O clipe vai ser postado no canal principal do Maicon nos próximos dias, tá aí o áudio antecipado. / Edit: Já foi lançado

Letra: (tá sendo editada, ainda não deu pra entender algumas palavras)
[?] = Inaudível, quem conseguir ajudar com a letra, pode deixar o que ouviu nos comentários / Edit: Letra atualizada

[𝐋𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚 𝐝𝐞 "𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐞" 𝐜𝐨𝐦 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚𝐬 𝐇𝐲𝐩𝐞, 𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐡𝐚 & 𝐋𝐢𝐥' 𝐋𝐢𝐱𝐨]

[Refrão: Loren Tralha]
É tropa do K, santa trinda'
Pode vim Deus, pode vim tu'
Tamo' de AK, pode falar
Que a tropa do K matou mais um
Eu sou bandido, Lucas é bandido
Fazendo grana com lança míssil
Lorenzo tá com armamento sírio
Toca na gente nós vira assassin'
É tropa do K, santa trinda'
Pode vim Deus, pode vim tu'
Tamo' de AK, pode falar
Que a tropa do K matou mais um
Eu sou bandido, Lucas é bandido
Fazendo grana com lança míssil
Lorenzo tá com armamento sírio
Toca na gente nós vira assassin'

[Verso 1: Loren Tralha]
É tropa do caos
Velha cidade, cuidado com a noite que o Lorenzo tá
Com sangue no olho, na pura maldade
É na ponta do prédio, engatilhando AK
Filho da puta que pensa que é muito
Bandido no meu condomínio me tira de frente
Na troca de soco, só no mano a mano
Sem arma de fogo, ele nunca quer tá
Bater de frente nunca vem ninguém
Nós tá com uma AK no estilo Hussein
Que faz ra-ta-ta, que mata quem vem
O dono da boca de nome é Loren
A tropa tá forte vivendo no topo
Küsterverso insano, ganhando dinheiro
Lil' Lixo voltando mais louco que nunca
Enquanto eles que falam não peita minha gangue

[Verso 2: Lil' Lixo]
Se o Lil' Lixo te pega, te espanca, é tortura
Melhor ficar longe e nem anda na rua
Que eu tô muito louco fumando Marlboro
Granada no bolso, Katana e Yakuza
Tô puto, bateu, uma troca de frente
Vivo de repente e você perguntando
Como é que isso pode? Então fica na tua
Que eu tô no suporte e só tô começando
Agora isso é guerra, isso é troca de tiro
Melhor correr e não mexer comigo
Filha da puta não sabe o que é isso
Santa trindade, tropa do Lil' Lixo
Foda-se o hype, eu crio isso
Foda-se os haters, não tô mais no abismo
Fazer dinheiro, único compromisso
Peça na cintura, Lil' Lixo é perigo

[Ponte: Lil' Lixo]
Küsterverso, Küsterverso
Domina tudo, seu novo vício
Küsterverso, Küsterverso
Se alastra por tudo, chame de vírus
Küsterverso, Küsterverso, Küsterverso, Küsterverso
Küsterverso, Küsterverso, se alastra por tudo, chame de vírus

[Refrão: Loren Tralha]
É tropa do K, santa trinda'
Pode vim Deus, pode vim tu'
Tamo' de AK, pode falar
Que a tropa do K matou mais um
Eu sou bandido, Lucas é bandido
Fazendo grana com lança míssil
Lorenzo tá com armamento sírio
Toca na gente nós vira assassin'

[Verso 3: Lucas Hype]
Lucas Donatello
Pique artista, trap é tela
De Cyclone, de Margiela
Esses rapper 'tão na reta
Fazer money é minha meta
Quem critica são quem?
Na minha gangue 'cê não rela
Pra minha bih' dei Balmain
'Cê falou, mas não faz
Faço três, faço mais
Tô com Loren, tamo na vibe
Tô com Lil' Lixo, tamo na nave
Com Elon Musk, weed no pipe
'Cê é fake, não tem sauce
Molho no drip, Lucas Hype
Nós é king, 'cê é false

[Refrão: Loren Tralha]
É tropa do K, santa trinda'
Pode vim Deus, pode vim tu'
Tamo' de AK, pode falar
Que a tropa do K matou mais um
Eu sou bandido, Lucas é bandido
Fazendo grana com lança míssil
Lorenzo tá com armamento sírio
Toca na gente nós vira assassin'
É tropa do K, santa trinda'
Pode vim Deus, pode vim tu'
Tamo' de AK, pode falar
Que a tropa do K matou mais um
Eu sou bandido, Lucas é bandido
Fazendo grana com lança míssil
Lorenzo tá com armamento sírio
Toca na gente nós vira assassin'

Lucas Hype - Trindade (feat. Lil' Lixo & Loren Tralha) [Áudio Original]

Clipe da Música Original: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7AxHWOLdfio

[𝐋𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚 𝐝𝐞 "𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐞" 𝐜𝐨𝐦 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚𝐬 𝐇𝐲𝐩𝐞, 𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐡𝐚 𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐥' 𝐋𝐢𝐱𝐨]:

[Intro]
Yeah, uh

[Refrão: Loren Tralha]
É tropa do K, santa trinda'
Pode vim Deus, pode vim tu'
Tamo' de AK, pode falar
Que a tropa do K matou mais um
Eu sou bandido, Lucas é bandido
Fazendo grana com lança míssil
Lorenzo tá com armamento sírio
Toca na gente nós vira assassin'
É tropa do K, santa trinda'
Pode vim Deus, pode vim tu'
Tamo' de AK, pode falar
Que a tropa do K matou mais um
Eu sou bandido, Lucas é bandido
Fazendo grana com lança míssil
Lorenzo tá com armamento sírio
Toca na gente nós vira assassin'

