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[Letra de "Chantaje" ft. Maluma]

[Intro]
(Rudeboyz)

[Verso 1: Maluma]
Cuando estás bien, te alejas de mí
Te sientes sola y siempre 'toy ahí
Es una guerra de toma y dame
Pues dame de eso que tiene' ahí
Oye, baby, no seas mala (Oh, no)
No me dejes con la' gana'
Se escucha en la calle que ya no me quieres
Ven y dímelo en la cara

[Pre-Coro: Shakira & Maluma]
Pregúntale a quien tú quieras
Vida, te juro que eso no es así
Yo nunca tuve una mala intención
Yo nunca quise burlarme de ti
Conmigo ves, nunca se sabe
Un día digo que no y otro que sí
Yo soy masoquista
Con mi cuerpo, un egoísta

[Coro: Shakira, Maluma & Ambos]
Tú eres puro, puro chantaje
Puro, puro chantaje
Siempre es a tu manera
Yo te quiero aunque no quiera
Tú eres puro, puro chantaje
Puro, puro chantaje
Vas libre como el aire
No soy de ti ni de nadie

[Verso 2: Maluma & Shakira]
Como tú me tientas cuando tú te mueves
Esos movimientos sexys, siempre me entretienen
Sabes manipularme bien con tus caderas
No sé por qué me tienes en lista de espera
Te dicen por ahí que voy haciendo y deshaciendo
Que salgo cada noche, que te tengo ahí sufriendo
Que en esta relación soy yo la que manda
No pares bola' a toda esa mala propaganda

[Puente: Shakira & Maluma]
Pa', pa' que te digo na', te comen el oído
No vaya a enderezar lo que no se ha torcido
Y como un loco sigo tras de ti, muriendo por ti
Dime qué hay pa' mí, bebé (¿Qué?)

[Pre-Coro: Shakira & Maluma]
Pregúntale a quien tú quieras
Vida, te juro que eso no es así
Yo nunca tuve una mala intención
Yo nunca quise burlarme de ti
Conmigo ves, nunca se sabe
Un día digo que no, y otro que sí
Yo soy masoquista
Con mi cuerpo, un egoísta

[Coro: Shakira, Maluma & Ambos]
Tú eres puro, puro chantaje
Puro, puro chantaje
Siempre es a tu manera
Yo te quiero aunque no quiera
Tú eres puro, puro chantaje
Puro, puro chantaje
Vas libre como el aire
No soy de ti ni de nadie

[Post-Coro: Shakira & Ambos]
Eh-eh-eh, nadie
Eh-eh-eh, nadie
Eh-eh-eh, nadie
Con mi cuerpo, un egoísta

[Coro: Shakira, Maluma & Ambos]
Tú eres puro, puro chantaje
Puro, puro chantaje
Siempre es a tu manera
Yo te quiero aunque no quiera
Tú eres puro, puro chantaje
Puro, puro chantaje
Vas libre como el aire
No soy de ti ni de nadie

[Post-Coro: Shakira & Ambos]
Eh-eh-eh, nadie
Eh-eh-eh, nadie
Eh-eh-eh, nadie
Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh

[Outro: Shakira & Maluma]
(Alright, alright, baby, Shakira, Maluma)
Pretty boy
(You're my baby loba, Colombia, Rudeboyz, you feel me?)
Pretty boy Rating 0/10
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Duration 03:20

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[Intro: Swae Lee, Lil Pump & Maluma, Mally Mall]
Oh-oh (Ooh, ooh)
Lil Pump
Maluma, baby
Oh, woo-oh-oh, oh, ya-ah-aah
Mally, Mally Mall

[Chorus: XXXTENTACION]
Arms around you
Te amo, mami, let me hold you
Wrap mi arms right around you, girl, oi
Good lovin', God's all around you
To make sure no one could harm you
Dale, mami, let me have you, oi

[Verse 1: Lil Pump]
Yeah, she drivin' me crazy (Yeah)
I take drugs on the daily (Ooh)
Pull out the 'Rari or the Mercedes (Which one?)
Yeah, she got my heart racing, racing (Yeah)
Foreign cars, foreign hoes
Yeah, we got a lot of those (Ooh)
Ten bands on my Gucci coat (Ooh)
Ten hoes in the studio (Huh)
Guess I'm gonna miss you, though (Yuh)
But I gotta let her go (Brr)
Spanish b****** love the coke (Wow)
Put my d*** straight down her throat (Damn)
I know that your baby daddy broke (Broke)
Take your wife backstage at a festival (Oh)
Penthouse, fifty-fourth floor, let's go (Let's go)
And my hotel came with a stripper pole

[Chorus: XXXTENTACION]
Arms around you
Te amo, mami, let me hold you
Wrap mi arms right around you, girl, oi
Good lovin', God's all around you
To make sure no one could harm you
Dale, mami, let me have you, oi

[Verse 2: Swae Lee]
If you ever get to feel my touch
Then you might never get enough
Yes, I know you feel the ambiance (Hey)
Love you like I'll never see you again
Only real 'cause I'm not for pretend (No)
Reaching out with your arms extended
My love is emergency and I can sense the urgency (Ya-ah)
Come, let me, woah-oh-oh-oh
Your body is just for me (For me)
It was like sorcery
She left me like an alcoholic

[Chorus: XXXTENTACION]
Arms around you
Te amo, mami, let me hold you
Wrap mi arms right around you, girl, oi
Good lovin', God's all around you
To make sure no one could harm you
Dale, mami, let me have you, oi

[Verse 3: Maluma]
Yeah, Maluma, baby (Dice)
Ey, mama (Mamá), te espera un party en mi cama (Cama)
Me encanta la forma en que me hablas (Hablas)
Invita a tu amiga la Juana
Pa' que fumemos como fumamos en La Habana
Siempre andamos positivos
Esa es la forma en que vivo, activo
Que se joda el que no esté en lo mismo
Yo disfruto mientras siga vivo
Di que sí, que no te cuesta
Si conmigo estás vestida de Chanel (Oh, yeah)
Hasta los pies (Oh, yeah)
Si tú te pones pa'l problema
Yo me pongo como se tiene que ser
De una vez, bebé, bebé (Maluma, baby)

[Chorus: XXXTENTACION]
Arms around you
Te amo, mami, let me hold you
Wrap mi arms right around you, girl, oi
Good lovin', God's all around you
To make sure no one could harm you
Dale, mami, let me have you, oi

[Outro]
Fx
My name is Rating 0/10
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Duration 03:16

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2 ContributorsЕдерлези / Чай Шукарие (Ederlezi / Chai Shukarie) LyricsSa e Roma, daje, e bakren činen
A me, čororo, dural bešava
Ava, daje, amaro dive
Amaro dive, Ederlezi

A-a-a, daje
A-a-a, daje

Sa e Roma, daje, babo
Sa e Roma, o čhave
Sa e Roma, daje, babo
Hej
Ederlezi
Djurdjev, daje
Sa e Roma, daje

Sa e Roma, daje, oro khelena
Oro khelena, Romano horo

A-a-a, daje
A-a-a, daje

Sa e Roma, daje, babo
Sa e Roma, o čhave
Sa e Roma, daje, babo
Hej
Ederlezi
Djurdjev, daje
Sa e Roma, daje

A-a-a-a
Le le le
Le le le le le le le
Le le le le le le le
Le le le le le le

Čajorije, šukarije
Ma phir urde palir mande
Ma phir urde palir mande, čaje (čaje!)
Čajorije, šukarije
Ma phir urde palir mande
Ma phir urde palir mande, čaje (čaje!)

Haljan, pekljan man (čaj’ šukarije!)
Mo vogi liljan (čaj’ šukarije!)
Irin, dikh man, čaje
Haljan, pekljan man (čaj’ šukarije!)
Mo vogi liljan (čaj’ šukarije!)
Irin, dikh man, čaje

Le le le
Le le le le le le le
Le le le le le le le
Le le le le le le
A-a-a-a

Haljan, pekljan man (čaj’ šukarije!)
Mo vogi liljan (čaj’ šukarije!)
Irin, dikh man, čaje
Haljan, pekljan man (čaj’ šukarije!)
Mo vogi liljan (čaj’ šukarije!)
Irin, dikh man, čaje Rating 0/10
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Duration 05:14

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]]> Текстове с превод,BG (С) https://old.lyricsmelody.com/watch_video.php?v=3fd8fe9a1b5b7bad5657 2026-10-03 03:07:30 Софи Маринова - Чай Шукарие момиче, daje, мамо, роми, šukarije, roma, čaje, хубаво, dikh, phir, тате, urde, palir, mande, pekljan]]> admin admin https://old.lyricsmelody.com/watch_video.php?v=91cc67aa985554354a51 JAŸ-Z - The Story of O.J.
[Intro: Nina Simone]
Skin is, skin is
Skin black, my skin is black
My, black, my skin is yellow

[Chorus]
Light n****, dark n****, faux n****, real n****
Rich n****, poor n****, house n****, field n****
Still n****, still n****
I like that second one
Light n****, dark n****, faux n****, real n****
Rich n****, poor n****, house n****, field n****
Still n****, still n****

[Interlude]
O.J. like, "I'm not black, I'm O.J.," okay

[Verse 1]
House n****, don't f*** with me
I'm a field n****, go shine cutlery
Gold-plated quarters, where the butlers be
I'ma play the corners where the hustlers be
I told him, "Please don't die over the neighborhood
That your mama rentin'
Take your drug money and buy the neighborhood

I bought every V12 engine
Wish I could take it back to the beginnin'
I coulda bought a place in DUMBO before it was DUMBO
For like 2 million
That same building today is worth 25 million
Guess how I'm feelin'? Dumbo

[Chorus]
Light n****, dark n****, faux n****, real n****
Rich n****, poor n****, house n****, field n****
Still n****, still n****
Light n****, dark n****, faux n****, real n****
Rich n****, poor n****, house n****, field n****
Still n****, still n****

[Interlude]
You wanna know what's more important than throwin' away money at a strip club? Credit
You ever wonder why Jewish people own all the property in America? This how they did it

[Verse 2]
Financial freedom my only hope
f*** livin' rich and dyin' broke
I bought some artwork for one million
Two years later, that s*** worth two million
Few years later, that s*** worth eight million
I can't wait to give this s*** to my children
Y'all think it's bougie, I'm like, it's fine
But I'm tryin' to give you a million dollars worth of game for $9.99
I turned that 2 to a 4, 4 to an 8
I turned my life into a nice first week release date
Y'all out here still takin' advances, huh?
Me and my n***** takin' real chances, uh
Y'all on the 'Gram holdin' money to your ear
There's a disconnect, we don't call that money over here, yeah

[Chorus]
Light n****, dark n****, faux n****, real n****
Rich n****, poor n****, house n****, field n****
Still n****, still n****
Light n****, dark n****, faux n****, real n****
Rich n****, poor n****, house n****, field n****
Still n****, still n**** Rating 0/10
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Duration 04:14

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]]> Текстове с превод,EN (J) https://old.lyricsmelody.com/watch_video.php?v=91cc67aa985554354a51 2026-10-03 03:07:09 JAŸ-Z - The Story of O.J. негър, домашен, истински, богат, полски, real, rich, house, field, светъл, фалшив, беден, million, тъмен, poor]]> admin admin https://old.lyricsmelody.com/watch_video.php?v=285ab358f30ebdda00f6 JAŸ-Z ft. Frank Ocean, The-Dream - No Church in the Wild
[Produced By 88 Keys, Kanye West & Mike Dean]

