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Bilderbuch – Baba Lyrics

[Songtext zu „Baba“]

[Refrain]
He
He, Monika
Sag es einmal noch zart
Sag leise Baba
He
He, Monika
Wie früher, ah ah
Sag leise Baba

[Strophe 1]
Sie spaziert durch ihr Quartier
Durch den Strohhalm schlürft sie ihr Bier
Braucht kein Cash
Sie hat
Was richtig flasht
Ihr Brand
Ist Second Hand
Wie man es aus Milano, Paris kennt
Für sie ist heute spät
Halb zehn
Zeit zu gehn'

[Refrain]
He
He, Monika
Sag es einmal noch zart
Sag leise Baba
He
He, Monika
Wie früher, ah ah

Sag leise Baba
[Instrumental Break]

[Strophe 2]
Wir waren die Nächte ewig auf
Vom Kokai-Kokai-Coca Cola
Du, Ich und dein Motorola
Brrrr, Akku vorbei
Sie sagt, Sie hat zu viel geraucht
Und Ihr Buffalo Boot dämpft
Die letzte Memphis aus
Für sie ist heute spät
Kurz vor zehn
Zeit zu gehn'

[Interlude]

[Refrain]
He
He, Monika
Sag es einmal noch zart
Sag leise Baba
He
He, Monika
Wie früher, ah ah
Sag leise Baba
Yalla

[Outro]

Vanessa Paradis – Gotta Have It Lyrics

I know where I shouldn’t be
You take my heart and drink it for tea
You mix me up and walk out the door
You take my love and hurt me for more

But I gotta have it
Watch out for the damage
From New York straight to Paris
I’m talking Lenny Kravitz

Whenever he is around
He puts me six feet under the ground
And when you call he can never be found
‘Cause he’s always out on the town

But I gotta have it
Watch out for the damage
From New York straight to Paris
I’m talking Lenny Kravitz

He is so funky and he’s looking good
And he does it like a good man should
And I would love him if I only could
But his heart is like a piece of wood

But I gotta have it
Watch out for the damage
From New York straight to Paris
I’m talking Lenny Kravitz

Counting Crows – The Tall Grass Lyrics

“Come outside,” she said to me
As if I knew just what she’d say
“Come outside, we’ll watch tomorrow
Pull the curtain on today”

“Come outside into the tall grass
And the old corn and the shit
Come outside o child
Into the wild and weep for it”

And all along I know
I don’t know the why

And it takes me through the meadows
And I have got a rifle on my arm
And the rabbit won’t stop shaking
But the life is gone

And there is blood upon the clover
And, oh god, his eyes are open wide
Staring up at me and infinity
And the shrinking English sky

And all along I tell myself
I don’t know thе why
And as the idea ossifies
I can’t bеlieve it’s mine

I make a change
He is wordless and silent and
He says “Just close my eyes.”

“I have one eye open to the rain
And one pressed to the ground again
And I don’t know why…
And I don’t know why…
And I don’t know why…”

No they don’t know why
No they don’t know why
No they don’t know, don’t know don’t know, don’t know…

Oh, she takes a train to Paris
For a weekend with a friend
They take you places
Trains and summers
At 200 miles an hour
That you’ve never been
Did I ever say
The way your breath
Takes mine away

As I start out at the grassland
Past the living and the dead
Matter forming and decaying
A perpetual uprising

Let there be a revolution
And a light to lead us on
Just a ball of souls revolving
Spinning circles round the sun

For the infinite and ageless
For the meaningless and painless
For the times we shook like rabbits
Felt like children
Made us ask this

Can you see me?
Can you see me?
Can you see me?
Can you see me?

Can you see me?
For I am changing
But all the same things
Come back to haunt me

There are trains that can take a girl to Paris
There are planes that can bring you home
There are some of us get broken when we’re children
And you never get it back once that is gone

And I don’t know why
No, I don’t know why
No, I don’t know why
No, I don’t know why

JAY1 – Paris Lyrics

[Intro: JAY1]
Uh-uh, uh, uh-uh
Yeah, yeah
Uh, woo
(Nostalgia)

[Verse 1: JAY1]
Look at my face, I do not give a fuck
I pray for my niggas, I’m hoping they buss
She twerking and twerking, she turning it up
All my niggas backstage and we burning it up
They clapping and bragging, they thirsty for clout
If you talk bad you’ll get one to your mouth
My niggas are hungry, the streets are a drought
We leave with your gyallie, we’re getting it down (Down, down, down, down)
Yeah, yeah
I’m going to Paris to link with a baddie
Before I jet off I’ma bill up a fatty
My baby, she bad and she drives a Bugatti (Yeah, yeah)
Run up a check and I beg you be quick
Got diamonds and Gucci all up in my wrists
I come to the place likе I just hit a lick
I just hit the fucking belly, belly
Sеxy mami, tell her, “Come and get me”
Smoking loud, I got that smelly, smelly
Now she’s rubbing all up on my semi, semi
Twenty rackers if you wanna book me
Never take me for a fucking rookie
In the booth you know I’m fucking cooking
Working, working, juugging when there’s no one looking

[Chorus: JAY1 & Berna]
Fucking up all these feelings, JAY1 couldn’t give a fuck about breddas
Peng tings wanna do pie, uh
Bitch, am I looking like Memphis?
I got the whole gang doing up leverage
D9 stepped through looking like the bestest
[?], put the peng tings on the guest list (Ayy, look)
Brozay gotta be there for a mention

[Verse 2: Berna]
I got a baddie, she thick as a brick
Freak of the week [?] of the ten (Skrr)
Gave me the coochie and buss up my Gucci
Didn’t like trap, ruined the drip (Ugh)
Pissed that I lost my grinder, now I’m the function looking for chip
Bros got smoke for pricks
That not a trailer, that’s an extended clip
Huh, look at the clothes, I bought her those, look at the kicks
She fucks with the boy ’cause we’re young and we lit
And she didn’t eat dinner but she ate the dick
It’s probably ’cause we’re on top, if I drop this top, she’ll drop her top
I told bro-bro go look for her bestie but he’s in the corner looking for opps (Opps), fuck the cops (Cops)
Medicinal weed (Weed), it’s making me cough (Cough)
I’m with the squad, told her pull up to the zoo Gorillas all over the block (All over the block)
Biscotti or dog (Dog), huh
All in the air like fog
Beefing with bro, bring the burger out
Wipe his nose, give him something to smirk about
She heard from a Donny that I got a longy, now she wanna ride it, that’s word of mouth (Ride it, that’s word of mouth)
Fuck the clout, I just wanna free all of my people out
All the drip on the boy, I don’t see a drought
We them niggas on top that they speak about

[Chorus: JAY1]
Fuck-fuck, fucking up all these feelings, JAY1 couldn’t give a fuck about breddas
Peng tings wanna do pie, uh
Bitch, am I looking like Memphis?
I got the whole gang doing up leverage
D9 stepped through looking like the bestest
[?], put the peng tings on the guest list
Brozay gotta be there for a mention

Charles Trenet – La Romance De Paris Lyrics

La romance de Paris
Charles Trenet

Paroles: Charles Trenet
Musique: Léo Chauliac
(1942)

Ils s’aimaient depuis deux jours à peine
Y a parfois du bonheur dans la peine
Mais depuis qu’ils étaient amoureux
Leur destin n’était plus malheureux,
Ils vivaient avec un rêve étrange,
Et ce rêve était bleu comme les anges
Leur amour était un vrai printemps, oui
Aussi pur que leurs tendres vingt ans.

