාරන දේද වේදනා සන්තානේ මට නෑසුන දේද කීවෙ මේ මන්දාරේ අපි ආ ගිය පාළු මාවතේ මං ආවේ නැවතී මම පාර පීරුවා හන්තානේ නැවතී මම පාර පීරුවා හන්තානේ තනියෙන් මා ගිය කාලේ ඔය මල්පාරේ නොඉඳුල් නෙත් කී මග ඈ හිරි බින්දාවේ රතු තොල් පෙති පාට ඈ ආයේ කල්යල් බැලුවාට නෑ ආවේ සිහිනේ ඡායා, පාරාලා, ඒ සිනා නුඹේ ඒ සිනා සිලිලේ සේයා, මා කීවා නෑසෙනා සේ දරා වේදනා හිත පාරන දේද වේදනා සන්තානේ මට නෑසුන දේද කීවෙ මේ මන්දාරේ අපි ආ ගිය පාළු මාවතේ මං ආවේ නැවතී මම පාර පීරුවා හන්තානේ නැවතී මම පාර පීරුවා හන්තානේ

Beba, vende mis Retro 11s Quema to'a mi ropa, to' mi closet Echa disolvente por mi coche, ráyalo y escríbeme: "Mal hombre" Típica mierda de telenovela Mierda por la que en Twitter te cancelan Se que no se te han pasa'o por la cabeza Pero tienes el pase pa' hacerlas Si te fallo alguna vez Yeah, I been there Yeah, I done that Por si alguna vez te trato de tonta O si te fallo alguna vez Yeah, I been there Yeah, I done that Si lo hago loca, quémame las Jordan Mira pedazo de subnormal yo te dije los rollos una vez Y te dije que no te los iba a repetir y tú sigues jodiendo Así que vete pa'l carajo ¿Por qué tenemos que hablar de esto en medio de Off-White? ¿Sabes que la peña que curra aquí me escucha, verdad? ¿Sabes que la gente que compra aquí me escucha, verdad? ¿Sabes que se te oye desde la puerta, verdad? ¿Verdad? ¿Verdad? ¿Verdad? ¿Cómo sabes el nombre del nueve de ese equipo? ¿Cómo sabes donde juega en cuatro domingos? Me huelo cosas, no cuentas conmigo Ya tengo sustituto si patino Óyeme Beba, vende mis Retro 11s Quema to'a mi ropa, to' mi closet Echa disolvente por mi coche, ráyalo y escríbeme: "Mal hombre" Típica mierda de telenovela Mierda por la que en Twitter te cancelan Sé que no se te han pasa'o por la cabeza Pero tienes el pase pa' hacerlas Si te fallo alguna vez Yeah, I been there Yeah, I done that Por si alguna vez te trato de tonta O si te fallo alguna vez Yeah, I been there Yeah, I done that Si lo hago loca, quémame las Jordan Beba, vende mis Retro 11 Quema to'a mi ropa, to mi closet Yeah, Cruzzi Yeah, mira Soy un cityboy, conozco to' los trucos del libro Cabin crews con números angelicales en la bio Con emojis de hadas y de pintarse las uñas Hit once, only once y estás en to's los groupchats To the streets, I belong to the streets, mami La peña se divorcia por mierdas así Más fama, más salvaje No creas que no soy consciente, mami Pierdo contacto con la realidad si te joden, mami Yeah, I been there Yeah, I spun that Vengarse no es difícil con mi funda, no Amarrarme no es difícil con tu bunda, no "Nunca nos falló" puesto en mi tumba, dawg Existe la lealtad y existe el respeto Usted y yo nos dimos una palabra que es "Hasta la muerte"

Uh,Uh,Uh,Uh,Uh,Uh,Uh Many nights to be in the club poppin' dubs Pushing foreigns Bitch we whippin' up a jag If you gon' pull up Then you bound to blow a bag Yeah, too different I'm up now Yeah yeah All these bitches wanna fuck now Yeah yeah Treat you like a fucking buss down Yeah yeah Take you out for one-night pipe you out (Pipe you out) Think you hittin' home runs till I strike you out Yeah if you wanna be my bitch Don't take no sides (uh uh) If that's yo bitch, what she doing outside? Cold ass whip i'm hoppin' out with a 45 Get yo soul, get it tied You don't want the smoke i'll get you fried Pull up to your block I turn it hot How yo homie die by a thot? (Yeah!) Chop came with a scope Hit that man in his head till I let it go Uh 7.62 bitch I've been a grave digger Run up on me Promise finna pull tha trigger Making money, yeah I'm throwing up these figures Codeine, bitch I'm really a dreamer OD put that boy in an arena Holy, yeah my choppa is a singer Hittin' my line, bitch you hear the ringer She taking this dick while I use a finger Choppa on my side bitch I hit him in his femur Made that boy run like he Ricky Shit really 'bouta get sticky Inna fucking club while I'm throwing 50 Gotta a wife but I'm still spending Many nights to be in the club poppin' dubs Pushing foreigns Bitch we whippin' up a jag If you gon pull up Then you bound to blow a bag Yeah, too different I'm up now Yeah yeah All these bitches wanna fuck now Yeah yeah Treat you like a fucking buss down Yeah yeah Take you out for one-night pipe you out Yeah, uh stop that smoke bitch Like a white girl, I got totes bitch Come on lil hoe bring that throat bitch Yeah fully auto-hittin' with that xen Hittin' yo bitch from the back when she said we was friends (uh) Money different, money different Bad bitches, yeah we steady pimpin' Hella glocks, pick with them extensions You wanna be a fan You just acting like a lil man You did not fall through on the plan Hella gwaup bitch i'm stackin' up on these bands Many nights to be in the club poppin' dubs Pushing foreigns Bitch we whippin' up a jag If you gon pull up Then you bound to blow a bag Yeah, too different I'm up now Yeah yeah All these bitches wanna fuck now Yeah yeah Treat you like a fucking buss down Yeah yeah Take you out for one-night pipe you out (Pipe you out)