[Chorus: Frank Ocean]
Human beings in a mob
What's a mob to a king?
What's a king to a god?
What's a god to a non-believer
Who don't believe in anything?
Will he make it out alive?
Alright, alright
No church in the wild

[Verse 1: JAY-Z]
Tears on the mausoleum floor
Blood stains the Colosseum doors
Lies on the lips of a priest
Thanksgiving disguised as a feast
Rolling in the Rolls-Royce Corniche
Only the doctors got this, I'm hiding from police
Cocaine seats
All white like I got the whole thing bleached
Drug dealer chic
I'm wondering if a thug's prayers reach
Is Pius pious 'cause God loves pious?
Socrates asked whose bias do y'all seek?
All for Plato, screech
I'm out here balling, I know y'all hear my sneaks
Jesus was a carpenter, Yeezy laid beats
Hova flow the Holy Ghost, get the hell up out your seats
Preach

[Chorus: Frank Ocean]
Human beings in a mob
What's a mob to a king?
What's a king to a god?
What's a god to a non-believer
Who don't believe in anything?
Will he make it out alive?
Alright, alright
No church in the wild

[Bridge: The-Dream]
I live by you, desire
I stand by you, walk through the fire
Your love is my scripture
Let me in through your encryption
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: Kanye West]
Coke on her Black skin made it striped like a zebra
I call that jungle fever
You will not control the threesome
Just roll the weed up until I get me some
We formed a new religion
No sins as long as there's permission
And deception is the only felony
So never f*** nobody without telling me
Sunglasses and Advil
Last night was mad real
Sun coming up, 5 a.m.
I wonder if they got cabs still
Thinking 'bout the girl in all leopard
Who was rubbing the wood like Kiki Shepard


That's something that the pastor don't preach
That's something that a teacher can't teach
When we die, the money, we can't keep
But we'll probably spend it all 'cause the pain ain't cheap
Preach

[Chorus: Frank Ocean]
Human beings in a mob
What's a mob to a king?
What's a king to a god?
What's a god to a non-believer
Who don't believe in anything?
Will he make it out alive?
Alright, alright
No church in the wild

[Outro: Frank Ocean]
No church in the wild
No church in the wild
No church in the wild Rating 0/10
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Duration 05:04

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[Intro: James Fauntleroy & Big Sean]
What of the dollar you murdered for?
Is that the one fighting for your soul?
Or your brother's the one that you're running from?
But if you got money, f*** it, 'cause I want some
B-I-G
Who f*****' with me?
Oh, God!
Woah

[Chorus: Big Sean]
Okay, ain't nobody f*****' with my clique
Clique, clique, clique, clique
Ain't nobody fresher than my muhfuckin' clique
Clique, clique, clique, clique
As I look around, they don't do it like my clique
Clique, clique, clique, clique
And all these bad b******, man, they want the—
They want the—, they want the— (B-I-G, oh God) Go

[Verse 1: Big Sean]
I tell a bad b**** do whatever I say (Yup)
My block behind me like I'm coming out the driveway (Swerve)
It's grind day, from Friday to next Friday (Woah)
I been up straight for nine days, I need a spa day (Spa day)
(Yup) She try and gimme that poon-tang
I might let my crew bang. My crew deeper than Wu-Tang (Woah)
I'm rollin' with— Ha! f*** I'm saying? Girl, you know my crew name
You know 2 Chainz (Yeah). Skrrt! I'm pullin' up in that Bruce Wayne
But I'm the f*****' villain, man, they kneelin' when I'm walking in the buildin'
Freaky women I be feelin' from the bank accounts I'm fillin'
What a feelin'! Ah, man, they gotta be
Young player from the D that's killing everything that he see for the dough

[Chorus: Big Sean]
Okay, ain't nobody f*****' with my clique
Clique, clique (On God!), clique, clique
Ain't nobody fresher than my ma'f*****' clique
Clique, clique, clique, clique
As I look around, they don't do it like my clique
Clique, clique, clique, clique
And all these bad b******, man, they want the—
They want the—, they want the— (Click clack, stick 'em up) Go

[Verse 2: JAY-Z]
Yeah, I'm talkin' Ye (Clique). Yeah, I'm talkin' Rih (Clique)
Yeah, I'm talkin' B (Clique). n****, I'm talkin' me
Yeah, I'm talkin' bossy. I ain't talkin' Kelis
Your money too short, you can't be talkin' to me
Yeah, I'm talkin' LeBron, we ball in our family tree
G.O.O.D. Music drug-dealing cousin, ain't nothin' f*****' with we. Me
Turn that sixty-two to one-twenty-five, one-twenty-five to a two-fifty
Two-fifty to a half a— Man, ain't nothin' nobody can do with me
Now, who with me? ¡Vámonos! Call me Hov or Jefe
Translation: I'm the s***. 'Least, that what my neck say
'Least, that what my check say, lost my homie for a decade
n**** down for like twelve years, ain't hug his son since the second grade
Uh! He never told
Who he gon' tell? We top of the totem pole
It's the Dream Team meets the Supreme Team
And all our eyes green, it only means one thing: You ain't f*****' with the clique

[Chorus: Big Sean]
Okay, ain't nobody f*****' with my clique
Clique, clique, clique, clique
Ain't nobody fresher than my muh'f*****' clique
Clique, clique, clique, clique
As I look around, they don't do it like my clique
Clique, clique, clique, clique
And all these bad b******, man, they want the—
They want the—, they want the—

[Verse 3: Kanye West]
Break records at Louis, ate breakfast at Gucci
My girl a superstar all from a home movie
Bow on our arrival, the un-American idols
What n***** did in Paris got 'em hangin' off the Eiffel
Yeah, I'm talkin' business. We talkin' CIA
I'm talkin' George Tenet, I seen him the other day
He asked me about my Maybach, think he had the same
Except mine tinted and his might have been rented
You know white people get money, don't spend it
Or maybe, they get money, buy a business
I rather buy eighty gold chains and go ign'ant
I know Spike Lee gon' kill me, but let me finish
Blame it on the pigment. We livin' no limits
Them gold Master P ceilings was just a figment
Of our imagination. MTV cribs
Now, I'm lookin' at a crib right next to where TC lives
That's Tom Cruise. Whatever she accuse
He wasn't really drunk, he just had a frew brews
Pass the refreshments, a cool, cool beverage
Everything I do need a news crew's presence
Speedboat swerve, homie, watch out for the waves
I'm way too Black to burn from sunrays
So I just meditate at the home in Pompeii
About how I could build a new Rome in one day
Every time I'm in Vegas, they screamin' like he's Elvis
But I just wanna design hotels and nail it
s*** is real, got me feelin' Israelian
Like Bar Refaeli, or Gisele—no, that's Brazilian
Went through deep depression when my mama passed
Suicide, what kinda talk is that?
But I been talkin' to God for so long
That if you look at my life, I guess He talkin' back. f*****' with my clique

[Outro: Big Sean]
Ain't nobody fresher than my muh'f*****' clique
As I look around, they don't do it like my clique
And all these bad b******, man, they want the—
They want the— they want the— Go

[Produced by Hit-Boy; co-produced by Kanye West, with additional production from Anthony Kilhoffer, Noah Goldstein & The Twilite Tone] Rating 0/10
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Duration 05:09

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[Part I: Pound Cake]

[Intro: Jimmy Smith]
Good God Almighty—like back in the old days
You know, years ago they had the A&R men to tell you what to play, how to play it and you know, whether it's disco and rock
But, uh, we just went in the studio and we did it
We had the champagne in the studio, of course
You know, compliments of the company
And we just laid back and did it
So we hope you enjoy listening to this album half as much as we enjoyed playing it for you
Because we had a ball
Only real music is gonna last
All that other b******* is here today and gone tomorrow

[Chorus: Timbaland]
Cash rules everything around me, frikki-frikki-frik
C.R.E.A.M.; get the-get the-get the-get the
Get the-get the-get the-get the money, dollar-dollar
D-d-d-d-dollar-dollar, dollar-dollar bill, y'all (Y'all, y'all)
Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M
Get the-get the-get the-get the-get the
Get the-get the-get the-get the mon-mon-money
Frikki-frikki-frikki, dollar-dollar-dollar bill, y'all (Y'all, y'all)

[Verse 1: Drake]
Yeah
Uh, after hours at Il Mulino
Or Sotto Sotto, just talkin' women and vino
The contract like '91 Dan Marino
I swear this guy Michael Rapino's boosting my ego
Overly focused, it's far from the time to rest now
Debates growin' 'bout who they think is the best now
Took a while, got the jokers out of the deck now
I'm holdin' all the cards and n***** wanna play chess now
I hear you talking, say it twice so I know you meant it
f*** it, I don't even tint it, they should know who's in it
I'm authentic, real name, no gimmicks
No game, no scrimmage, I ain't playin' with you n***** at all
My classmates, they went on to be chartered accountants
Or work with their parents
But thinkin' back on how they treated me
My high school reunion might be worth an appearance
Make everybody have to go through security clearance
Tables turn, bridges burn, you live and learn
With the ink I could murder, word to my n**** Irv
Yeah, I swear s*** just started clickin', dog
You know it's real when you are who you think you are

[Chorus: Timbaland]
Cash rules everything around me, frikki-frikki-frik
C.R.E.A.M.; get the-get the-get the-get the
Get the-get the-get the-get the money, dollar-dollar
D-d-d-d-dollar-dollar, dollar-dollar bill, y'all (Y'all, y'all)
Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M
Get the-get the-get the-get the-get the
Get the-get the-get the-get the mon-mon-money
Frikki-frikki-frikki, dollar-dollar-dollar bill, y'all (Y'all, y'all)

[Verse 2: JAY-Z]
Uh, I had Benzes 'fore you had braces
The all-black Maybach, but I'm not a racist
Inside's whiter than Katy Perry's face is
Yellow diamonds in my Jesús
I just might learn to speak Mandarin
Japanese for the yen that I'm handlin'
International Hov, that's my handle
My saint's Changó, light a candle
El Gran Santo on the mantle
Case y'all didn't know, I speak Spanish too, uh
Shout out to World Wide Wes
Everywhere we go, we leave a worldwide mess
Yes, still Roc La Familia
Says a lot about you if you not feeling us


[Chorus: Timbaland]
Cash rules everything around me, frikki-frikki-frik
C.R.E.A.M.; get the-get the-get the-get the
Get the-get the-get the-get the money, dollar-dollar
D-d-d-d-dollar-dollar, dollar-dollar bill, y'all (Y'all, y'all)

[Verse 3: JAY-Z]
Cake, cake-cake, cake-cake, cake
Five hundred million, I got a pound cake
n***** is frontin', that's upside-down cake
Get 'em a red nose, they clown cakes
They shoulda never let you 'round cake
Look at my neck, I got a karat cake, uh
Now here's the icin' on the cake
Cake, cake-cake, cake-cake, uh
I'm just gettin' started, oh yeah, we got it, b****
I've done made more millionaires than the lotto did
Dame made millions, Biggs made millions
Ye made millions, Just made millions
Lyor made millions, Cam made millions
Beans'a tell you if he wasn't in his feelings
Uh, I'm back in my bag
My eyes bloodshot, but my jet don't lag
A pair of Jordan 3's, tryna chase this cash
Gucci airbag just in case we crash
Uh, last night was mad trill
I'm fresh out of Advil—Jesus, grab the wheel