C’est la romance de Paris,
Au coin des rues elle fleurit,
Ça met au cœur des amoureux
Un peu de rêve et de ciel bleu,
Ce doux refrain de nos faubourgs
Parle si gentiment d’amour
Que tout le monde en est épris :
C’est la romance de Paris!

La banlieue était leur vrai domaine

Ils partaient à la fin de la semaine
Dans les bois pour cueillir le muguet
Ou sur un bateau pour naviguer.
Ils buvaient aussi dans les guinguettes
Du vin blanc qui fait tourner la tête,
Et quand ils se donnaient un baiser, oui
Tous les couples en dansant se disaient

{au Refrain}

C’est ici que s’arrête mon histoire,
Aurez-vous de la peine à me croire?
Si j’vous dis qu’il s’aimèrent chaque jour,
Qu’ils vieillirent avec leur tendre amour;
Qu’ils fondèrent une famille admirable,
Et qu’ils eurent des enfants adorables,
Qu’ils moururent gentiment, inconnus, oui
En partant comme ils étaient venus

{au Refrain}

Smino – R&G Lyrics

[Intro]
Scorchin’
Round it up
Oh, oh, oh

[Verse 1]
Hop off the phone, call his
I know it’s so important
I’m focused on fortunes
Yeah, yeah, I’m scorchin’
Sure we are, Shoreditch
I rock Air Forces don’t force shit
[?]
Long hair, uh-huh
Blow her, uh-huh
Juices in Paris ain’t no purr (Uh oh)
Ice cream, I’ll sneeze
Look like [?] (Come ‘ere)
Get it big, get the facial, oh
Never let the bullshit faze ya, look
You’re too big, you’re too big, too big, big

[Pre-Chorus]
Just remain me
Just remain me
Just remain me
Just remain me
Just remain me
Just remain me
Just remain me
Just remain me

[Chorus]
Raised in gravy
That you can’t eat
Shit was crazy
Mama baby
Only son in her Earth she had to blame me
Any time some shit redundant weren’t no strain on me

[Verse 2]
Ain’t much changed lil’ [?] niggas
Still sit here smokin’ on boogers (Boogers)
Still look out for my sisters (Sisters)
They don’t wanna put me on game, no rookie
Never let a lil’ hoe spin your way, spin yo’ cash
Life a movie nigga blick yo’ cash
Quentin Tarasmino
Blackjack, no casino (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
North County, yeah, that’s where my blood, my family at
I spill it out for the family, yeah I know (I spill it out, oh)
Done, done it all, all summer long
These kids poppin’ they sing along
I know [?]
Smart guy, I needed more like Marcus
Remarkable how big my market is
Get it so it stand still
Time never stood still, stand
Dirty laundry (Lemme hear that)

[Pre-Chorus]
Just remain me
Just remain me
Just remain me
Just remain me
Just remain me
Just remain me
Just remain me
Just remain me

[Chorus]
Raised in gravy
That you can’t eat
Shit was crazy
Mama baby
Only son in her Earth she had to blame me
Any time some shit redundant

Justin Bieber – Know No Better Lyrics

[Chorus: Justin Bieber]
When I look at you, yeah, I see forever
Yeah, I made mistakes, baby, I ain’t know no better
And when we fell in love, you made me feel special
I want you right here in my arms forever, oh-oh-oh

[Verse 1: Justin Bieber]
I can see us vibin’ for the rest of our days (Uh-huh)
Jumpin’ over hurdles that try to get in our way (We do)
And they can say what they wanna say
Baby, we can go all the way
Just take my hand and follow me, yeah
I want you and only you, yes, I do
I wanna kick it like kung fu, wanna see what the drums do (Dun-dun-dun-dun-dun, dun)
And you know I could tell no lies and that’s on God
‘Cause you’re the one that I run to
Mic chеck, one-two, one-two
No one compеtes, you’re all I need
Big flash, say, “Cheese”
Vacay in Paris
You’re my baby boo like a ghost
When the tide rides, we gon’ flow
Yeah, they try to stop us like no, like no, oh, no

[Chorus: Justin Bieber]
When I look at you, yeah, I see forever
Yeah, I made mistakes, baby, I ain’t know no better
And when we fell in love, you made me feel special
I want you right here in my arms forever, oh-oh-oh

[Interlude: DaBaby & Justin Bieber]
Right here, right here (Oh-oh-oh)
Right here, let’s go

[Verse 2: DaBaby]
I want her right here in my arms
She really like me ’cause my charm
She like, “I didn’t know you sing like that,” I don’t
I’m just givin’ out flavor, let’s order a charter (Let’s order a jet)
Won’t go to the airport, let’s fly to Jamaica (Yoom)
I know that your friends wanna come with you, you can take ’em (Come on)
‘Cause I’m not a bad sport (Let’s go), you gon’ need a passport
Me and you are a team
I’ll be your bestie
Just promise you gon’ love me and protect me
And I know you got everybody on your neck
And you curved ’em all to the left, everybody, except me

[Chorus: Justin Bieber & DaBaby]
When I look at you, yeah, I see forever (Yeah, when I look at you)
Yeah, I made mistakes, baby, I ain’t know no better (Know, oh-oh-oh-oh)
And when we fell in love, you made me feel special
I want you right here in my arms forever, oh-oh-oh

[Outro: DaBaby]
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh (Ha)

Jay-Z & Kanye West’s “Ni***s In Paris” Now 8x Platinum, Inches Toward Diamond Status

American rappers Jay-Z and Kanye Wests’ 2011 hit “Ni**as in Paris” is now 8X platinum.

The song is from the artists’ collaborative album Watch the Throne. The song debuted at number 75 on the US Billboard Hot 100 chart and eventually peaked at number 5. In Australia, the song is currently at 2X platinum with 140,000 sales, while the single is certified Platinum in Belgium with 15,000 sales.

On top of its impressive numbers, the song also earned Ye and Jay Grammy awards for Best Rap Performance and Best Rap Song at the 55th Grammy awards in 2013. Now, its’ latest achievement being the 8x platinum certification in the United States through the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA), the single has racked up a whopping eight million in sales.

“Ni**as in Paris” in its radio version called “Fellas in Paris” has received close to 315 million views on YouTube. The album from which it stems, Watch the Throne, was released through Roc-A-Fella Records, Def Jam Recordings, and Roc Nation. Chart Data confirmed the news via Twitter that the song surpassed 8 million units in the United States and inches towards joining the diamond club.

US Certifications (@RIAA): Jay Z & @kanyewest, N****s in Paris 8x Platinum (8,000,000).

— chart data (@chartdata) March 24, 2021

The duo released a total of seven singles to get fans ready for the album’s release. “Otis,” “Lift Off,” “No Church In the Wild,” “H.A.M,” and as noted “Ni**as in Paris,” we’re also all blessed with music videos.

This was not the first time Jay-Z and Kanye West collaborated, as they had worked together on various singles before the album’s release.

It is reported that an album was not what the two had planned, but instead, they wanted to produce a five-song EP together. The album features other major artists, including Jay-Z’s wife Beyonce, Frank Ocean, Connie Mitchell, The Dream, Mr. Hudson, and Charlie Wilson.

