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i should have never let them get nothing from me
These goofy niggas on the gram be flexing hundreds and twenties
But they aint got it thats big homies

of straw and
patient animals standing around.  The mother nods by the side
of the child.  Suddenly she wakes from her lightish doze, sees
them, shrieks

the club back to my place

[Verse 1: AJ McCormick]
These freak hoes been on my dick ever since I was a young nigga back in the day
Ask my nigga Mook it was

What's Free

Jay-Z

Championships

2018

Before I'm judged by 12, put a 12 on my V
Told my niggas, "I need you"
Stay up I know these times ain't true
Real life, what's free

Since a lad, I

I Have a Dream

Martin Luther King, Jr.

In Search of Freedom

1968

crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst

Hustý jak afro, nehraj na mňa to divadlo
Stáva sa zo mňa mizantrop
Ja idem na 100, vyleziem strop
V ruke gulomet, Gleb, idem offroad
Nie si ani spiter,

Dnes sa túlam pekným večerom
Smiech pouličná lampa
V jednoduchosti je krása
Ale krása tá sa ľahko stráca
A ja sa strácam v nej every day
Čo zostane

(Soundmain)
(LiqLiq, play that fye)

She left me on read for fourteen hours, she get a response in one hundred forty
That's five or six days, times

papula neudrží tie fakty
Huh
Neudržím press
Už ani gas
Nepomáha na ten stress
Stále nove ways
Aj tak obcaš heavy day
V hlave heavy veci
Nedá sa mi spať

Mám každý mesác v programe a na to som si zvykol
Neuveriteľné príbehy zostali bez opisov
No sú tu stále so mnou, hrá to z áut aj z bytov

Hej a ten rap

nééasi
Jak na stráž? Poď na pláž, more, nééasi
Prečo máš v sebe dážď a kde máš vlasy?
Eminem celý deň, čávo je klasik
Celý svet žije rap, kámo zmier sa

Tri sto šedesát pať dní v roku som baller
Kolko času tráviš pri muzike? Vravím: "All day
Čas na prijebané reči nemám vobec
Čo hovoríš, brácho,

Každá hlúpa story okolo mojej osoby
Každá vynásobí na 100 krát!
Každý z vás má v bande feláka
Ktorý sa počas party stratí, presne taký bývam ja
Potom

hundred sixty five, three hundred sixty five
365

Its been 365 days times 2 since my dawg been gone
He been gone so long
Locked in that cell wish he could

Smashing gas til’ the day I die
I think of fame
Yea, its coming
I’m making moves
To what’s above me
0 to 100 in five
Smashing gas til’ the day I die
Cause

days, plus the bullion eggs
Got Creme Anglaise with the hot fudge
That's not much
Yeah I make it every week off rhymin'
Hundred dollars on the bill,

Ballad of the Alamo [From the Batjac Production The Alamo]

Marty Robbins

Songs of the West

1993

them no quarter
Every one will be put to the sword!"

One hundred and eighty five
Holding back five thousand
Five days, six days, eight days, ten

Ballad of the Alamo [From the Alamo]

Marty Robbins

John Wayne's West: In Music and Poster Art

2009

them no quarter
Every one will be put to the sword!"

One hundred and eighty five
Holding back five thousand
Five days, six days, eight days, ten

herečka by si bola dosť cute
Ty len hľadáš prestíž a backstage cez tour
Môj milostný život bude v troskách
Máš chalana no chceš si to aj tak rozdať
Nie som

Gold

Ryan Lewis

The Heist

2012

there when you're gone
Now I'll tip over that kiosk in the mall
As the sunset falls into tomorrow

Today we're feeling like gold, five hundred thousand

'em down and bag 'em up, ran up a hundred in a day
Four in the morning, me and Buddha, all my jewelry on the haste
Lil' shawty fuck, she love to rock

We got lyrics for days we bring the sun out
Five hundred rounds go around we never run out
Finish the job then we spun out
Clear the block hear

de kam te dhyan zada
cap v khande haraam da
Par duje nu kehnde haramzada
Koi puche mera kal ki
Mainu ptani mera aj v
Sun sunke meriyan gallan nu 
Sari

Five hundred days
I've been too stuck to my ways
I've been so out of my place
Yeah, I'm a slave
Five hundred years, it's a race
Shackles and buckles