[Part II: Paris Morton Music 2]

[Verse: Drake]
Yeah, uh
Look, f*** all that "Happy to be here" s*** that y'all want me on
I'm the big homie, they still be tryna lil bro me, dog
Like I should fall in line
Like I should alert n***** when I'm 'bout to drop somethin' crazy
And not say I'm the greatest of my generation
Like I should be dressing different
Like I should be less aggressive and pessimistic
Like I should be way more nervous and less dismissive
Like I should be on my best behavior and not talk my s***
And do it major like the n***** who paved the way for us
Like I didn't study the game to the letter
And understand that I'm not doin' it the same
Man, I'm doing it better
Like I didn't make that clearer this year
Like I should feel, I don't know, guilty for saying that
They should put a couple more mirrors in here so I can stare at myself
These are usually just some thoughts that I would share with myself
But I thought "f*** it", it's worth it to share 'em
With someone else other than Paris for once
I text her from time to time, she a mom now
I guess sometimes life forces us to calm down
I told her she could live with me if she need to, I got a compound
But I think she's straight
'Cause she supported since Hot Beats
Right before Wayne came and got me out of the back room
Where I was rapping with Jas over beats that I shouldn't have
In the hopes for the glory
He walked right past in the hallway
Three months later, I'm his artist
He probably wouldn't remember that story
But that s*** stick with me always
Couldn't believe when he called me
You never know what could happen to you
And I just spent four Ferraris all on a brand new Bugatti
And did that s*** 'cause it's somethin' to do
Yeah, I guess that's just who I became, dawg
Nothing was the same, dawg Rating 0/10
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]]> Текстове с превод,EN (D),EN (J) https://old.lyricsmelody.com/watch_video.php?v=b4e24acb7cf95921a9e8 2026-10-03 03:04:45 Drake ft. JAŸ-Z - Paris Morton Music 2 вземи, dollar, долар, cake, хора, торта, frikki, фрики, парите, timbaland, cash, millions, милиони, drake, банкнота]]> admin admin https://old.lyricsmelody.com/watch_video.php?v=a657050275c58985ad96 JAŸ-Z ft. Alicia Keys - Empire State of Mind
[Intro: JAY-Z]
Yeah

[Verse 1: JAY-Z & Alicia Keys]
Yeah, I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca
Right next to De Niro, but I'll be hood forever
I'm the new Sinatra, and since I made it here
I can make it anywhere, yeah, they love me everywhere
I used to cop in Harlem, hola, my Dominicanos (Dímelo)
Right there up on Broadway, brought me back to that McDonald's
Took it to my stash spot, 560 State Street
Catch me in the kitchen, like a Simmons whippin' pastry
Cruisin' down 8th Street, off-white Lexus
Drivin' so slow, but BK is from Texas
Me? I'm out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie
Now I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with me
Say "What up?" to Ty Ty, still sippin' Mai Tais
Sittin' courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high fives
n****, I be spiked out (Come on), I could trip a referee (Come on)
Tell by my attitude (Come on) that I'm most definitely from

[Chorus: Alicia Keys & JAY-Z]
In New York (Ayy, uh, yeah; aha)
Concrete jungle (Yeah) where dreams are made of
There's nothin' you can't do (Yeah, okay)
Now you're in New York (Aha, aha, aha; uh, yeah)
These streets will make you feel brand-new (New)
Big lights will inspire you (Come on, okay)
Let's hear it for New York (You welcome, OG; uh)
New York (Yeah), New York (Uh, I made you hot, n****)

[Verse 2: JAY-Z & Alicia Keys]
Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game
s***, I made the Yankee hat more famous than a Yankee can
You should know I bleed blue, but I ain't a Crip though
But I got a gang of n***** walkin' with my clique though
Welcome to the meltin' pot, corners where we sellin' rock
Afrika Bambaataa s***, home of the hip-hop
Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla back
For foreigners, it ain't fair, they act like they forgot how to add
Eight million stories out there in the naked
City, it's a pity half of y'all won't make it

If Jeezy's payin' LeBron, I'm payin' Dwyane Wade
Three dice, Cee-lo, Three Card Monte
Labor Day Parade, rest in peace, Bob Marley
Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade (Come on, come on)
Long live the king, yo (Come on), I'm from the Empire State, that's

[Chorus: Alicia Keys & JAY-Z]
In New York (Ayy; uh, yeah)
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothin' you can't do (That boy good, okay)
Now you're in New York (Uh, yeah, welcome to the bright lights, baby)
These streets will make you feel brand-new
Big lights will inspire you (Okay)
Let's hear it for New York (Uh)
New York (Yeah), New York (Uh)

[Verse 3: JAY-Z & Alicia Keys]
Lights is blinding, girls need blinders
Or they could step out of bounds quick, the side lines is
Lined with casualties who sip the life casually
Then gradually become worse, don't bite the apple, Eve
Caught up in the in-crowd, now you're in-style
Into the winter gets cold, en vogue with your skin out
City of sin is a pity on a whim
Good girls gone bad, the city's filled with them
Mami took a bus trip, now she got her bust out
Everybody ride her, just like a bus route
"Hail Mary" to the city, you're a virgin
And Jesus can't save you, life starts when the church end
Came here for school, graduated to the high life
Ball players, rap stars, addicted to the limelight
MDMA (Come on) got you feelin' like a champion (Come on)
The city never sleeps (Come on), better slip you a Ambien

[Chorus: Alicia Keys & JAY-Z]
In New York (Ayy, ow, uh, yeah)
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothin' you can't do (Okay)
Now you're in New York (Uh, yeah)
These streets will make you feel brand-new
Big lights will inspire you (Okay)
Let's hear it for New York (Uh)
New York (Yeah), New York (Uh)

[Bridge: Alicia Keys]
One hand in the air for the big city (Oh)
Street lights, big dreams, all lookin' pretty (Oh)
No place in the world that could compare (Nah)
Put your lighters in the air, everybody say
"Yeah, yeah" (Come on, come on)
"Yeah, yeah" (Come on)

[Chorus: Alicia Keys]
In New York (Uh, yeah, oh)
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothin' you can't do (Okay)
Now you're in New York (Uh, yeah, yeah)
These streets will make you feel brand-new
Big lights will inspire you (Okay)
Let's hear it for New York (Uh)
New York (Yeah), New York (Uh) Rating 0/10
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]]> Текстове с превод,EN (J),EN (A) https://old.lyricsmelody.com/watch_video.php?v=a657050275c58985ad96 2026-10-03 03:03:21 JAŸ-Z ft. Alicia Keys - Empire State of Mind york, йорк, keys, alicia, lights, city, светлини, големи, мечти, dreams, можеш, улици, направят, вдъхновят, brand]]> admin admin https://old.lyricsmelody.com/watch_video.php?v=6211d00a2edd99928d87 Kanye West ft. Bon Iver, Rick Ross, JAŸ-Z, Nicki Minaj - Monster
[Intro: Justin Vernon]
I shoot the lights out
Hide 'til it's bright out
Oh, just another lonely night
Are you willing to sacrifice your life? (Ah)

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
b****, I'm a monster, no-good bloodsucker
Fat m***********, now look who's in trouble
As you run through my jungles, all you hear is rumbles
Kanye West samples, here's one for example

[Chorus: Kanye West]
Gossip, gossip, n****, just stop it
Everybody know I'm a motherfuckin' monster
I'ma need to see your f*****' hands at the concert
I'ma need to see your f*****' hands at the concert
Profit, profit, n****, I got it
Everybody know I'm a motherfuckin' monster
I'ma need to see your f*****' hands at the concert
I'ma need to see your f*****' hands

[Verse 2: Kanye West]
Uh, the best living or dead hands down, huh
Less talk, more head right now, huh
And my eyes more red than the devil is
And I'm 'bout to take it to another level, b****
Matter who you go and get, ain't nobody cold as this
Do the rap and the track, triple-double, no assists
And my only focus is stayin' on some bogus s***
Arguin' with my older b****, actin' like I owe her s***
I heard the beat, the same raps that gave the track pain
Bought the chain that always give me back pain
f*****' up my money so, yeah, I had to act sane
Chi n****, but these hoes love my accent
Chick came up to me and said, "This the number to dial


Goddamn, Yeezy always hit 'em with a new style
Know that m***********, well, what you gon' do now?
Whatever I wanna do, gosh, it's cool now
Know I'm gonna do, ah, it's the new now
Think you motherfuckers really, really need to cool out
'Cause you'll never get on top of this
So, mami, best advice is just to get on top of this
Have you ever had sex with a pharaoh?
Ah, put the p**** in a sarcophagus
Now she claiming that I bruised her esophagus
Head of the class and she just won a swallowship
I'm livin' in the future so the present is my past
My presence is a present, kiss my a**

[Chorus: Kanye West, Kanye West & JAY-Z, JAY-Z]
Gossip, gossip, n****, just stop it
Everybody know I'm a motherfuckin' monster
I'ma need to see your f*****' hands at the concert
I'ma need to see your f*****' hands at the concert (Yeah)
Profit, profit, n****, I got it
Everybody know I'm a motherfuckin' monster
I'ma need to see your f*****' hands at the concert
I'ma need to see your f*****' hands

[Verse 3: JAY-Z]
Sasquatch, Godzilla, King Kong, Loch Ness
Goblin, ghoul, a zombie with no conscience
Question, what do these things all have in common?
Everybody knows I'm a motherfuckin' monster
Conquer, stomp ya, stop your silly nonsense
Nonsense, none of you n***** know where the swamp is
None of you n***** have seen the carnage that I've seen
I still hear fiends scream in my dreams
Murder, murder in black convertibles, I
Kill a block, I murder the avenues, I
r*** and pillage your village, women and children
Everybody want to know what my Achilles heel is
Love, I don't get enough of it
All I get is these vampires and bloodsuckers
All I see is these n***** I made millionaires
Millin' about, spillin' they feelings in the air
All I see is these fake f**** with no fangs
Tryna draw blood from my ice-cold veins
I smell a massacre
Seems to be the only way to back you b******* up

[Chorus: Kanye West]
Gossip, gossip, n****, just stop it
Everybody know I'm a motherfuckin' monster
I'ma need to see your f*****' hands at the concert
I'ma need to see your f*****' hands at the concert
Profit, profit, n****, I got it
Everybody know I'm a motherfuckin' monster
I'ma need to see your f*****' hands at the concert
I'ma need to see your f*****' hands

[Verse 4: Nicki Minaj]
Pull up in the monster, automobile gangsta
With a bad b**** that came from Sri Lanka
Yeah, I'm in that Tonka, color of Willy Wonka
You could be the king, but watch the queen conquer
Okay, first things first, I'll eat your brains
Then I'ma start rocking gold teeth and fangs
'Cause that's what a motherfuckin' monster do
Hair dresser from Milan, that's the monster 'do
Monster Giuseppe heel, that's the monster shoe
Young Money is the roster and a monster crew
And I'm all up, all up, all up in the bank with the funny face
And if I'm fake, I ain't notice 'cause my money ain't
So let me get this straight, wait, I'm the rookie?
But my features and my shows ten times your pay?
50K for a verse, no album out
Yeah, my money's so tall that my Barbies got to climb it
Hotter than a Middle Eastern climate, violent
Tony Matterhorn, dutty wine it, wine it
Nicki on them titties when I sign it
That's how these n***** so one-track-minded
But really, really, I don't give an F-U-C-K

"She on a diet," but my pockets eatin' cheesecake
And I'll say, bride of Chucky, it's child's play
Just killed another career, it's a mild day
Besides, Ye, they can't stand besides me
I think me, you, and Am' should ménage Friday
Pink wig, thick a**, give 'em whiplash
I think big, get cash, make 'em blink fast
Now look at what you just saw, this is what you live for
Ah, I'm a motherfuckin' monster!