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Lost My Name – Rise It Up! Lyrics

Labels would probably tell us
«Now you should entertain us
3 boyz, 1 girl,
You could be her father
Get back to school bus»
Did you say «tour bus»?
I know that you want the hypest !
See Justice, Daft Punk, Air & Phoenix,
So much better than us !

But still we come from Paris
We’re gonna break the fences
If you came to slap us, or compare to Cassius,
We’re off to the races
We are the right guys
To take you for a ride
to take ya, take ya

We are the right guys, to take you for a ride

CHORUS:

Straight up so high
Until we die
We’re gonna rise it up !
You can’t deny, can’t deny
That we’re risin up
Straight up so high
Until we die
We’re gonna keep it tight !
You can’t deny
We won the fight

Labels would probably tell us

That French is better for us
Maybe, maybe not,
Anyway, thanks a lot
Your advice is so damn precious
It’s so insidious
We’ll never be the hypest !

THE HYPEST
THE HYPEST

We are the right guys, To take you for a ride
You gonna get high, Now is your favorite part
Now let’s just scream out, and let us blow your mind
We’ve got the right rhymes, we are the right guys !

We are the right guys, to take you for a ride,
We are the right guys, to turn you upside down !

Straight up so high
Until we die
We’re gonna rise it up !
You can’t deny, can’t deny
That we’re risin up
Straight up so high
Until we die
We’re gonna keep it tight !
You can’t deny
We won the fight

Rod Stewart – Every Picture Tells A Story Lyrics

Spent some time feelin’ inferior
standing in front of my mirror
Combed my hair in a thousand ways
but I came out looking just the same

Daddy said, “Son, you better see the world
I wouldn’t blame you if you wanted to leave
But remember one thing don’t lose your head
to a woman that’ll spend your bread”
So I got out

Paris was a place you could hide away
if you felt you didn’t fit in
French police wouldn’t give me no peace
They claimed I was a nasty person
Down along the Left Bank minding my own
Was knocked down by a human stampede
Got arrested for inciting a peacful riot
when all I wanted was a cup of tea
I was accused
I moved on

Down in Rome I wasn’t getting enough
of the things that keeps a young man alive
My body stunk but I kept my funk
at a time when I was right out of luck
Getting desperate indeed I was
Looking like a tourist attraction
Oh my dear I better get out of here
‘for the Vatican don’t give no sanction
I wasn’t ready for that, no no

I moved right out east yeah!
On the Peking ferry I was feeling merry
sailing on my way back here
I fell in love with a slit eyed lady
by the light of an eastern moon
Shangai Lil never used the pill
She claimed that it just ain’t natural
She took me up on deck and bit my neck
Oh people I was glad I found her
Oh yeah I was glad I found her

I firmly believe that I didn’t need anyone but me
I sincerely thought I was so complete
Look how wrong you can be

The women I’ve known I wouldn’t let tie my shoe
They wouldn’t give you the time of day
But the slit eyed lady knocked me off my feet
God I was glad I found her
And if they had the words I could tell to you
to help you on the way down the road
I couldn’t quote you no Dickens, Shelley or Keats
’cause it’s all been said before
Make the best out of the bad just laugh it off
You didn’t have to come here anyway
So remember, every picture tells a story don’t it

The Kid LAROI – Bottled Up Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Hmm
Oh-oh, yeah
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, yeah
I do not know (Yeah)
Ayy

[Chorus]
Bottled up (Ayy), bottled up
All of this time all my feelings been bottled up (Ayy), bottled up
My momma drinkin’ and she pourin’ all of it up, huh, all of it up
The voices they talkin’ to me, they say, “Bottoms up, ayy, bottoms up” (Ayy, yeah)

[Verse 1]
She went to Paris, she want the La La Love
Bad, bad love
I told her [?]
Just say, “Yes”, love
She don’t want none of that
None of that, none of that
She don’t want none of that, none of that
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Bottled up (Ayy), bottled up
All of this time all my feelings been bottled up (Ayy), bottled up
My momma drinkin’ and she pourin’ all of it up, huh, all of it up
The voices they talkin’ to me, they say, “Bottoms up, ayy, bottoms up” (Ayy, yeah)

[Verse 2]
Oh but now we’re no, no, no, no, no, no
Send me your location, I know, know, know, know
I get away, I [?] no, no, no, no, no, no
Ah, nah, nah
And I just don’t know
I just don’t know
Prayin’ I stay with you (Yeah)
I don’t know why she on my mind
Money on my, uh
Money on my mind but she come second to the game, woah, woah
My momma told me that she been the [?], yeah
I saw my momma she takin’ a Xanny, now she don’t wake up
My momma promised that she would get all that shit now she [?], woah
That’s why I get my emotions sealed
‘Cause I saw her [?] she on the [?], yeah
Daddy told me whatever it is
And I can’t get it no more
[?] that shit double cup
I don’t give a damn, don’t no more
Put [?] no more
Yeah, ayy, ayy
Now she got it all

[Chorus]
Bottled up (Ayy), bottled up
All of this time all my feelings been bottled up (Ayy), bottled up
My momma drinkin’ and she pourin’ all of it up, huh, all of it up
The voices they talkin’ to me, they say, “Bottoms up, ayy, bottoms up” (Ayy, yeah)

Aston Merrygold – Share A Coke Lyrics

I set a rocket launcher
And landed on the moon
I take a trip to China
In my hot air balloon
Swam the deepest oceans
From London to Peru
I stay awake all night
Just to think about

You and I
Make simple something special
All we do is try
Cause trying is acceptable
Wishing you could be
Right here next to me (to me)

So when you’re mad
Or feeling blue
Don’t be so cold
Cause here’s the truth
Of all the things on my list to do
I’d rather just share a coke with you

I could travel across the canyon
Then sail upon a cruise
Bungee jump in Paris

Or party in Cancun
There’s always something missing
If I can’t be with you (you, you)

Oh because, you and I
Make simple something special
All we do is try
Cause trying is acceptable
Wishing you could be
Right here next to me (to me)

So when you’re mad
Or feeling blue
Don’t be so cold
Cause here’s the truth
Of all the things on my list to do
I’d rather just share a coke with you

With you, with you, with you
With you, with you, with you
Of all the thing son, my list to do
I’d rather just share a coke with you

Temecula Road – Everything I Love Lyrics

[Verse 1]
You're a Polaroid from the best night ever
Last song on an indie record no one's heard
So good, it hurts
You're the back row of a drive-in movie
First crush kiss runnin' through me
Where do I start?
Yeah, you are

[Chorus]
Everything I love, love, love, love, love
Everything I love, love, love, love, love
Everywhere I wanna go and ever been
Everything I've done and wanna do again
Every prayer to God I've evеr sent up
Everything I love, lovе, love, love, love
Everything I love, love, love, love, love

[Verse 2]
You're a window seat cuttin' through the clouds
Roots underneath my hometown
Paradise and Paris lights
Sunday slow, yeah, and Friday free
On fields of gold, old school soul
You're everything
[Chorus]
Everything I love, love, love, love, love
Everything I love, love, love, love, love

Everywhere I wanna go and ever been
Everything I've done and wanna do again
Every prayer to God I've ever sent up
Everything I love, love, love, love, love
Everything I love, love, love, love, love

[Bridge]
I never thought I'd find someone
Who's everything I could ever want
I don't need anything
Don't need anything
You're every song I wanna sing
So much better than all my dreams
I don't need anything
Yeah, you're everything

