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Soulja Boy - She Make It Clap
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She Make It Clap

Soulja Boy - She Make It Clap

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Wellboy - Гуси

Die Slow (with Strick)

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Lyrics

mmmmm and i said fuck it 
guess all that shit we been through 
it jus don’t add up to nun 
remember times i bought that bank out just so i can get you something 
invested all this time and you just left with no discussion
same bitch that stabbed my back said “I won’t fold on you for nothing”
its like we made some plans and I showed up but you ain’t come
what’s the point of building bridges if they burn she up and run 
guess I’m gon count these funds
getting money my only fun 

can’t wait till I blow up just like a TNT
just tell me how you feel and what you see in me
I need my crib so big this bitch a BNB
back then when I was broke these hoes ain’t think of eem
you tryna to place the blame on me that’s not my fault
don’t judge me about my past can’t take this pain at all
you said you’ll stick around ain’t answer when I called
ain’t like me I was broke but love me when I ball
Best stay the fuck from round me
for those who want to down me
don’t get too close to people 
I had to set that boundary
I had to cut my bitch
she had my mental drowning
i’m riding with my blic
if you try me i might down em
I put that on my kids
I pulled up in a droptop 
you used to see my ribs
I kick it with this thot thot
she tryna swallow my kids
i’m riding with this choppa 
got one inside the head 
yeaaaaaa

mmmmm and i said fuck it 
guess all that shit we been through 
it jus don’t add up to nun 
remember times i bought that bank out just so i can get you something 
invested all this time and you just left with no discussion
same bitch that stabbed my back said “I won’t fold on you for nothing”
is like we made some plans and I showed up but you ain’t come
what’s the point of building bridges if they burn she up and run 
guess I’m gon Count these funds
getting money my only fun

AWKWARD FREESTYLE (PROD . EEM TRIPLIN)

Lyrics -

[Verse 1: Lil Mabu:] 
I could never snitch
That’s on my kids
I put a choppa on a blade
Put a blade on a switch
I keep my right hand spinning
Like my last name Smith
I-I-I-I don’t miss
I’m making money while I piss
Like

[Verse 2: Dusty Locane]

Double M bitch we the fever (Fever)
Dead off the muddy, go pour up a liter
Bag on his head, he a Peter (Peter)
Glock-19 and I'm naming it Tina (Tina)
One-sixty on the dash, ain’t checking the meter (The meter)
You better not miss, that switch leave him with amnesia (Ergh)

[Verse 3: Lil Mabu]
I got a plug from the P, free Snow, damn, thе cops got him
Cock one, make the block run, opps duck
Got the drop on somе funds, man, I'm finna cop some (Cop what?)
I'm finna cop that icey piece from Lyana (Grrah)

[Verse 4: Dusty Locane]
I got to keep it thorough, I ain't one of them
Y'all niggas dick ride, go get back for the nigga you call your friend
Cut that fake shit, all pretend
If I miss, I spin again
Spin again, spin again, and I might just hit his— (Shh)

[Chorus: Lil Mabu]
I could never snitch (Gang, gang, gang)
That's on my kids (Yeah)
I put a choppa on the blade, he put a blade on a switch
I keep my right hand spinnin' like my last name Smith (My last name Smith)
I don't miss, I'm making money while I piss, like

[Verse 5: Lil Mabu & Dusty Locane]
Hop out the Scat', where my shooters at? Guess they running late
All my opps probably smoking rocks so I got time to waste
Picked up my pace, 'cause I saw a shop ten feet down the block
Ain’t got a lock, so I walk into it, then I saw the boss
And he like, "Hi, how's your day?" I said, "I'm doing great"
Then I upped it at his face and I said, "Open up that case"
I took a chain, and a pendant too, depending on my mood
I need to run, but the front is shut, I only got one tool (Get out my way)
Then I saw twelve, Dusty rang my bell
He said, "What's the move?" (What's the move?)
I said, "I'm doomed"
'Cause the cops just said that if I move, they shoot
Said, "You a fool.”
(If you got the jewels then I'll be there at 2)
Now I'm pacing, and my heart is racing, don't know what to do
I'm acting cool, drippy like a pool, waiting for the goons
Then I seen 05 let off two, we starting racing with the loot 

[Bridge: Lil Mabu]
(Don't run, don't trip, gah)
(Don't run, don't trip, gah, gah)
Gang, gang, gang
(Grr, we started, grrah)
Gang, gang, gang

[Chorus: Lil Mabu & Dusty Locane]
I could never snitch (Gang, gang, gang)
That's on my kids (Yeah)
I put a choppa on the blade, he put a blade on a switch
I keep my right hand spinnin' like my last name Smith (My last name Smith)
I don't miss, I'm making money while I piss, like

[Verse 6: Dusty Locane & Lil Mabu]
How many niggas you know is ready to spin when it's time for the drama?
I'm letting off every son up in this clip, I put that shit on my momma
The homies told me, "Chill out," back on his head so he dying proper
We might've mixed it up with fentanyl, somebody go call him a doctor
Ayo Double M’s what’s the word
First nigga run up, get hit with that— 

(Mabu)
And you know I ain’t missing that 
Got a beam on my head with a fitted mask 

Pussy niggas be all for the chitta chat
I'ma run down on boy, knock his fitted cap (Yo pass that)

Cane say no to the poll, so now I'm gon' beat him down with a bat
I put an opp in a wheelchair, give me like an hour, I'm leaving him flat (Hahahaha)

I got a custom boot with your face on it—
Now he off the map (Ergh)

NO SNITCHING (with Dusty Locane)