[Outro: Justin Vernon & Charlie Wilson]
I, I crossed the limelight
And I'll, I'll let God decide, 'cide
And I, I wouldn't last these shows
So I, I am headed home (Headed home)
I, I crossed the limelight
And I'll, I'll let God decide, 'cide (No)
And I, I wouldn't last these shows
So I, I am headed home (Head home)
I, I crossed the limelight (No, the limelight)
And I'll, I'll let God decide, 'cide
And I, I wouldn't last these shows
So I, I am headed home

[Produced by Kanye West, Mike Dean & Plain Pat]
[Video directed by Jake Nava] Rating 0/10
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[Intro]
We're gonna skate to one song, one song only
Ball so hard, motherfuckers wanna fine me

[Verse 1: JAY-Z]
So I ball so hard, motherfuckers wanna fine me
But first n***** gotta find me
What's fifty grand to a m*********** like me? Can you please remind me?
(Ball so hard) This s*** crazy
Y'all don't know that don't s*** faze me
The Nets could go 0 for 82
And I'd look at you like this s*** gravy
(Ball so hard) This s*** weird
We ain't even 'posed to be here
(Ball so hard) Since we here
It's only right that we'd be fair
Psycho, I'm liable to go Michael, take your pick
Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6
(Ball so hard) Got a broke clock
Rollies that don't tick-tock
Audemars that's losing time
Hidden behind all these big rocks
(B-ball so hard) I'm shocked too
I'm supposed to be locked up too
You escaped what I escaped
You'd be in Paris getting f***** up too
(B-ball so hard) Let's get faded
Le Meurice for like six days
Gold bottles, scold models
Spillin' Ace on my sick J's
(Ball so hard) b****, behave
Just might let you meet Ye
Chi-Town's D. Rose
I'm moving the Nets, BK

[Chorus: JAY-Z & Kanye West]
Ball so hard, motherfuckers wanna fine me
That s*** cray, that s*** cray, that s*** cray
B-ball so hard, motherfuckers wanna fine me
That s*** cray, that s*** cray, that s*** cray

[Verse 2: Kanye West & JAY-Z]


Come and meet me in the bathroom stall
And show me why you deserve to have it all
(Ball so hard) That s*** cray (That s*** cray), ain't it, Jay?
(B-ball so hard) What she order (What she order), fish fillet?
(B-ball so hard) Your whip so cold (Your whip so cold), this old thing?
(Ball so hard) Act like you'll ever be around motherfuckers like this again
Bougie girl, grab her hand
f*** that b****, she don't wanna dance
Excuse my French, but I'm in France, haha, I'm just sayin'
Prince Williams ain't do it right, if you ask me
'Cause I was him, I would have married Kate and Ashley
What's Gucci, my n****? What's Louis, my killer?
What's drugs, my dealer? What's that jacket, Margiela?
Doctors say I'm the illest 'cause I'm suffering from realness
Got my n***** in Paris and they going gorillas, huh

[Interlude]
I don't even know what that means
No one knows what it means, but it's provocative
No, it's not, it's gross
Gets the people going

[Chorus: JAY-Z]
Ball so hard, motherfuckers wanna fine me
B-ball so hard, motherfuckers wanna fine me

[Outro: Kanye West, JAY-Z & Both]
You are now watching the throne
Don't let me get in my zone
Don't let me get in my zone
Don't let me get in my zone
These other n***** is lyin'
Actin' like the summer ain't mine
(I got that hot b**** in my home)
You know how many hot b****** I own?
Don't let me get in my zone
Don't let me get in my zone
Don't let me get in my zone
Don't let me get in my zone
The stars is in the building
They hands is to the ceiling
I know I'm 'bout to kill it
How you know? I got that feeling
You are now watching the throne
Don't let me into my zone
Don't let me into my zone
(I'm definitely in my zone)

[Produced by Anthony Kilhoffer, Hit-Boy, Kanye West & Mike Dean] Rating 0/10
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]]> Текстове с превод,EN (J) https://old.lyricsmelody.com/watch_video.php?v=1abaebdfda9f43fbdc78 2026-10-03 03:00:56 JAŸ-Z - Niggas in Paris играя, ball, hard, zone, зона, оставяй, вляза, лудост, kanye, cray, west, motherfuckers, wanna, fine, копелетата]]> admin admin https://old.lyricsmelody.com/watch_video.php?v=c8901aa03421a6cdcfeb Avega ft. Это Гради, чувак! , Паша Техник - Передай
Шишки
Ай, б****
Да, нормально, я уже 3 сделал
Передай водичку
Да, нормально, я уже 3 сделал
Накурился дичкой в очко
Да, нормально, я уже 3 сделал
Передай водичку
Накурился дичкой в очко
Передай водичку
Да, нормально, я уже 3 сделал
Передай водичку
Н-н-нормально, я уже 3 сделал
Д-д-дай водичку
Накурился дичкой в очко-ко-ко
Передай водичку
Передай, п-п-передай
Нормально (Нормально)

Мама просила не лезть в хуйню, но я хуйни был инициатором
Обещал себе бросить курить косяки, но где-то после числа двадцатого
И вроде бы всё для меня, без очков могу выходить на улицу
Но сегодня не тот день — мне звонит Пашок, говорит: «Накуримся?»
Я отменяю дела, но мой гриндер работать по полной будет
Говори, что хочешь, м****, я заказывал стейк, нахуя мне судьи?
И по сути тут гнём свою линию, видел вас — вы ебаная клиника
Я в очках, называй их зарплата семьи, сам кури свою индику
Сам кури свою индику, с***, сам кури свою дичку
Я забил себе плотный сативный сплиф, передай водичку
Я забил себе плотный сативный сплиф, передай водичку
Я забил себе плотный сативный сплиф, с***, передай мне водичку

Корвус кепочка (Кепочка), передай мне водичку (Водичку)
Дырочка в бутылочке, я еду в электричке
Люблю твои очки (Очки), накурился дичкой в очко (В очко)
Это дырявые строчки (Строчку), но проколите мне уздечку
Кончил на печку (Печку), я старый фанат «Гречки» (Гречки)
В трусах семечки, но среди нас есть качки (Качки)
Сели с пидором в тачку (Тачку), Федук не подкачает
Белгород встречает (Встречает), нас ебут, а мы крепчаем
Не шути с хачами, парень, я знаю — тебя могут продырявить
С виду ты корявый, на пизде волос кучерявый
Нам не надо охраны, стафф по карманам
"Не лезь в хуйню" просила мама (Просила мама)

Пахнет шишками за километр (Километр), но для бабки — я капуста
И не надо никаких сантиментов, возьму дерьма и поебусь с ним
Хочется взглядов, но иных (Хочется). Что он нацепил? Он ебаный псих (Что?)
Я как бы молод, но старичок, Толя не спокоен, но я не торчок
И мы постоянно при смерти, как Frida Kahlo, но мы гении, как Эйнштейн Альберт
Если что-то хотим, то сразу получаем; всё, что получаешь ты — это удар в еблет
Смотрю в будущее, забираю бабки, не рифмую на эдлибы, ведь я не Kizaru
Это Гради, чувак, рядом Техник, чувак, мой город запомнит — это лучший вайб (Вайб)
И хочется как у Паши (У Паши), чтобы море по колено
Но подам водичку Мише (Мише), чтобы горло не болело
И с низин мы кричали, не зря рвали жопу и были услышаны
И кто вам сказал что нельзя (Что нельзя) дойти до цели и выжить тут? Rating 0/10
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[Verse 1]
Dear Adonis
I'm sorry that that man is your father, let me be honest
It takes a man to be a man, your dad is not responsive
I look at him and wish your grandpa would've wore a condom
I'm sorry that you gotta grow up and then stand behind him
Life is hard, I know, the challenge is always gon' beat us home
Sometimes our parents make mistakes that affect us until we grown
And you're a good kid that need good leadership
Let me be your mentor since your daddy don't teach you s***
Never let a man piss on your leg, son
Either you die right there or pop that man in the head, son
Never fall in the escort business, that's bad religion
Please remember, you could be a b**** even if you got b******
Never code-switch, whether right or wrong, you're a Black man
Even if it don't benefit your goals, do some push-ups, get some discipline
Don't cut them corners like your daddy did, f*** what Ozempic did
Don't pay to play with them Brazilians, get a gym membership
Understand, no throwin' rocks and hidin' hands, that's law
Don't be ashamed 'bout who you wit', that's how he treat your moms
Don't have a kid to hide a kid to hide again, be sure
Five percent will comprehend, but ninety-five is lost
Be proud of who you are, your strength come from within
Lotta superstars that's real, but your daddy ain't one of them
And you nothin' like him, you'll carry yourself as king
Can't understand me right now? Just play this when you eighteen

[Verse 2]
Dear Sandra
Your son got some habits, I hope you don't undermine them
Especially with all the girls that's hurt inside this climate
You a woman, so you know how it feels to be in alignment
With emotion, hopin' a man can see you and not be blinded
Dear Dennis, you gave birth to a master manipulator
Even using you to prove who he is is a huge favor
I think you should ask for more paper, and more paper
And more, uh, more paper
I'm blamin' you for all his gamblin' addictions
Psychopath intuition, the man that like to play victim
You raised a horrible f*****' person, the nerve of you, Dennis
Sandra, sit down, what I'm about to say is heavy, now listen, mm-mm
Your son's a sick man with sick thoughts; I think n***** like him should die
Him and Weinstein should get f***** up in a cell for the rest they life
He hates Black women, hypersexualize 'em with kinks of a nympho fetish
Grew facial hair because he understood bein' a beard just fit him better
He got sex offenders on ho-VO that he keep on a monthly allowance
A child should never be compromised, and he keepin' his child around them
And we gotta raise our daughters knowin' there's predators like him lurkin'
f*** a rap battle, he should die so all of these women can live with a purpose
I been in this industry twelve years, I'ma tell y'all one lil' secret
It's some weird s*** goin' on, and some of these artists be here to police it
They be streamlinin' victims all inside of they home and callin' 'em tender
Then leak videos of themselves to further push their agendas
To any woman that be playin' his music, know that you're playin' your sister
Or better, you're sellin' your niece to the weirdos, not the good ones
Katt Williams said, "Get you the truth," so I'ma get mines
The Embassy 'bout to get raided too, it's only a matter of time
Ayy, LeBron, keep the family away, hey, Curry, keep the family away
To anybody that embody the love for their kids, keep the family away
They lookin' at you too if you standin' by him, keep the family away
I'm lookin' to shoot through any pervert that lives, keep the family safe