[Chorus]
Everything I love, love, love, love, love
Everything I love, love, love, love, love
Everywhere I wanna go and ever been
Everything I've done and wanna do again
Every prayer to God I've ever sent up
Everything I love, love, love, love, love
Everything I love, love, love, love, love

Mac Demarco – European Vegas Lyrics

So you think you’re lonely, you think that you’re the only one
Baby, listen closely, let me be your number one
The city’s getting colder, the streets are turning into ice
So baby, hold me closer, let me stay for one more night

Nothing’s quite the same as European Vegas
Nothing’s quite the same as European Vegas

So baby, take my hand walking down the avenue
I know you wanted Paris, I guess that this will have to do

So come on quit your dreaming,girl I got the master plan
The city isn’t so bad,when your with your lover man

Nothing’s quite the same as European Vegas
Nothing’s quite the same as European Vegas

Nothing’s quite the same as European Vegas
Nothing’s quite the same as European Vegas
Nothing’s quite the same as European Vegas
Nothing’s quite the same as European Vegas

Safe – Ttg Lyrics

[Chorus]
Trap smarter
Yima did enough, don’t make it harder
Roll with protection, boy, don’t get caught up, yeah
Don’t be out here looking for no drama

[Verse]
Thankful how almighty changed my lifestyle
Every day remember spending every night out
Making money using niggas whips for ride outs
Legendary how we turn they block inside out
Any hater in the world that could hear me
I only fear Allah, you don’t fear me
TTG for my habibis
I don’t need a skully, trust and believe me
I don’t need no Tiffany, I need RiRi
Caribbean girls, I like ’em freaky

Nasty likе Lai, sneaky like Mimi
I flow like thе ocean her p*ssy Fiji
Everybody needs some lovin’, somethin’
Music with a little substance, no dumb shit
This that Lamborghini lifestyle
I can treat you to a night out
Paris when we shoppin’, rackies on me right now, pipe down
Molly got you hype now
Tell me that you want it right now, maybe we could try
Baby girl I gotta slide, ooh woah, oh-oh

[Chorus]
Trap smarter
Yima did enough, don’t make it harder
Roll with protection, boy, don’t get caught up, yeah
Don’t be out here looking for no drama

Benny The Butcher shares ”Timeless” featuring Lil Wayne and Big Sean

Benny The Butcher shares ”Timeless” featuring Lil Wayne and Big Sean
Taken from the Griselda rapper’s upcoming project Burden of Proof.

By David Renshaw

October 09, 2020

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Griselda rapper Benny the Butcher has shared the lead single from his upcoming album Burden of Proof. “Timeless” features Lil Wayne and Big Sean and is streaming below.

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Burden Of Proof is due October 16 and is produced entirely by Hit-Boy. Guests on the album are set to include Rick Ross, Freddie Gibbs, Queen Naija, and Benny’s Griselda co-horts Conway the Machine and Westside Gunn.

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“If you understand the meaning (Burden of Proof), it’s one trying to prove their assertion; and that’s what I’m doing with this album,” Benny the Butcher said in a statement. “This is the validation of what I have been saying all this time about Griselda, BSF, Benny The Butcher, coming to fruition. The Burden of Proof always lies with me.”

2020 has been another productive year for the Griselda stable; Westside Gunn has released two albums (Pray for Paris and Flygod Is an Awesome God II) while Conway The Machine’s From King to a GOD dropped in September. The trio’s Shady Records debut album WWCD dropped in 2019.

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PJ celebrates the release of Waiting for Paris with a late-night video for “Privately”

PJ celebrates the release of Waiting for Paris with a late-night video for “Privately”
The L.A.-based R&B singer’s new EP is out today.

By Alex Robert Ross

May 29, 2020

North Carolina-born, L.A.-based R&B singer PJ has spent the past few weeks releasing covers of her favorite songs —  including Roddy Ricch’s “High Fashion” and Doja Cat’s “Say So” — for her Quarantine Tapes series. Now she’s turning her attention to original tracks with her new EP, Waiting For Paris, out this morning via Atlantic Records. Alongside the release, PJ is premiering the video for “Privately,” the project’s slinky and sexually charged intro.

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“I’m excited for people to see this video because it’s a different type of look for me,” PJ wrote in an email to The FADER. “We shot it in the quarantine — we wanted it to feel like me and my bae had this whole empty city to ourselves. It’s been a minute since I put a project out. But it’s the same PJ. I’m just being honest about how I feel, and I’m okay with being an underdog. I embrace it fully. And this is just a start to what’s ahead. I still have an album coming.”

Watch the video for “Privately” at the top of the page and listen to Waiting For Paris here.

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Alex Isley – We’ll Always Have Paris Lyrics

I think I changed my mind for the last time
No more chances, no more answers
Almost came cross the line 3 or 4 times
I can’t go there, a broken heart gets nowhere

We’ll always have Paris, we’ll share it
But that’s far as it goes, that’s all that I know
Nothing else to call it, I’m not for it
That’s far as it goes, that’s all that I know

One thing I can define
You gave me love so blind
I won’t forget it, I know where we were heading (yeaaa)
I like us kissing by the Eiffel
I don’t like walking with my eyes closed
So I had to break this cycle
Before all the lights go

We’ll always have Paris, we’ll share it
But that’s far as it goes, that’s all that I know
Nothing else to call it, I’m not for it
That’s far as it goes, that’s all that I know

This is where I leave you
Knowing I don’t want to
But that’s as far as it goes
That’s all that I know
Thank you for the memories
I’m not feeling risky
That’s as far as it goes
That’s all that I know

This is as far as it goes
This is the part where I go
I can’t get hurt no more, no more

This is as far as it goes
This is the part where I go
I can’t get hurt no more, no more

Tsr Crew – Tsr Au Complet Lyrics

[Couplet 1 : Hugo]
On vient pas creuser nos tombes on vient creuser notre cratère
Trop de casse-tete, sur cassette c’est violent comme un crash-test
Tu t’es trompé si grâce au rap t’as cru qu’t’allais avoir l’succès
Tu comptes devenir une star, c’est pas le micro qu’il va falloir sucer
J’suis pas comme toi, je veux un sampleur et toi de la haute couture
Si différent je défends à coup de cutter ma sous-culture
Nos mots s’épaississent on a peu de vannes ici
J’vois que les obsédés suivent la c’est le 18
On voit trop de frénésie pour une OCB slim
C’est pas qu’des phases qui riment trop satirique ouais ça t’irrite
Dans l’G.A.V, on marque nos blazes avec un emballage de vache qui rit
Bah non j’suis pas ravi même à Paris y’a des parties pas riches
D’ici jusqu’à Garibaldi, tous les petits gars d’Paris balisent
On encule ces cons d’shtars, fais gaffe on charge les travs en bavent
Tous en délit, je te parle des lieux où les scooters deviennent des avions de chasse
Notre album c’est comme mon flow j’suis sur qu’il pète
Dans c’monde chelou les boloss trouvent leurs femmes sur Ebay
Faut qu’on sorte de la, si tu bouges pas ouais ca se fera sans toi
J’garde mon sang froid avec des 16 mesures et des 1664
Sois sans crainte on représente pour les fumeurs de foin
Paris c’est hardcore comme péter dans le métro aux heures de pointes
Embrouilles entre mecs et meufs j’te parle même pas des femmes entre elles, rien que ça chipote
Quand je serai casé j’aurais le sourire de Fernandel
Et ouais sans dec’ elles veulent plus un p’tit cul mais un mini-p’tit cul
Je suis pas un indien dans la ville mais moi je suis perdu comme Mimisiku
J’regrette un peu tout ça l’école primaire et les fêtes sans cool-al
Les journées sans collage, quand mon idole il s’appelait Sangohan
On m’a dit oublie l’amour si t’as pas d’Manix
Dégaine classique comme au lycée j’ai pas un style by Armani
Trop de chattes et chiens de la casse, Paris une animalerie
Les amis partent vite, veulent l’compte en banque de Nas ou d’Ally McBeal
Des métissés y’a des renois des noichs et des arabes ici
Trop d’aléas j’ai les yeux rouges sans même aller à la piscine
J’ai des mauvaises manies, les mauvais chemins sont en duplicata
C’est le TSR attention v’la le début d’une big attaque
On connait pas le dur labeur on pratique pas le yoga
C’est pas la cité de la peur on danse pas la Carioca
Et ouais gars, on est soudé dans les grosses galères
Ici y’a que des gosses guer-lar, y’a pas de boloss comme Ross Geller
Faut pas qu’on s’enterre comme ça, je ne décris pas un monde joli sans guerre
La folie dans les veines, on vise la tête comme la police anglaise