Wellboy - Ворогів на ножі

Skofka - Чути гімн

Скрябін - Сам собі країна

Wellboy -  Стиль

Дай мені звикнути

𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐛𝐨𝐲 - Хто ти  (з альбома " 8 марабу " -  2022 )

When I die, fuck it, I wanna go to hell
Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fucking tell
It don't make sense, going to heaven with the goodie-goodies
Dressed in white, I like black Timbs and black hoodies
God'll prolly have me on some real strict shit
No sleeping all day, no getting my dick licked
Hanging with the goodie-goodies lounging in paradise
Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice
(You talking some crazy shit now, nigga)
All my life I been considered as the worst
Lying to my mother, even stealing out her purse
Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion
I know my mother wished she got a fucking abortion
She don't even love me like she did when I was younger
(Get a hold of yourself nigga)
Sucking on her chest just to stop my fucking hunger
I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes
Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies
My baby mother's eight months, her little sister's two
Who's to blame for both of them
(Naw nigga, not you)
I swear to God I want to just slit my wrists and end this bullshit
Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit
(Nigga what the fuck)
And squeeze, until the bed's completely red
(It's too late for this shit man)
I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless fucking buddha head
The stress is building up, I can't
(Yo, I'm on my way over there man)
I can't believe suicide's on my fucking mind, I wanna leave
I swear to God I feel like death is fucking calling me
Naw you wouldn't understand
(Nigga talk to me please, man)
You see it's kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack
Except when I cross over, there ain't no coming back
(Yo, I'mma call you when I get in the car)
Should I die on the train track, like Ramo in Beat Street
People at the funeral fronting like they miss me
My baby momma kissed me but she glad I'm gone
(Put your girl on the phone, nigga)
She knew me and her sister had something going on
I reach my peak, I can't speak
(Yo, you listening to me motherfucker)
Call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak
(Eyo c'mon nigga)
I'm sick of niggas lying, I'm sick of bitches hawkin'
Matter of fact, I'm sick of talking
(BANG)




Notorious B.I.G. - Suicidal  Thoughts

Музика для Мас представляє пісню Бумбокс “Люди”.

"Люди ми тільки тоді, як дуже сильно любимо. Тільки тоді, коли любимо ми, можемо зватись людьми." – це  приспів нової пісні Бумбокс. 

Вперше зіграна  під час туру  гурту по Канаді та США, пісня  розійшлась Інтернетом  у вигляді концертного бутлега, а зараз настав час офіційної прем'єри - сімнадцятого і двадцять другого грудня, з інтервалом у п'ять днів, Музика для Мас та Enjoy  Records презентують аудіо та відео на пісню "Люди".

Пісня "Люди" записана на студії "Бобіна" під керівництвом Дмитра "Боба" Хомулко. Це перша пісня Бумбокса, в якій група грає в новому складі - до знайомої всім "п'ятірки" додалися клавіші Павла Литвиненко, талановитого піаніста, який приєднався до групи близько року тому.

Кліп, головну і єдину роль в якому грає художник і дизайнер Евеліна Яцеленко, зняв режисер Денис Дужник (live-відео Бумбокс "Злива", O.Torvald "Все з початку").

"Люди" - третя пісня з майбутнього  максі-синглу, що вийде в березні 2016, до якого також увійдуть раніше опубліковані "Выход" та "Злива". Андрій Хливнюк говорить, що в пісні є щось від Антона Павловича Чехова, натякаючи, звичайно, не тільки на приспів...

“Люди” на офіційних ресурсах:
iTunes https://goo.gl/6SkQfr
Google Play https://goo.gl/HkDn0D 

Бумбокс в Інтернет:
http://www.facebook.com/boomboxfamily
http://aleks.com.ua
http://boombox.kiev.ua
https://vk.com/club200156
https://www.youtube.com/user/familyboombox

Бумбокс - Люди

fuck the police "ice cube"

Океан Ельзи - Я не здамся без бою

OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO: https://youtu.be/fE9t2IrrDlU

LYRICS:

Run around like I’m hot shit in the mosh pit,
met a goth bitch, now she’s fucking sucking on my rocket,
everyone’s the same, all you lames better stop it,
flyer than a plane and my brain is the cockpit,
heart too full, bitch, it’s nothing like my pockets,
trapped inside a heart-shaped box and I’ma lock it.

Prove ‘em wrong, who the fuck they gonna doubt now?
About to take off, where’s my motherfucking countdown?
I’ll be getting what I wanted, been rewarded,
I’ma stay in my own lane until the day I’m in a coffin,
After that I’ll stick around, the underground becoming haunted,
I’ve been loving what I got and if I got it I’ma flaunt it.

Dumb shit you’ve been buying with your cash flow,
you’d be better off fucking wiping up your asshole.
Going dummy with your money, ain’t shit funny,
there are people in the world, they’re fucking dying, going hungry,
you could spare a couple dollars till their tummies looking chubby,
I’ll be giving fucking lectures like professors acting nutty.

Run around like I’m hot shit in the mosh pit,
met a goth bitch, now she’s fucking sucking on my rocket,
everyone’s the same, all you lames better stop it,
flyer than a plane and my brain is the cockpit,
heart too full, bitch, it’s nothing like my pockets,
trapped inside a heart-shaped box and I’ma lock it.

I’ma rock it, I’ma rock it, come alive in the sky like a rocket.
I’ma rock it, I’ma rock it, I’ll be flying to Orion like a rocket.
I’ma rock it, I’ma rock it, come alive in the sky, I’m a rocket.

ROCKET (prod. bearded legend) [OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO OUT NOW]

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