[Verse 3]
Dear baby girl
I'm sorry that your father not active inside your world
He don't commit to much, but his music, yeah, that's for sure
He a narcissist, misogynist, livin' inside his songs
Try destroyin' families rather than taking care of his own
Should be teaching you time tables or watchin' Frozen with you
Or at your eleventh birthday singin' poems with you
Instead, he be in Turks payin' for sex and poppin' Percs, examples that you don't deserve
I wanna tell you that you're loved, you're brave, you're kind
You got a gift to change the world, and could change your father's mind
'Cause our children is the future, but he lives inside confusion
Money's always been illusion, but that's the life he's used to
His father prolly didn't claim him neither
History do repeats itself, sometimes it don't need a reason
But I would like to say it's not your fault that he's hidin' another child
Give him grace, this the reason I made Mr. Morale
So our babies like you can cope later
Give you some confidence to go through somethin', it's hope later
I never wanna hear you chase a man 'cause it's feral behavior
Sittin' in the club with sugar daddies for validation
You need to know that love is eternity and trumps all pain
I'll tell you who your father is, just play this song when it rains
Yes, he's a hitmaker, songwriter, superstar, right

Meet the Grahams

[Verse 4]
Dear Aubrey
I know you probably thinkin' I wanted to crash your party
But truthfully, I don't have a hatin' bone in my body
This supposed to be a good exhibition within the game
But you f***** up the moment you called out my family's name
Why you had to stoop so low to discredit some decent people?
Guess integrity is lost when the metaphors doesn't reach you
And I like to understand 'cause your house was never a home
Thirty-seven, but you showin' up as a seven-year-old
You got gamblin' problems, drinkin' problems, pill-poppin' and spendin' problems
Bad with money, whorehouse
Solicitin' women problems, therapy's a lovely start
But I suggest some ayahuasca, strip the ego from the bottom
I try to empathize with you 'cause I know that you ain't been through nothin'
Crave entitlement, but wanna be liked so bad that it's puzzlin'
No dominance, let's recap moments when you didn't fit in
No secret handshakes with your friend
No culture cachet to binge, just disrespectin' your mother
Identity's on the fence, don't know which family will love ya
The skin that you livin' in is compromised in personas
Can't channel your masculine even when standin' next to a woman
You a body shamer, you gon' hide them baby mamas, ain't ya?
You embarrassed of 'em, that's not right, that ain't how mama raised us
Take that mask off, I wanna see what's under them achievements
Why believe you? You never gave us nothin' to believe in
'Cause you lied about religious views, you lied about your surgery
You lied about your accent and your past tense, all is perjury
You lied about your ghostwriters, you lied about your crew members
They all p****, you lied on 'em, I know they all got you in 'em
You lied about your son, you lied about your daughter, huh
You lied about them other kids that's out there hopin' that you come
You lied about the only artist that can offer you some help
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[Part I]

[Verse: Kendrick Lamar]
I got, I got, I got, I got—
Loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA
Cocaine quarter piece, got war and peace inside my DNA
I got power, poison, pain, and joy inside my DNA
I got hustle, though, ambition flow inside my DNA
I was born like this, since one like this, immaculate conception
I transform like this, perform like this, was Yeshua new weapon
I don't contemplate, I meditate, then off your f****** head
This that put-the-kids-to-bed
This that I got, I got, I got, I got—
Realness, I just kill s*** ’cause it's in my DNA
I got millions, I got riches buildin' in my DNA
I got dark, I got evil that rot inside my DNA
I got off, I got troublesome heart inside my DNA
I just win again, then win again, like Wimbledon, I serve
Yeah, that’s him again, the sound that engine in is like a bird
You see fireworks and Corvette tire skrrt the boulevard
I know how you work, I know just who you are
See, you's a, you's a, you's a—
b****, your hormones prolly switch inside your DNA
Problem is, all that sucker s*** inside your DNA
Daddy prolly snitched, heritage inside your DNA
Backbone don't exist, born outside a jellyfish, I gauge
See, my pedigree most definitely don't tolerate the front
s*** I've been through prolly offend you, this is Paula's oldest son
I know murder, conviction, burners, boosters, burglars, ballers, dead Redemption, scholars, fathers dead with kids
And I wish I was fed forgiveness
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, soldier’s DNA (I’m a soldier's DNA)
Born inside the beast, my expertise checked out in second grade
When I was nine, on sale motel, we didn’t have nowhere to stay
At twenty-nine, I've done so well, hit cartwheel in my estate
And I'm gon' shine like I’m supposed to, antisocial extrovert
And excellent mean the extra work
And absentness what the f*** you heard
And pessimists never struck my nerve
And Nazareth gonna plead his case
The reason my power's here on Earth
Salute the truth, when the prophet say

[Part II]

[Intro: Kendrick Lamar & Geraldo Rivera]
I-I got loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA
This is why I say that hip hop has done more damage to young African Americans than racism in recent years
I-I got loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA
I live a better life, I'm rollin' several dice, f*** your life
I-I got loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA
I live a be-, f*** your life
Five, four, three, two, one
This is my heritage, all I'm inheritin'
Money and power, the mecca of marriages

[Verse: Kendrick Lamar]
Tell me somethin'
You motherfuckers can't tell me nothin'
I'd rather die than to listen to you
My DNA not for imitation
Your DNA an abomination
This how it is when you in the Matrix
Dodgin' bullets, reapin' what you sow
And stackin' up the footage, livin' on the go
And sleepin' in a villa
Sippin' from a Grammy, walkin' in the buildin'
Diamond in the ceilin', marble on the floors
Beach inside the window, peekin' out the window
Baby in the pool, godfather goals
Only Lord knows I've been goin' hammer
Dodgin' paparazzi, freakin' through the cameras
Eat at Four Daughters, Brock wearin' sandals
Yoga on a Monday, stretchin' to Nirvana
Watchin' all the snakes, curvin' all the fakes
Phone never on, I don't conversate
I don't compromise, I just penetrate
Sex, money, murder, these are the breaks
These are the times, level number nine
Look up in the sky, ten is on the way
Sentence on the way, killings on the way
m***********, I got winners on the way
You ain't s*** without a body on your belt
You ain't s*** without a ticket on your plate
You ain't sick enough to pull it on yourself
You ain't rich enough to hit the lot and skate
Tell me when destruction gonna be my fate
Gonna be your fate, gonna be our faith
Peace to the world, let it rotate
Sex, money, murder, our DNA

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]]> Текстове с превод,EN (K) https://old.lyricsmelody.com/watch_video.php?v=88d1bf0d9ccc6e318309 2026-10-02 03:07:56 Kendrick Lamar - DNA. вътре, kendrick, lamar, нося, вярност, gonna, loyalty, убийства, кралство, royalty, роден, сигурно, prolly, murder, money]]> admin admin https://old.lyricsmelody.com/watch_video.php?v=3fc62bdbf21de1e9a99a Kendrick Lamar ft. Jay Rock - Money Trees
[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
Uh, me and my n***** tryna get it, ya bish (Ya bish, ya bish)
Hit the house lick, tell me, is you with it, ya bish? (Ya bish, ya bish)
Home invasion was persuasive (Was persuasive, was persuasive)
From nine to five, I know it's vacant, ya bish (Ya bish, ya bish)
Dreams of livin' life like rappers do (Like rappers do, like rappers do)
Back when condom wrappers wasn't cool (They wasn't cool, they wasn't cool)
I f***** Sherane and went to tell my bros (Tell my bros, tell my bros)
Then Usher Raymond, "Let It Burn" came on ("Let Burn" came on, "Let Burn" came on)
Hot sauce all in our Top Ramen, ya bish (Ya bish, ya bish)
Park the car, then we start rhymin', ya bish (Ya bish, ya bish)
The only thing we had to free our mind (Free our mind, free our mind)
Then freeze that verse when we see dollar signs (See dollar signs, see dollar signs)
You lookin' like an easy come-up, ya bish (Ya bish, ya bish)
A silver spoon, I know you come from, ya bish (Ya bish, ya bish)
And that's a lifestyle that we never knew (We never knew, we never knew)
Go at a reverend for the revenue

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar & Anna Wise]
It go Halle Berry or hallelujah
Pick your poison, tell me what you doin'
Everybody gon' respect the shooter
But the one in front of the gun lives forever
(The one in front of the gun, forever)
And I been hustlin' all day, this-a-way, that-a-way
Through canals and alleyways, just to say
Money trees is the perfect place for shade
And that's just how I feel, nah, nah
A dollar might just f*** your main b****
That's just how I feel, nah
A dollar might say f*** them n***** that you came with
That's just how I feel, nah, nah
A dollar might just make that lane switch
That's just how I feel, nah
A dollar might turn to a million and we all rich
That's just how I feel

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Dreams of livin' life like rappers do (Like rappers do, like rappers do)
Bump that new E-40 after school (Way after school, way after school)
You know, "Big Ballin' With My Homies" (My homies)
Earl Stevens had us thinkin' rational (Thinkin' rational, that's rational)
Back to reality, we poor, ya bish (Ya bish, ya bish)
Another casualty at war, ya bish (Ya bish, ya bish)
Two bullets in my Uncle Tony head (My Tony head, my Tony head)
He said one day I'll be on tour, ya bish (Ya bish, ya bish)
That Louis Burgers never be the same (Won't be the same, won't be the same)
A Louis belt'll never ease that pain (Won't ease that pain, won't ease that pain)
But I'ma purchase when that day is jerkin' (That day is jerkin', day is jerkin')
Pull off at Church's with Pirellis skrrtin' (Pirellis skrrtin', Pirellis skrrtin')
Gang signs out the window, ya bish (Ya bish, ya bish)
Hopin' all of 'em offend you, ya bish (Ya bish, ya bish)
They say your hood is a pot of gold (A pot of gold, a pot of gold)
And we gon' crash it when nobody's home

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar & Anna Wise]
It go Halle Berry or hallelujah
Pick your poison, tell me what you doin'
Everybody gon' respect the shooter
But the one in front of the gun lives forever
(The one in front of the gun, forever)
And I been hustlin' all day, this-a-way, that-a-way
Through canals and alleyways, just to say
Money trees is the perfect place for shade
And that's just how I feel, nah, nah
A dollar might just f*** your main b****
That's just how I feel, nah
A dollar might say f*** them n***** that you came with
That's just how I feel, nah, nah
A dollar might just make that lane switch
That's just how I feel, nah
A dollar might turn to a million and we all rich
That's just how I feel

[Bridge: Anna Wise]
Be the last one out to get this dough? No way
Love one of you bucket-headed hoes? No way
Hit the streets, then we break the code? No way
Hit the brakes when they on patrol? No way
Be the last one out to get this dough? No way
Love one of you bucket-headed hoes? No way
Hit the streets, then we break the code? No way
Hit the brakes when they on patrol? No way

[Verse 3: Jay Rock]
'Magine Rock up in them projects where them n***** pick your pockets
Santa Claus don't miss them stockings, liquors spillin', pistols poppin'
Bakin' soda, yola whippin', ain't no turkey on Thanksgivin'
My homeboy just domed a n****, I just hope the Lord forgive him
Pots with cocaine residue, every day, I'm hustlin'
What else is a thug to do when you eatin' cheese from the government?
Gotta provide for my daughter 'nem, get the f*** up out my way, bish
Got that drum and I got them bands just like a parade, bish
Drop that work up in the bushes, hope them boys don't see my stash
If they do, tell the truth, this the last time you might see my a**
From the gardens where the grass ain't cut, them serpents lurkin', blood
b****** sellin' p****, n***** sellin' drugs, but it's all good
Broken promises, steal your watch and tell you what time it is
Take your J's and tell you to kick it where a Foot Locker is
In the streets with a heater under my dungarees
Dreams of me gettin' shaded under a money tree