[Couplet 2 : Omry ]
De qui s’méfier ? De moi ou des autres
Tout ce que j’sais c’est qu’j’fais désordre quand j’t’émoigne de mes fautes
Car j’ai fait beaucoup de mal sans raison
Sans que j’ai honte j’écris un problème sans le résoudre
Comme ce type qui deale moi j’sais , il sait que la vie coûte
Mais que la mort vaut si peu cher
On a si peu le choix, peu de spliff s’achèvent
La vie est une chienne qui fuse comme un XXX
On fait c’qu’on peut avec ce qu’on a
Pour se faire connaitre même si on peut finir dans le coma
Des fois petit je me demande où t’es, où tu finiras
Si on te retrouveras au fond du gouffre à tes funérailles
Car comme tu sais des fois la vie dérape
Enfant des rues aux coins des ghettos XXX
Faut s’méfier de tout et même de toi
Surtout que tous comme toi se foutent des lois
Et ils s’étonnent que les voitures brûlent
Que les mecs sont des brutes et les miss des putes et traînées
Que TSR défraie
Chronique on est 3 MC fêlés qui t’effraient et te corrigent
Car finit l’époque des passes passes et autres cabrioles
Dans notre jeu de carte y’a pas d’as, la jeunesse cambriolle
Pour nous y’a pas de place une carrière folle
Avec un cadavre dans le coffre, 2 chevaux pour tirer la cariole
On passe vite du tricycle au carjacking
Tu te fais même jackter par des miss comme Brown Jackie
On veut l’or, pas l’bronze, le jackpot et l’titre
Meme si on a la couronne l’trône reste électrique
Voila pourquoi on ne peut que salement vivre
Car sans répit sans avenir on peut que sagement vivre
Donc les sales mômes arrivent droit dans la tête
Comme un 5 coins d’weed dans un seul pet’

[Couplet 3 : Nero]
Hey petit je ne t’en veux pas, même si c’est pas passable
Tu ne méritais pas ça, l’enfer c’est les autres
Lis Jean-Paul Sartre et tu verras qu’il faut se méfier pour éviter tout désastre
De qui me méfier ? A qui me confier ? A qui me révéler ?
Vu que je ne sais même plus car y’a trop de sourires de putes
Dans la dernière lutte lors de ma chute
A qui léguer mon fut, ma hutte, et toute ma thune
Alors j’évite les gens car le temps les change
Quitte à paraître un peu méchant, quitte à paraître un peu étrange
J’évite les gens quitte à paraître introverti
Quitte à paraître un peu trop triste j’en ai rien à foutre
Sur qui j’peux compter un jour ou l’autre nous le verrons
Je ne peux encore citer de noms, les vrais sûrement se reconnaîtrons
Peut etre qu’au fond c’est moi qui suis comme ça
Et si je vois le mal c’est que je crois le monde comme moi

[Couplet 4 : Vin7]
Qu’est ce que tu veux je dise toujours les même biz’
Toujours les même qui abusent toujours les même qui s’amusent
Ici c’est la mouise plus le temps pas plus nos chances s’épuisent
Et c’est pas sans ces condés auxquels ont s’opposent qui nous apaisent
Les petits veulent du pèse c’est l’absence du père qui leur a fait du-per
Leurs repères s’batir un empire est devenu leur objectif
Quel qu’en soit le prix c’ au fil du temps je m’attends au pire
Les erreurs c’est souvent trop tard qu’on les répare
On a qu’une seule vie tu peux pas revenir au depart
La j’ai quartier libre alors je m’arrêtes pas de ler-par
Tout le monde veut sa part et ça part en vrille
Regarde bien ma ville, à mon avis
C’est dans la connerie qu’elle brille
L’Etat nous embrouille comment veux-tu qu’on se débrouille
Leur code pénal pour moi c’est du braille
Ici y’a qu’une loi : c’est tout pour la maille
Voila pourquoi je braille
Tout le monde s’défile face aux problèmes de taille
Moi j’considère aucune erreur comme un détail
On a voulu m’traiter comme du bétail alors j’bataille
Et maintenant tous les faux en entendant mon débit taillent

Tsr Crew – Rap Grand Gabarit Lyrics

[Couplet 1:Hugo]
Un rap grand gabarit ça vient de Paris
On va pas rire tu vas pâlir
Un rap en or même si chez nous on voit pas de riche
La même odeur d’enfer que des mômes fière
J’balance des mots en fer pas moyen de fuir
Le 18eme c’est que des moments forts à coup de sep?
Les vrais savent comment j’suis débrouillard
Peu d’heure ou j’chiale les yeux rougeâtre c’est l’TSR rouilla
Jeunesse barge moi j’en parle et les gens pleurent
Que du son pur aucune censure quand du son part dans les sampleur
Un rap grand gabarit trois gars d’Paris qui squatte la même impasse
C’est moi Hugo les moment parlent toujours le même impact
Et hoche la tête mec vient pas test
Achète la tape aller à terre c’est bien viser
C’est l’TSR protège ta tête
Ecoute nos voix sur des flow souples
Nos vieux sens pour la forme
Quelques efforts avoue q’suis fort
Kiff le son ou la ferme
Ça va faire mal jeunesse formelle
Les gars d’chez moi dorment mal
J’vois un tas d’or moi marx dormoy
Provocateur des 8ans pour l’18ème
Tu l’a senti va voir ton soss c’est TSR et dit lui q’t’aime

[Couplet 2: Omry]
On m’a dit d’pondre grand gabarit
Y a pas de soucis dès l’début on va pas rire
J’me présente Omry 18eme Paris
Même si c’est pas riche on l’né? parce que c’est plein d’risques
Parce qu’il n y a pas un flic qui contrôle sans être plein d’flip
Mais tu veux teste avec qui j’écris un texte à hit et vu la liste
J’ai de quoi garder longtemps la tête haute
C’est p’être auch finit l’bédo et j’suis féroce
Pas l’intention de m’faire ièche
Alors j’fais c’qu’il faut comment quand j’veux pas faire heuche?
Omry MC pas rastafari et même si j’fume du shit
J’ai pas l’intention d’rester faya
Respire cousin même défoncé t’es pas d’taille face à moi
La vie m’a façonné pour tenir en respect face au mic
Déterminé comme la vie sans manque
Lyrics assassine comme quand les flic te fixe au mur
J’prends l’crome et les gants prose élégante
Téma la rime fait bouger le crane des gens
C’était Omry sénégalais pas très costaud mais il a ses galons
J’ai plus de place sur le cahier Vin7 c’est à toi de t’régaler