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar & Anna Wise]
It go Halle Berry or hallelujah
Pick your poison, tell me what you doin'
Everybody gon' respect the shooter
But the one in front of the gun lives forever
(The one in front of the gun, forever)
And I been hustlin' all day, this-a-way, that-a-way
Through canals and alleyways, just to say
Money trees is the perfect place for shade
And that's just how I feel

[Skit: Paula Duckworth & Kenneth Duckworth]
Kendrick, just bring my car back, man, I, I called in for another appointment
I figured you weren't gonna be back here on time anyway, look
s***, s***, I just wanna get out the house, man
This man is on one, he feelin' good than a m***********
s***, I'm tryna get my thing goin' too (Girl, I want your body)
I'm going over to Merlin house, just bring my car back (I want your body)
s***, he faded, he feelin' good, look, listen to him
'Cause you got a big ol' fat a**
Girl, girl, I want your body
I want your body, 'cause of that big ol' fat a**, girl
See, he high as hell (I want your body, 'cause of that big ol'—)
s***, he ain't even trippin' off them dominoes no more, just bring the car back
Did somebody say dominoes? Rating 0/10
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]]> Текстове с превод,EN (K),EN (J) https://old.lyricsmelody.com/watch_video.php?v=3fc62bdbf21de1e9a99a 2026-10-02 03:07:00 Kendrick Lamar ft. Jay Rock - Money Trees bish, kendrick, lamar, feel, dollar, чувствам, начин, долар, wise, anna, rappers, front, рапърите, момиче, вечно]]> admin admin https://old.lyricsmelody.com/watch_video.php?v=00305c406a5389c9887c Kendrick Lamar - Swimming Pools
[Produced by T-Minus]

[Intro]
Pour up (Drank), head shot (Drank)
Sit down (Drank), stand up (Drank)
Pass out (Drank), wake up (Drank)
Faded (Drank), faded (Drank)

[Verse 1]
Now, I done grew up round some people livin' their life in bottles
Granddaddy had the golden flask, backstroke every day in Chicago
Some people like the way it feel, some people wanna kill their sorrow
Some people wanna fit in with the popular, that was my problem
I was in a dark room, loud tunes, lookin' to make a vow soon
That I'ma get f***** up, fillin' up my cup, I see the crowd mood
Changin' by the minute and the record on repeat
Took a sip, then another sip, then somebody said to me

[Chorus]
"n****, why you babysittin' only two or three shots?
I'ma show you how to turn it up a notch
First, you get a swimming pool full of liquor, then you dive in it
Pool full of liquor, then you dive in it
I wave a few bottles, then I watch 'em all flock
All the girls wanna play Baywatch
I got a swimming pool full of liquor and they dive in it

[Post-Chorus]
Pour up (Drank), head shot (Drank)
Sit down (Drank), stand up (Drank)
Pass out (Drank), wake up (Drank)
Faded (Drank), faded (Drank)

[Verse 2]
Okay, now open your mind up and listen me, Kendrick
I am your conscience, if you do not hear me, then you will be history, Kendrick
I know that you're nauseous right now and I'm hopin' to lead you to victory, Kendrick
If I take another one down, I'ma drown in some poison, abusin' my limit
I think that I'm feelin' the vibe, I see the love in her eyes
I see the feelin', the freedom is granted as soon as the damage of vodka arrived
This how you capitalize, this is parental advised, and apparently, I'm over-influenced
By what you are doin', I thought I was doin' the most 'til someone said to me

[Chorus]
"n****, why you babysittin' only two or three shots?
I'ma show you how to turn it up a notch
First, you get a swimming pool full of liquor, then you dive in it
Pool full of liquor, then you dive in it
I wave a few bottles, then I watch 'em all flock
All the girls wanna play Baywatch
I got a swimming pool full of liquor and they dive in it

[Post-Chorus]
Pour up (Drank), head shot (Drank)
Sit down (Drank), stand up (Drank)
Pass out (Drank), wake up (Drank)
Faded (Drank), faded (Drank)

[Bridge]
I ride, you ride, bang
One chopper, one hundred shots, bang
Hop out, do you bang?
Two chopper, two hundred shots, bang
I ride, you ride, bang
One chopper, one hundred shots, bang
Hop out, do you bang?
Two chopper, two hundred shots, bang

[Chorus]
n****, why you babysittin' only two or three shots?
I'ma show you how to turn it up a notch
First, you get a swimming pool full of liquor, then you dive in it
Pool full of liquor, then you dive in it
I wave a few bottles, then I watch 'em all flock
All the girls wanna play Baywatch
I got a swimming pool full of liquor and they dive in it
Po-pool full of liquor, I'ma dive in it

[Post-Chorus]
Pour up (Drank), head shot (Drank)
Sit down (Drank), stand up (Drank)
Pass out (Drank), wake up (Drank)
Faded (Drank), faded (Drank)

[Segue]
Sherane
Sherane (Pool full of— and we-and they dive in it, in-in it)
Sherane, Sherane
(Wat-watch 'em all flock) Aw, man
(Girls wanna play, play, play) Sherane
Where is she takin' me? (I got)
Where is she takin' me? (Po-pool full of liquor, I'ma dive in—)

[Verse 3]
All I—, all I—, all I—
All I have in life is my new appetite for failure
And I got hunger pain that grow insane, tell me, do that sound familiar?
If it do, then you're like me, makin' excuse that your relief
Is in the bottom of a bottle and the greenest indo leaf
As the window open, I release everything that corrode inside of me
I see you jokin', why you laugh? Don't you feel bad? I probably sleep
And never ever wake up, never ever wake up, never ever wake up
In God I trust, but just when I thought I had enough

[Skit]
They stomped the homie out over a b****?
K-Dot, you good, blood?
Now we can drop— yeah, we can drop you back off
That n****'s straight, man, that n**** ain't trippin'
We gon' do the same ol' s***
I'ma pop a few shots, they gon' ru— they run opposite way
Fall right in ****'s lap
And he gon' tear they a** up, simple as that
And I hope that b**** that set him up out there, we gon' pop that b**** too
Wait hold up, ayy, I see somebody
*Car door opens and gunshots are fired*
Aha, got them n*****
K-Dot, you good? ****, you good?
Yeah, blood, I'm good, Dave, you good? Dave?
Dave, say somethin'
Dave?
These b****-a** n***** killed my brother Rating 0/10
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]]> Текстове с превод,EN (K) https://old.lyricsmelody.com/watch_video.php?v=00305c406a5389c9887c 2026-10-02 03:05:47 Kendrick Lamar - Swimming Pools drank, басейн, пълен, dive, full, pool, liquor, пиене, faded, shots, замаян, bang, wake, swimming, играят]]> admin admin https://old.lyricsmelody.com/watch_video.php?v=f319fccb537c6fde3c64 Kendrick Lamar ft. MC Eiht - m.A.A.d city
[Part I]

[Refrain: Kendrick Lamar & ScHoolboy Q]
If Pirus and Crips all got along
They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song
Seem like the whole city go against me

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
Man down, where you from, n****?
f*** who you know—where you from, my n****?
Where your grandma stay, huh, my n****?
This m.A.A.d city I run, my n****

[Verse: Kendrick Lamar]
Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane
This is not a rap on how I'm slingin' crack or move cocaine
This is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain
Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighin' on your brain
It was me, L Boog, and Yan Yan, YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans
It got ugly, wavin' yo' hand out the window — check yourself
Uh, Warriors and Conans, hope euphoria can slow dance
With society, the driver seat, the first one to get killed
Seen a light-skinned n**** with his brains blown out
At the same burger stand where **** hang out
Now this is not a tape recorder sayin' that he did it
But ever since that day, I was lookin' at him different
That was back when I was nine, Joey packed the nine
Pakistan on every porch is fine, we adapt to crime
Pack a van with four guns at a time
With the sliding door, f*** is up?
f*** you shootin' for if you ain't walkin' up, you f*****' punk?
Pickin' up the f*****' pump, pickin' off you suckers
Suck a d*** or die or sucker punch

That's what mama said when we was eatin' that free lunch
Aw man, goddamn, all hell broke loose
You killed my cousin back in '94, f*** yo' truce
Now crawl your head in that noose
You wind up dead on the news
Ain't no peace treaty, just piecin' BGs up to pre-approve
Bodies on top of bodies, IVs on top of IVs
Obviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys
When you hop on that trolley, make sure your color's correct
Make sure you're corporate, or they'll be callin' your mother collect
They say the governor collect all of our taxes, except
When we in traffic and tragic happens, that s*** ain't no threat
You movin' backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a TEC
Go buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess
​m.A.A.d. city

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
Man down, where you from, n****?
f*** who you know—where you from, my n****?
Where your grandma stay, huh, my n****?
This m.A.A.d city I run, my n****

[Refrain: Kendrick Lamar & ScHoolboy Q]
If Pirus and Crips all got along
They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song
Seem like the whole city go against me

[Part II]

[Intro: MC Eiht]
Wake yo' punk-a** up
It ain't nothin' but a Compton thang
G-yeah, real simple and plain
Let me teach you some lessons about the street
(Smoke somethin', n****?)
Hood ('Sup, cuz?)
It ain't nothin' but a Compton thang
G-yeah, how we do

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
Fresh outta school 'cause I was a high school grad'
Sleepin' in the livin' room of my mama's pad
Reality struck, I seen the white car crash
Hit the light pole, two n***** hopped out on foot and dashed (Watch out, cuz)
My pops said I needed a job, I thought I believed him
Security guard for a month and ended up leavin'
In fact, I got fired 'cause I was inspired by all of my friends
To stage a robbery, the third Saturday I clocked in
Projects tore up, gang signs get thrown up (Sup?)
Cocaine laced in marijuana
And they wonder why I rarely smoke now
Imagine if your first blunt had you foamin' at the mouth
I was straight tweakin', the next weekend we broke even
I made allegiance that made a promise to see you bleedin'
You know the reasons, but still'll never know my life

[Break: MC Eiht]
G-yeah, cocaine, weed
n***** been mixin' s*** since the '80s, loc
Sherm sticks, butt-nakeds
Dip, make a n**** flip
Cluck heads all up and down the block and s***
One time's crooked and s***
Block a n**** in
Alondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it's Compton

[Verse 2: MC Eiht]
I'm still in the hood, loc, g-yeah, that's cool
s***, the hood took me under, so I follow the rules
But, g-yeah, that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang
And n***** that rep colors is doin' the same thang
Pass it to the left, so I can smoke on me
A couple drive-bys in the hood lately, g-yeah
Couple of IV's with the f*****' spray-can
Shots in the crowd, then everybody ran
Crew I'm finna slay, the street life I crave
Shots hit the enemy, hearts turn brave
Mount up, regulators in the whip
Down the boulevard with the pistol grip, g-yeah
Trip, we in the hood still
So, loc, grab a strap 'cause, g-yeah, it's so real, g-yeah
Deal with the outcome, a strap in the hand
And a bird and ten grand's where a mothafucka stand

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
If I told you I killed a n**** at sixteen, would you believe me?
Perceive me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the street
With a basketball and some Now and Laters to eat?
If I mentioned all of my skeletons, would you jump in the seat?
Would you say my intelligence now is great relief?
And it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep
With dreams of bein' a lawyer or doctor
Instead of boy with a chopper that hold the cul-de-sac hostage
Kill 'em all if they gossip
The Children of the Corn, they vandalizin' the option
Of livin' a lie, drown their body with toxins
Constantly drinkin' and drive
Hit the powder, then watch this flame that arrive in his eye
Listen, coward, the concept is aim and then bang it and slide
Out that b**** with deposit, a price on his head, the tithes
Probably go to the projects
I live inside the belly of the rough, Compton, USA
Made me an Angel on Angel Dust, what?

[Interlude]
*Scratches*
M.A.A.d city
Compton

[Skit]
n****, pass Dot the bottle, damn
You ain't the one that got f***** up
What you holdin' it for?
n***** always actin' unsensitive and s***
n****, that ain't no word
n****, shut up
Hey, Dot, you good, my n****?
Don't even trip
Just lay back and drink that Rating 0/10
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Duration 05:51

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]]> Текстове с превод,EN (K),EN (M) https://old.lyricsmelody.com/watch_video.php?v=f319fccb537c6fde3c64 2026-10-02 03:04:46 Kendrick Lamar ft. MC Eiht - m.A.A.d city kendrick, негро, lamar, compton, eiht, city, град, hood, rosecrans, квартала, schoolboy, сигурно, майната, всичките, неграта]]> admin admin https://old.lyricsmelody.com/watch_video.php?v=6e9964f1938e460011f4 A$AP Rocky ft. Drake, 2 Chainz, Kendrick Lamar - Fuckin’ Problems
[Chorus: 2 Chainz, Drake, 2 Chainz & Drake, A$AP Rocky]
I love bad b******, that's my f*****' problem (Problem)
And yeah, I like to f***, I got a f*****' problem (Problem)
I love bad b******, that's my f*****' problem (Problem)
And yeah, I like to f***, I got a f*****' problem (Problem)
I love bad b******, that's my f*****' problem (Problem)
And yeah, I like to f***, I got a f*****' problem (Problem)
If findin' somebody real is your f*****' problem (Yeah)
Bring your girls to the crib, maybe we can solve it, ayy

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
Hold up, b******, simmer down (Uh)
Takin' hella long, b****, give it to me now (Uh)
Make that thing pop like a semi or a nine
Ooh, baby like it raw with the shimmy shimmy ya, huh?
A$AP (Yeah), get like me (Uh)
Never met a m*********** fresh like me (Yeah)
All these motherfuckers wanna dress like me (Uh)
But the chrome to your dome make you sweat like Keith
‘Cause I'm the n****, the n****, n****, like how you figure? (Yeah)
Gettin' figures and f*****' b******, she rollin' Swishers
Brought her b******, I brought my n***** (Uh)
They gettin' bent up off the liquor (Uh)
She love my licorice, I let her lick it (Alright)
They say money make a n**** act niggarish (Uh)
But least a n****, n**** rich
I be f*****' broads like I be f*****' bored
Turn a dyke b**** out, have her f*****' boys, beast (Hahahahaha)

[Chorus: 2 Chainz, Drake, 2 Chainz & Drake]
I love bad b******, that's my f*****' problem (Problem)
And yeah, I like to f***, I got a f*****' problem (Problem)
I love bad b******, that's my f*****' problem (Problem)
And yeah, I like to f***, I got a f*****' problem (Problem)
I love bad b******, that's my f*****' problem (Problem)
And yeah, I like to f***, I got a f*****' problem (Problem)
If findin' somebody real is your f*****' problem
Bring your girls to the crib, maybe we can solve it, ayy

[Verse 2: Drake]
Ooh, I know you love it when this beat is on
Make you think about all of the n***** you been leadin' on
Make me think about all of the rappers I've been feedin' on
Got a feelin' that's the same dudes that we speakin' on, oh word?
Ain't heard my album? Who you sleepin' on?
You should print the lyrics out and have a f*****' read-along
Ain't a f*****' sing-along 'less you brought the weed along
Then ju— okay, I got it
Then just drop down and get your eagle on
Or we can stare up at the stars and put the Beatles on
All that s*** you talkin' 'bout is not up for discussion
I will pay to make it bigger, I don't pay for no reduction
If it's comin' from a n**** I don't know, then I don't trust it
If you comin' for my head, then m***********, get to bustin'
Yes, Lord, I don't really say this often
But this long-d*** n**** ain't for the long talkin', I'm beast

[Chorus: 2 Chainz, Drake, 2 Chainz & Drake]
I love bad b******, that's my f*****' problem (Problem)
And yeah, I like to f***, I got a f*****' problem (Problem)
I love bad b******, that's my f*****' problem (Problem)
And yeah, I like to f***, I got a f*****' problem (Problem)
I love bad b******, that's my f*****' problem (Problem)
And yeah, I like to f***, I got a f*****' problem (Problem)
If findin' somebody real is your f*****' problem
Bring your girls to the crib, maybe we can solve it

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
Uh, yeah, ho, this the finale
My pep talk turn into a pep rally
Say she from the hood, but she live inside in the valley now
Vacayed in Atlanta, then she goin' back to Cali (Mm)
Got your girl on my line, world on my line
The irony, I f*** 'em at the same damn time
She eyein' me like a n**** don't exist
Girl, I know you want this d***
Girl, I'm Kendrick Lamar (Mm)
A.K.A. Benz is to me just a car (Mm)
That mean your friends-es need be up to par
See, my standards are pampered by threesomes tomorrow (Mm)
Kill 'em all, dead bodies in the hallway
Don't get involved, listen what the crystal ball say
Halle Berry, hallelujah
Holler back, I'll do ya, beast

[Chorus: 2 Chainz, Drake, 2 Chainz & Drake]
I love bad b******, that's my f*****' problem (Problem)
And yeah, I like to f***, I got a f*****' problem (Problem)
I love bad b******, that's my f*****' problem (Problem)
And yeah, I like to f***, I got a f*****' problem (Problem)
I love bad b******, that's my f*****' problem (Problem)
And yeah, I like to f***, I got a f*****' problem (Problem)
If findin' somebody real is your f*****' problem
Bring your girls to the crib, maybe we can solve it, ayy

[Produced by 40 & Drake] Rating 0/10
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Duration 03:53

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]]> Текстове с превод,EN (A),EN (D),EN (K) https://old.lyricsmelody.com/watch_video.php?v=6e9964f1938e460011f4 2026-10-02 03:03:13 A$AP Rocky ft. Drake, 2 Chainz, Kendrick Lamar - Fuckin’ Problems проблем, problem, обичам, drake, chainz, проклет, чукам, мацки, лоши, проклетият, kendrick, lamar, rocky, решим, намериш]]> admin admin https://old.lyricsmelody.com/watch_video.php?v=9f916bc964e5993cc300 Kendrick Lamar - euphoria
[Part I]

[Intro]
​eurt s'em tuoba yas yeht gnihtyrevE
Euphoria

[Verse]
Them super powers gettin' neutralized, I can only watch in silence
The famous actor we once knew is lookin' paranoid and now is spiralin'
You're movin' just like a degenerate, every antic is feelin' distasteful
I calculate you're not as calculated, I can even predict your angle
Fabricatin' stories on the family front 'cause you heard Mr. Morale
A pathetic master manipulator, I can smell the tales on you now
You'rе not a rap artist, you a scam artist with the hopes of being accеpted
Tommy Hilfiger stood out, but FUBU never had been your collection
I make music that electrify 'em, you make music that pacify 'em
I can double down on that line, but spare you this time, that's random acts of kindness
Know you a master manipulator and habitual liar too
But don't tell no lie about me and I won't tell truths 'bout you

[Part II]

[Intro]
Shoo, shoo, shoo
Shoo, shoo, shoo
Bee, bee, bee, bee, bee, bee

[Verse]
Yeah, I'm out the way, yeah, I'm low, okay
Yeah, the island right here's remote, okay
I ain't thinkin' about no reaper, n****, I'm reapin' what I sow, okay
Got a Benjamin and a Jackson all in my house like I'm Joe, okay
Hellcat, made his homeboys and them type sell they soul, okay
Everybody wanna be demon 'til they get chipped by a throwaway
And I might do a show a day, once a lame, always a lame
Oh, you thought the money, the power or fame would make you go away?
Have you ever played have-you-ever? Okay, n****, let's play
Have you ever walked your enemy down like with a poker face?
Have you ever paid five hundred thou' like to an open case?
Well, I have, and I failed at both, but I came out straight
I hate when a rapper talk about guns, then somebody die, they turn into nuns
Then hop online like "Pray for my city," he fakin' for likes and digital hugs
His daddy a killer, he wanna be junior, they must've forgot the s*** that they done
Dementia must run in his family, but let it get shaky
I'll park his son
The very first time I shot me a Drac', the homie had told me to aim it this way
I didn't point down enough, today, I'll show you I learned from those mistakes
Somebody had told me that you got a ring, on God, I'm ready to double the wage
I'd rather do that than let a Canadian n**** make Pac turn in his grave
Cutthroat business, you got s*** twisted
What is it? The braids?
I hurt your feelings? You don't wanna work with me no more? Okay
It's three GOATs left, and I seen two of them kissin' and huggin' on stage
I love 'em to death, and in eight bars, I'll explain that phrase, huh
It's nothin' nobody can tell me, huh
I don't wanna talk on no celly, huh
You know I got language barriers, huh
It's no accent you can sell me, huh
Yeah, Cole and Aubrey know I'm a selfish n****, the crown is heavy, huh
I pray they my real friends, if not, I'm YNW Melly
I don't like you poppin' s*** at Pharrell, for him, I inherit the beef
Yeah, f*** all that pushin' P, let me see you push a T
You better off spinnin' again on him, you think about pushin' me
He's Terrence Thornton, I'm Terence Crawford, yeah, I'm whoopin' feet
We ain't gotta get personal, this a friendly fade, you should keep it that way
I know some s*** about n***** that make Gunna Wunna look like a saint
This ain't been about critics, not about gimmicks, not about who the greatest
It's always been about love and hate, now let me say I'm the biggest hater
I hate the way that you walk, the way that you talk, I hate the way that you dress
I hate the way that you sneak diss, if I catch flight, it's gon' be direct
We hate the b****** you f*** 'cause they confuse themself with real women
And notice, I said "we," it's not just me, I'm what the culture feelin'
How many more fairytale stories 'bout your life 'til we had enough?
How many more Black features 'til you finally feel that you're Black enough?
I like Drake with the melodies, I don't like Drake when he act tough
You gon' make a n**** bring back Puff, let me see if Chubbs really crash somethin'
Yeah, my first one like my last one, it's a classic, you don't have one
Let your core audience stomach that, then tell 'em where you get your abs from
V12, it's a fast one, baow-baow-baow, last one
Headshot for the year, you better walk around like Daft Punk

[Part III]