[Couplet 3: Vin7]
J’entends le dring
Je débarque sur le ring
Même sous l’effet d’la drogue
Ça s’fera dans les règles
J’suis en rogne près à imposer mon règne
Faut j’cogne jusqu’à sa saigne
L’arbitre me fait signe
Pour l’instant j’suis resté digne
Mais devant c’est un vrai dingue
Un gabarit avec lequel jamais tu blague
Un grand black 2m20
Et moi avec mon 80 en vain
J’y vais, j’en veux
Mais jamais je l’atteint à temps
J’ai jamais mis autant d’volonté
Pourtant j’suis bien partie
Pour finir perdant
Par deux fois j’me suis fait feinté
Mais faut -il pour autant flancher
J’décide donc d’le faucher
Ça y est j’l’ai fâché
Et j’avais juste à l’faire chier
Son défaut j’l’ai plus à l’chercher
J’le met au défi à nouveau j’y vais et j’élève le niveau
Et ce con n’y vois rien en conclusion grand gabarit ça vaut rien
Faut simplement varier sa tactique et tous ceux qui m’critique
Bah venez nous verrons

Les Rita Mitsouko – Gripshitrider In Paris Lyrics

Un pas, un autre pas
Un pied derrière l’autre
J’avance pas à pas

A Paris c’est si joli
Quand on regarde en l’air
Le ciel orange, les lampadaires
Ont des airs extraordinaires
La forme des maisons
Change avec le quartier
Rhytmée par les balcons
De fer ouvragé
Des immeubles haussmanniens
Parisiens

Gripshitrider in Paris
Deuxième, cinquième étage
La belle ouvrage
Gripshitrider in Paris

Aux grands porches de chêne
De grosses têtes sculptées
Se penchent et veillent
Et nous regardent passer
Des cheminées chapeautées noires et fines
Zigzagant dans le ciel bien en ligne
Vont par trois, quatre ou cinq
S’échappant des toitures de zinc

Gripshitrider in Paris, oh shit!
Gripshitrider in Paris

Le piéton inattentif
Avec toujours le pif en l’air
Oublie de regarder par terre
Le touriste attendri
Aux rondeurs du Sacré Cœur
A senti sous son pied
Quelque chose d’épais

Gripshitrider in Paris
Ah c’est une crotte! Une crotte!
Des crottes sur lesquelles
On marche
Si nous ne faisons
Pas plus attention
Nous les piétons
Gripshitrider in Paris

Surgissant au détour d’une rue
Il apparut
Tout de vert vêtu
Justicier de la propreté
Dégaînant
Son aspirateur

C’est le gripshitrider in Paris

Them Airs – Leaning Together Lyrics

Die cut the men
Take them to Paris
Put them in an old jar

Spoon-feed children
Covered wet naps
Clean up that mess inside my teeth house

Combine the tones
Ear splitting sound
Thank you good chap
You’ve made me what I am

Return to dark days at the hands of wilderness
A Wednesday man

What is he made of?
Well, some say he’s made of scary water and afraid of bright lights, and someone left him to die in some sun-baked industrial park after he forgot to return his plastic horse to the cleaners. He had dreams of worrisome bandits with their knives drawn wide and when he woke, he’d somehow willed him through a tiny hole in a casino wall and tumbled down a rickety wooden structure where college students with bags of wet concrete pointed and jeered and tossed sheep with Castillo-grade eye sockets straight through his pockmarked spine. He told them he was looking for a contraption called a toddler tosser to which they replied “You’re supposed to be suffering! Why can’t you see the right way wrong? Why is there an 11 car pileup on Egmont Connector when all they’re supposed to be doing is rubbing our way? Enter each teller and smite the argonaut with the slicked back hair instead of hopping on fuse boxes and melting 5 star resorts!”

Die cut the men
Take them to Paris
Put them in an old jar

Halfway house blues
Covered wet naps
Clean up that mess

Combine the tones
Ear splitting sound
Thank you good chap
You’ve made me what I am

Return to dark days at the hands of wilderness
Wednesday drop outs

Sandie Shaw – Monsieur Dupont Lyrics

The rain was falling down, as I flew out of town
I went to Paris for the da
And there I got to know a certain Romeo
With oh so gentle continental ways

{Refrain:}
Monsieur Dupont, la la ta ta, Monsieur Dupont
La la la la
You made me see so tenderly that I was never
Loved before
Monsieur Dupont, la la ta ta, I know it’s
Wrong, la la la la
That I don’t ever want to go home anymore

You said “Hello” to me, and I began to see
That I could fall in love with you
I seemed to realize the kind of paradise
Your continental kiss could lead me to

{au Refrain}

I’m learning every day a different word to say
I know “Je t’aime” and “Je t’adore”
But won’t you tell how, oh won’t you tell me
Now
The way you say en français: Give me more!

{au Refrain}

That I don’t ever want to go home anymore

Prezident – Zu Jim Inne Wanne Lyrics

[Intro]
Okay, this sounds very tearful and like, uh…
I’m weeping for mercy or something, but at that time
It’s very, very difficult

[1. Part]
Yeah, yo
Und ich wache auf und ich muss pissen und ich hab’ da keine Lust darauf
Ich starr’ zur Decke und die Flecken sehen fast wie ein Muster aus
Sind das Nikotinflecken? Denn ich rauche nich’
Wär’ geil, wenn ich das Loch ma’ vor dem Einzug renoviert hätte
Ich dreh’ die Decke um, so dass die kalte Seite
Meine Haut abkühlt und fühl’ mich beinah’ etwas altersweise
Prezident, der kann’s noch immer, bis zum Hals in Scheiße
Und halsabwärts gelähmt, ja, da machste nix, weiß’e?
Und ich fühl’, wie ich mich fühl’, doch fühl’ mich
Irgendwie zu jung, um mich zu fühl’n, wie ich mich fühl’, es is’ schwül
Ich wälz’ mich bis zur Dämmerung im Bett herum
Und die Zeit vergeht, als hätt’s ‘n Grund, ist doch nich’ gesund
Doch das gibt sich schon, bleibt zwar mein Geheimnis
Doch ich weiß das nur, weil Tyler das weiß’, weiß’, was ich meine?
Yeah – Und ich starr’ die Wände böse an
Und die strafen mich mit Schweigen und das macht mich wirklich krank

[1. Hook]
Und du weißt nich’, was es is’, keiner weiß, was g’rade läuft
Nix Neu’s, du fühlst dich irgendwie betäubt
Und du denkst an Ernest und du denkst an Hunter und an Jim
Und seine Wanne in Paris und wie er in ihr versinkt
Und es wird schlimmer, wetten? Und deine Zimmerdecke
Grinst und ist auch nich’ mehr das, was sie mal war
Und es wird schlimmer, wetten? Und dir verschwimmt die Decke
Vor den Augen und nichts ist nich’ egal

[2. Part]
Ich hasse mich für meine Schwächen, meine Mängel, meine Fresse
Deine Texte sagen “Kopf hoch”, meine sagen “Kannst’ vergessen”
Und die Klinge eines Messers dringt ein in eine Schnecke
Sie schafft zwei, drei Millimeter und dann bleibt sie auf der Strecke
Wetten? Ich wach’ mittags auf und kann die Wüste schmecken
Scheinbar fahr’ ich nachts ganz gern ma’ mit der Zunge durch die Steppe
Nichts und niemand kann mich retten, ich scheiß ‘n dickes Häufchen
Elend auf das Leben in all seinen Facetten
Und als wäret ihre letzte Ruhestätte, steckt mir Wahrheit
In der Kehle wie ‘ne Gräte, zwischen Whiskey und Tabletten
Und noch eben, als ich schlief, war ich in Paris
Saß in ei’m Hotelzimmer und hörte dort Musik
Spazierte durch die Suite, ging ins Bad und dann stieg’
Ich zu Jim in die Wanne, die so kalt war und tief
Wahrscheinlich bin ich gar nich’ hier – is’ schwer zu sagen
Doch ich glaub’, ich bin im Tal – und ich sterbe grade

[2. Hook]
Aber frag mich nich’, was grade läuft
Nix Neu’s, ich fühl’ mich irgendwie betäubt
Und ich denk’ an Ernest und ich denk’ an Hunter und an Jim
Und seine Wanne in Paris und wie er in ihr versinkt

[3. Part]
Und irgend etwas stimmt hier nich’, ich versuch’ mich zu
Entsinnen, ich sollt’ in meinem Bett sein, doch da bin ich nicht
Und irgendetwas stimmt hier nich’, stimmt, ich bin am Leben
Ich sollt’ tot sein, ich wollt’ tot sein und was bin ich? Leicht benebelt?
Ich hör’ Stimmen, Licht dringt in mich, als wären meine Lider
Aus Papier und daher würde es nichts bringen, sie zu schließen
Ich spul’ im Film zurück, ich errinnere mich schwach
An die Pillen und den Glen und an den bitteren Geschmack
Die Doors liefen auf Zimmerlautstärke
Jim war auf Acid, ein Herr im Himmel auf Erden
Und das Ende war zum Greifen nah, doch scheinbar kam
Irgendwas dazwischen, irgend so ‘ne Pfeife greift nach meinem Arm
Er soll sich verpissen, ich will schlafen, lass mich schlafen
Lass mich hier, ich krall’ mich fest an meinem blütenweißen Laken
Mein Puls schnellt in die Höhe wie per Fahrstuhl und
Mir dreht sich der offenkundig ausgepumpte Magen um
Die Wirklichkeit stürzt in meinen Kopf wie in ein Vakuum
Ich bin ein Scheißversager und gescheitert, na, schade drum
Bin ich halt weiter am Leben, die mich Liebenden sind hier
Mir ist noch nie etwas so peinlich gewesen

Bts – On Lyrics

[방탄소년단 – ON 가사]

[Verse 1: Jimin, V]
I can’t understand what people are sayin’
어느 장단에 맞춰야 될지
한 발자국 떼면 한 발자국 커지는 shadow
잠에서 눈을 뜬 여긴 또 어디
어쩜 서울 또 New York or Paris
일어나니 휘청이는 몸

[Verse 2: RM]
(Look) Look at my feet, look down
날 닮은 그림자
흔들리는 건 이놈인가
아니면 내 작은 발끝인가?
두렵잖을 리 없잖아
다 괜찮을 리 없잖아
그래도 I know, 서툴게 I flow
저 까만 바람과 함께 날아

[Pre-Chorus: Jungkook, Jimin, Jin]
Hey, na-na-na
미치지 않으려면 미쳐야 해
Hey, na-na-na
나를 다 던져 이 두 쪽 세상에
Hey, na-na-na
Can’t hold me down ’cause you know I’m a fighter
제 발로 들어온 아름다운 감옥
Find me and I’m gonna live with ya

[Chorus: Jungkook, Jimin]
(Ayy-oh) 가져와 bring the pain, oh, yeah
(Ayy-oh) 올라타봐 bring the pain, oh, yeah
Rain be pourin’, sky keep fallin’
Everyday, oh-na-na-na
(Ayy-oh) 가져와 bring the pain, oh, yeah

[Verse 3: j-hope]
Bring the pain
모두 내 피와 살이 되겠지
Bring the pain
No fear, 방법을 알겠으니
작은 것에 breathe
그건 어둠 속 내 산소와 빛
내가 나이게 하는 것들의 힘
넘어져도 다시 일어나 scream

[Verse 4: Suga]
넘어져도 다시 일어나 scream
언제나 우린 그랬으니
설령 내 무릎이 땅에 닿을지언정
파묻히지 않는 이상
그저 그런 해프닝쯤 될 거란 걸
Win no matter what
Win no matter what, win no matter what
네가 뭐라던 누가 뭐라던, I don’t give a uh
I don’t give a uh, I don’t give a uh

[Pre-Chorus: V, Jimin]
Hey, na-na-na
미치지 않으려면 미쳐야 해
Hey, na-na-na
나를 다 던져 이 두 쪽 세상에
Hey, na-na-na
Can’t hold me down ’cause you know I’m a fighter
제 발로 들어온 아름다운 감옥
Find me and I’m gonna live with ya

[Chorus: V, Jin]
(Ayy-oh) 가져와 bring the pain, oh, yeah
(Ayy-oh) 올라타봐 bring the pain, oh, yeah
Rain be pourin’, sky keep fallin’
Everyday, oh-na-na-na
(Ayy-oh) 가져와 bring the pain, oh, yeah

[Bridge: Jungkook]
나의 고통이 있는 곳에
내가 숨 쉬게 하소서
My everythin’, my blood and tears
Got no fears, I’m singin’, ohh
Oh, I’m takin’ over
You should know, yeah
Can’t hold me down ’cause you know I’m a fighter
깜깜한 심연 속 기꺼이 잠겨
Find me and I’m gonna bleed with ya

[Chorus: All]
(Ayy-oh) 가져와 bring the pain, oh, yeah
(Ayy-oh) 올라타봐 bring the pain, oh, yeah
Rain be pourin’, sky keep fallin’
Everyday, oh-na-na-na
(Ayy-oh) Find me and I’m gonna bleed with ya
(Ayy-oh) 가져와 bring the pain, oh, yeah
(Ayy-oh) 올라타봐 bring the pain, oh, yeah
All that I know is just goin’ on and on and on and on
(Ayy-oh) 가져와 bring the pain, oh, yeah

GMR sells 49% stake to French group for 10,780cr

The GMR Group — India’s biggest private airport infra player — has picked Groupe ADP, formerly Aéroports de Paris, over a Tata Group-headed consortium to sell 49% stake in GMR Airports Limited (GAL) for Rs 10,780 crore. The deal, which values GMR Airports at Rs 22,000 crore, will see GAL getting Rs 5,248 crore immediately.