[Verse]
Remember?
Ayy, Top Dawg, who the f*** they think they playin' with?
Extortion my middle name as soon as you jump off of that plane, b****
I'm allergic to the lame s***, only you like bein' famous
Yachty can't give you no swag neither, I don't give a f*** 'bout who you hang with
I hate the way that you walk, the way that you talk, I hate the way that you dress
Surprised you wanted that feature request, you know that we got some s*** to address
I even hate when you say the word "n****," but that's just me, I guess
Some s*** just cringeworthy, it ain't even gotta be deep, I guess
Still love when you see success, everything with me is blessed
Keep makin' me dance, wavin' my hand, and it won't be no threat
I'm knowin' they call you The Boy, but where is a man? 'Cause I ain't seen him yet
Matter fact, I ain't even bleed him yet, can I bleed him? (Bet)
When I see you stand by Sexyy Red, I believe you see two bad b******
I believe you don't like women, it's real competition, you might pop a** with 'em
Let's speak on percentage, show me your splits, I'll make sure I double back with ya
You were signed to a n**** that's signed to a n**** that said he was signed to that n****
Try cease and desist on the "Like That" record?
Ho, what? You ain't like that record?
"Back To Back," I like that record
I'ma get back to that, for the record
Why would I call around tryna get dirt on n*****? Y'all think all my life is rap?
That's ho s***, I got a son to raise, but I can see you don't know nothin' 'bout that
Wakin' him up, know nothin' 'bout that
Then tell him to pray, know nothin' 'bout that
Then givin' him tools to walk through life like day by day, know nothin' 'bout that
Teachin' him morals, integrity, discipline, listen, man, you don't know nothin' 'bout that
Speakin' the truth and consider what God's considerin', you don't know nothin' 'bout that
Ain't twenty-v-one, it's one-v-twenty if I gotta smack n***** that write with you
Yeah, bring 'em out too, I'll clean 'em out too, tell BEAM that he better stay right with you
Am I battlin' ghost or AI?
n**** feelin' like Joe Hale Osteen
Funny, he was in a film called A.I
And my sixth sense tellin' me to off him
I'ma blick n***** all in they coffin
Yeah, OV-ho n***** is d*** riders
Tell 'em run to America to imitate heritage, they can't imitate this violence
What I learned is n***** don't like the West Coast, and I'm fine with it, I'll push the line with it
Pick a n**** off one at a time with it
We can be on a three-hour time difference
Don't speak on the family, crodie
It can get deep in the family, crodie
Talk about me and my family, crodie?
Someone gon' bleed in your family, crodie
I be at New Ho King eatin' fried rice with a dip sauce and a blammy, crodie
Tell me you're cheesin', fam
We can do this right now on the camera, crodie
Ayy, f*** y'all n*****, I don't trust y'all n*****
I wave one finger and thump y'all n***** like mmm
Field goal, punt y'all n*****, they punk y'all n*****, nobody never took my food
Whoever that's f*****' with him, f*** you n*****, and f*** the industry too
If you take it there, I'm takin' it further
Psst, that's something you don't wanna do

[Outro]
Ooh
We don't wanna hear you say "n****" no more
We don't wanna hear you say "n****" no more
Stop Rating 0/10
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Duration 06:24

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]]> Текстове с превод,EN (K) https://old.lyricsmelody.com/watch_video.php?v=9f916bc964e5993cc300 2026-10-02 03:02:18 Kendrick Lamar - euphoria hate, bout, wanna, nothin, shoo, crodie, family, talk, record, time, walk, lame, pray, bleed, show]]> admin admin https://old.lyricsmelody.com/watch_video.php?v=cedcaa40a195d0290586 Kendrick Lamar - HUMBLE.
[Intro]
Nobody pray for me
It been that day for me
Way (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1]
Ayy, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances
Finesse a n**** with some counterfeits, but now I'm countin’ this
Parmesan where my accountant lives, in fact, I'm downin' this
D’ussé with my boo bae, tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts
Girl, I can buy your a** the world with my paystub
Ooh, that p**** good, won't you sit it on my taste bloods?
I get way too petty once you let me do the extras
Pull up on your block, then break it down, we playin' Tetris
A.m. to the p.m., p.m. to the a.m., funk
Piss out your per diem, you just gotta hate 'em, funk
If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes, funk
If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk
My left stroke just went viral
Right stroke put lil' baby in a spiral
Soprano C, we like to keep it on a high note
It's levels to it, you and I know

[Chorus]
b****, be humble (Hold up, b****)
Sit down (Hold up, lil'— hold up, lil' b****)
Be humble (Hold up, b****)
Sit down (Hold up, sit down, lil’— sit down, lil’ b****)
Be humble (Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, lil' b****)
b****, sit down (Hold up, lil’ b****)
Be humble (Hold up, b****)
Sit down (Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up)
Be humble (Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, lil'—)
Sit down (Hold up, lil' b****)
Be humble (Hold up, b****)
Sit down (Hold up, sit down, lil'— sit down, lil’ b****)
Be humble (Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, lil' b****)
b****, sit down (Hold up, lil' b****)
Be humble (Hold up, b****)
Sit down (Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up)

[Verse 2]
Who that n**** thinkin' that he frontin' on Man-Man? (Man-Man)
Get the f*** off my stage, I'm the Sandman (Sandman)
Get the f*** off my d***, that ain't right
I make a play f****** up your whole life
I'm so f*****' sick and tired of the Photoshop
Show me somethin' natural like afro on Richard Pryor
Show me somethin' natural like a** with some stretch marks
Still'll take you down right on your mama couch in Polo socks
Ayy, this s*** way too crazy, ayy, you do not amaze me, ayy
I blew cool from AC, ayy, Obama just paged me, ayy
I don't fabricate it, ayy, most of y'all be fakin', ayy
I stay modest 'bout it, ayy, she elaborate it, ayy
This that Grey Poupon, that Evian, that TED Talk, ayy
Watch my soul speak, you let the meds talk, ayy
If I kill a n****, it won't be the alcohol, ayy
I'm the realest n**** after all

[Chorus]
b****, be humble (Hold up, b****)
Sit down (Hold up, lil'— hold up, lil' b****)
Be humble (Hold up, b****)
Sit down (Hold up, sit down, lil'— sit down, lil' b****)
Be humble (Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, lil' b****)
b****, sit down (Hold up, lil' b****)
Be humble (Hold up, b****)
Sit down (Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up)
Be humble (Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, lil'—)
Sit down (Hold up, lil' b****)
Be humble (Hold up, b****)
Sit down (Hold up, sit down, lil'— sit down, lil' b****)
Be humble (Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, lil' b****)
b****, sit down (Hold up, lil' b****)
Be humble (Hold up, b****)
Sit down (Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up) Rating 0/10
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Duration 03:04

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]]> Текстове с превод,EN (K) https://old.lyricsmelody.com/watch_video.php?v=cedcaa40a195d0290586 2026-10-02 03:01:59 Kendrick Lamar - HUMBLE. чакай, hold, humble, смирена, фънк, funk, talk, човек, пясъчния, stroke, естествено, покажи, замах, show, somethin]]> admin admin https://old.lyricsmelody.com/watch_video.php?v=619b42f9afe19e0e0e01 Kendrick Lamar - Not Like Us
[Intro]
Psst, I see dead people
(Mustard on the beat, ho)

[Verse 1]
Ayy, Mustard on the beat, ho
Deebo any rap n****, he a free throw

Nail a n**** to the cross, he walk around like Teezo
What's up with these jabroni-a** n***** tryna see Compton?
The industry can hate me, f*** 'em all and they mama
How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many options
I'm finna pass on this body, I'm John Stockton
Beat your a** and hide the Bible if God watchin'
Sometimes you gotta pop out and show n*****
Certified boogeyman, I'm the one that up the score with 'em
Walk him down, whole time, I know he got some ho in him
Pole on him, extort s***, bully Death Row on him
Say, Drake, I hear you like 'em young
You better not ever go to cell block one
To any b**** that talk to him and they in love
Just make sure you hide your lil' sister from him
They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs
And Party at the party playin' with his nose now
And Baka got a weird case, why is he around?
Certified Lover Boy? Certified pedophiles
Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, Dot, f*** 'em up
Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff
Why you trollin' like a b****? Ain't you tired?
Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A minor

[Chorus]
They not like us, they not like us, they not like us
They not like us, they not like us, they not like us

[Verse 2]
You think the Bay gon' let you disrespect Pac, n****?
I think that Oakland show gon' be your last stop, n****
Did Cole foul, I don't know why you still pretendin'
What is the owl? Bird n***** and burnt b******, go
The audience not dumb
Shape the stories how you want, hey, Drake, they're not slow
Rabbit hole is still deep, I can go further, I promise
Ain't that somethin'? B-Rad stands for b**** and you Malibu most wanted
Ain't no law, boy, you ball boy, fetch Gatorade or somethin'
Since 2009, I had this b**** jumpin'
You n*****'ll get a wedgie, be flipped over your boxers
What OVO for? The "Other Vaginal Option"? p****
n**** better straighten they posture, got famous all up in Compton
Might write this for the doctorate, tell the pop star quit hidin'
f*** a caption, want action, no accident
And I'm hands-on, he f*** around, get polished
f***** on Wayne girl while he was in jail, that's connivin'
Then get his face tatted like a b**** apologizin'
I'm glad DeRoz' came home, y'all didn't deserve him neither
From Alondra down to Central, n**** better not speak on Serena
And your homeboy need subpoena, that predator move in flocks
That name gotta be registered and placed on neighborhood watch
I lean on you n***** like another line of Wock'
Yeah, it's all eyes on me, and I'ma send it up to Pac, ayy
Put the wrong label on me, I'ma get 'em dropped, ayy
Sweet Chin Music and I won't pass the aux, ayy
How many stocks do I really have in stock? Ayy
One, two, three, four, five, plus five, ayy
Devil is a lie, he a 69 God, ayy
Freaky-a** n***** need to stay they a** inside, ayy
Roll they a** up like a fresh pack of 'za, ayy
City is back up, it's a must, we outside, ayy

[Chorus]
They not like us, they not like us, they not like us
They not like us, they not like us, they not like us

[Verse 3]
Once upon a time, all of us was in chains
Homie still doubled down callin' us some slaves
Atlanta was the Mecca, buildin' railroads and trains
Bear with me for a second, let me put y'all on game
The settlers was usin' townfolk to make 'em richer
Fast-forward, 2024, you got the same agenda
You run to Atlanta when you need a check balance
Let me break it down for you, this the real n**** challenge
You called Future when you didn't see the club (Ayy, what?)
Lil Baby helped you get your lingo up (What?)
21 gave you false street cred
Thug made you feel like you a slime in your head (Ayy, what?)
Quavo said you can be from Northside (What?)
2 Chainz say you good, but he lied
You run to Atlanta when you need a few dollars
No, you not a colleague, you a f*****' colonizer
The family matter and the truth of the matter
It was God's plan to show y'all the liar

[Bridge]
Mm
Mm-mm
He a fan, he a fan, he a fan (Mm)
He a fan, he a fan, he a
Freaky-a** n****, he a 69 God
Freaky-a** n****, he a 69 God
Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life
Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life
Freaky-a** n****, he a 69 God
Freaky-a** n****, he a 69 God
Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life
Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life
Let me hear you say, "OV-ho" (OV-ho)
Say, "OV-ho" (OV-ho)
Then step this way, step that way
Then step this way, step that way

[Outro]
Are you my friend?
Are we locked in?
Then step this way, step that way
Then step this way, step that way Rating 0/10
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Duration 05:55

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]]> Текстове с превод,EN (K) https://old.lyricsmelody.com/watch_video.php?v=619b42f9afe19e0e0e01 2026-10-02 03:01:16 Kendrick Lamar - Not Like Us стъпи, step, негър, негри, freaky, извратен, life, насам, натам, бягай, живота, beat, нагоре, show, certified]]> admin