Smoker – Les Masques En Nylon Lyrics (feat. Despo Rutti)

[Couplet 1 : Smoker]
J’suis posté dans l’bloc, j’ai camouflé l’faciès
16 heures : heure de pointe, c’est l’heure du bif, pas d’sieste
Cauchemar de la proc’, la drogue j’en ai plein l’froc
Les cops sont devant l’bloc, on les nargue tout en levant l’Glock
Comme dit [Armelo et ?] XXX
Comme on dit vers chez nous “Bénis soit l’taga”
On remonte du roc-Ma, dans l’coffre c’est pas des Malabar
Et ils voudraient qu’on s’en explique à la barre
f**k you, pay me (x4)
J’aime pas l’redma mais j’aime compter l’bif
Ponctue tes phrases par une somme sinon vaut mieux qu’on s’évite

[Refrain : Smoker]
Les ssistes-gro sont sur la route, ils remontent les kilos
Question de vie ou d’mort, soir ce au tieks il m’faut mon pilon
Il t’faut un filon, rejoins nous pour faire des millions
Tu critiques mon oseille sale, les regards que tu jettes dessus XXX
Mon putain de gang en dit long, le gang des masques en nylon (x2)

[Couplet 2 : Despo Rutti]
Passe qu’en dealant, masque en nylon, passe le pilon
Entre le client et la prison, trash sentiment
Passe en filmant : on t’casse ton élan
Passe un dimanche on t’passe un 10 meugs
20 centimes manquent, pas d’sentiment
Pour un rap, pour sauter un Brink’s, brasse le million
Du son pour les boyz de Paris
Remonter les you-v’ grâce au gabarit
Ferme ta grande gueule on sait où t’habites
Où tes gosses crèchent, ou t’as ton mari
XXX vide ta gamelle
Broie du noir, fume des Camel
Au volant teste pas, cagoulé, lâche pas
Douane volante, laise-ba, Hollande, Espagne
Deux ennemis masqués dans ton pav’ en messe basse
J’me mets à ta place, les meilleurs restent pas

[Refrain : Smoker]

[Couplet 3 : Despo Rutti puis Smoker]
Ça kidnappe ta mamie et ta mama
A Panama fais l’banquier, manier ma maille, money on my mind
Le masque du raid je m’en bas les couilles, j’te dirais
Voir les gens sans être vu, c’est un avantage on dirait
Ton masque t’apporte la renaissance, brûle le j’te préconise
Les rappeurs veulent la reconnaissance, les reurs-ti veulent pas être reconnus
Les hardeuses mettraient des cagoules si elles respectaient leur père gros
Si la crim’ te reconnaît, à Charles de Gaulle tu perds gros

Depuis que mes petits sont sur le rrain-te de moins en moins d’grands qui brassent
Tant pis qu’ils ont soulevé une tonne tant qu’il y en a 30 qui passent
Ton bigo s’arrête pas d’sonner, ils attendent les céréales
Hein, hein, les céréales, les céréales
Qu’est-ce qui te fait prendre la route quitte à manger 10 piges frelot ?
Hein, hein, les céréales, les céréales
Il m’les faut dès l’tin-ma, made in Ketama
Bourré, les yeux fermés tu vas claquer ta maille, trafic de bis-canna
Un PDG s’fait maquer par les petites canailles
Masques en nylon glisse sur ton crâne, nique la life

[Refrain : Smoker]

Ray Wylie Hubbard – Hey Mama, My Time Ain’t Long Lyrics

[Verse]
Children let me tell you ’bout the songs the bluesmen sings
Comes from a woman’s moans and the squeaks of guitar strings
Some say it’s the devil jingling the coins in his pockets
I say it sounds more like a pistol when you cock it

[Chorus]
Hey, mama, I believe my time ain’t long
Hey, mama, I believe my time ain’t long

[Verse]
Ah children let me tell you about the songs the angels sing
In the alleys of heaven with regret and broken wings
Some sing about the holy, pray and bow their heads
Some sing smokestack lightnin’ and light up Marlborough reds

[Chorus]
Hey, mama, I believe my time ain’t long
Hey, mama, I believe my time ain’t long

[Verse]
Now there’s tramps in Paris dressed in Brussels lace
And sailors in Baltimore who have fallen from grace
And there’s some shovels and rope that’ll never get clean
And there’s the faithful singing sister morphine

[Chorus]
Hey, mama, I believe my time ain’t long
Hey, mama, I believe my time ain’t long
Hey, mama, I believe my time ain’t long
Hey, mama, I believe my time ain’t long

Izzy Lucid – Ego, Pt. 2 Lyrics (feat. Klur)

[Verse 1: Izzy Lucid]
Living like this man
It got me going crazy
All these other rappers
Never phase me
Bitches didn’t f**k with my shit back then
Now they out here trying to call me baby
I say f**k my ex girl
Right where I stand
Out here trying to
Say you’re a fan
I’m on the come up and shit
But I still body bag
All these niggas
That be claiming
That they kings bitch I’m back
And we running this shit
Man it’s me and my clique
We taking the game
Like we’ve been taking your bitch
I don’t beg no one for help
But these hip hop niggas
Only on the damn come up
Cuz’ they all be riding dick
But I swear to god I’ll make it
On my own
The music I make
Got me f**king with your mental
f**k the depression
It got me spiralling alone
All the time I spend at home
Feeling low
Fast forward, 23
Thinking about the shit I went through
Sitting in hotels in Paris
With my page and pencil
Don’t take shit gentle
f**k your opinion
Leave the booth
Keeping shit suspenseful
Yeah, Izzy Lucid

[Verse 2: KluR]
Hop up in the booth
Thinking my flow is presidential
Praise to the most with the
Word and instrumentals
How high
Am I
Growth is exponential
Laughing at the dreams
Busy sleeping on potential
From window shopping
To champagne at the doors
Walking in the room
To people waving from the floors
Now I’m waiting on the calls
For me to be at the awards
Hear my name in the wind
Coming from the corridor
You lames better square up
Need to get your weight up
Cheddar only speaks
To the niggas with their ears up
Rat packing to carrot stacking
Nigga, Keep up
Gate crashing to late fashion
You need to wake up
Sitting on a billi before I’m turning 24
25, all the homies never needing anymore
26, three stories, steady chilling on the shore
Looking back at this moment
While the Ace is being poured
It’s about time
That a nigga celebrate it, wait
Pour a couple more so
Everybody has a dinner plate
Play the hand I’m dealt
And turn it to a golden slate
So f**k you, f**k her
And everybody with some shit to say
KluR

Biga Ranx – Paris Is A Bitch Lyrics

Party on a monday
Smoking up my blunt
Every other day i show
I got no time for myself
Five o’clock inna the morning
I just roll another one
I’ve got my girl friend on the bed
And we just wanna have fun
Ridding on my skateboard
Heading to the bakery
I want to get some nice
Croissants and coffee
You wanna to take me to the show
But shit…
I don’t wanna wake up
My dream is my life
So i know i gotta go
Paris is a bitch
Everyone in bed
I be smoking & drinking
Flying in my head
I don’t wanna wake up
But i know i gotta go
I don’t wanna wake up
My dream full of smoke
I be party on a monday
Smoking up my blunt
Every other days i show
I’ve got no time for myself
Party on a monday
Would you be my friend?
Let’s have another drink
Tonight it’s me who pay
Paris is a bitch
Je la connais à peine
Viens avec moi
Où veux tu que je t’emmène
Célèbre tous les lundis soirs
Some say i’m a star
I don’t even have a car
Just some weed in my cigar
Où veux tu que je t’emmène
Célèbre tous les lundis soirs
Some say i’m a star