[Verso 1: Loren Tralha]
É tropa do K
Os reis da cidade, cuidado com a noite que o Lorenzo tá
Com sangue no olho, na pura maldade
É na ponta do prédio, engatilhando AK
Filho da puta que pensa que é muito
Bandido no meu condomínio me tira de frente
Na troca de soco, só no mano a mano
Sem arma de fogo, ele nunca quer tá
Bater de frente nunca vem ninguém
Nós tá com uma AK no estilo Hussein
Que faz ra-ta-ta, que mata quem vem
O dono da boca de nome Loren
A tropa tá forte vivendo no topo
Küsterverso insano, ganhando dinheiro
Lil' Lixo voltando mais louco que nunca (Yah)
Enquanto eles que falam não peita minha gangue

[Verso 2: Lil' Lixo]
Se o Lil' Lixo te pega, te espanca, é tortura
Melhor ficar longe e nem anda na rua
Que eu tô muito louco fumando Marlboro
Granada no bolso, Katana e Yakuza
Tô pronto pra ter uma troca de frente
Vivo de repente e você perguntando
Como é que isso pode? Então fica na tua
Que eu tô no suporte e só tô começando
Agora isso é guerra, isso é troca de tiro
Melhor correr e não mexer comigo
Filha da puta não sabe o que é isso
Santa trindade, tropa do Lil' Lixo
Foda-se o hype, eu crio isso
Foda-se os haters, não tô mais no abismo
Fazer dinheiro, único compromisso
Peça na cintura, Lil' Lixo é perigo

[Ponte: Lil' Lixo]
Küsterverso, Küsterverso
Domina tudo, seu novo vício
Küsterverso, Küsterverso
Se alastra por tudo, chame de vírus
Küsterverso, Küsterverso, Küsterverso, Küsterverso
Küsterverso, Küsterverso, se alastra por tudo, chame de vírus

[Refrão: Loren Tralha]
É tropa do K, santa trinda'
Pode vim Deus, pode vim tu'
Tamo' de AK, pode falar
Que a tropa do K matou mais um
Eu sou bandido, Lucas é bandido
Fazendo grana com lança míssil
Lorenzo tá com armamento sírio
Toca na gente nós vira assassin'

[Interlúdio: Lucas Hype]
Yeah, yeah, Luca' Hy'

[Verso 3: Lucas Hype]
Lucas Donatello
Pique artista, trap é tela
De Cyclone, de Margiela
Esses rapper 'tão na reta
Fazer money é minha meta
Quem critica são quem?
Na minha gangue 'cê não rela
Pra minha bih' dei Balmain
'Cê falou, mas não faz
Faço três, faço mais
Tô com Loren (Yeah), tamo na vibe (Yeah)
Tô com Lil' Lixo (Yeah, yeah, yeah), tamo na nave
Com Elon Musk, weed no pipe
'Cê é fake, não tem sauce (Tem sauce)
Molho no drip (Drip), Lucas Hype
Nós é king, 'cê é false

[Refrão: Loren Tralha & 𝘓𝘶𝘤𝘢𝘴 𝘏𝘺𝘱𝘦]
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
É tropa do K, santa trinda'
Pode vim Deus, pode vim tu'
Tamo' de AK, pode falar
Que a tropa do K matou mais um
Eu sou bandido, Lucas é bandido
Fazendo grana com lança míssil
Lorenzo tá com armamento sírio
Toca na gente nós vira assassin'
É 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘢 𝘥𝘰 𝘒, 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘢'
𝘗𝘰𝘥𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘮 𝘋𝘦𝘶𝘴, 𝘱𝘰𝘥𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘶'
𝘛𝘢𝘮𝘰' 𝘥𝘦 𝘈𝘒, 𝘱𝘰𝘥𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘳
𝘘𝘶𝘦 𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘢 𝘥𝘰 𝘒 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘴 𝘶𝘮
𝘌𝘶 𝘴𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘰, 𝘓𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘯 é 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘰
𝘍𝘢𝘻𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘮 𝘭𝘢𝘯ç𝘢 𝘮í𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘭
𝘓𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘰 𝘵á 𝘤𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘴í𝘳𝘪𝘰
𝘛𝘰𝘤𝘢 𝘯𝘢 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘯ó𝘴 𝘷𝘪𝘳𝘢 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘰 (𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘩, 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘩)

Lucas Hype, Lil' Lixo & Loren Tralha - Trindade (Cover)

obs: i'm brazilian, and don't speak fluent american so it may not be correct all 100% in the pronunciations of the words
𝑳𝒚𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒔:
[Verse 1]
I caught it bad just today
You hit me with a call to your place
Ain't been out in a while anyway
Was hopin' I could catch you throwin' smiles in my face
Romantic talkin'? You don't even have to try
You're cute enough to fuck with me tonight
Lookin' at the table, all I see is weed and white
Baby, you livin' the life, but nigga, you ain't livin' right

[Pre-Chorus]
Cocaine and drinkin' with your friends
You live in the dark, boy, I cannot pretend
I'm not fazed, only here to sin
If Eve ain't in your garden, you know that you can

[Chorus]
Call me when you want, call me when you need
Call me in the morning, I'll be on the way
Call me when you want, call me when you need
Call me out by your name, I'll be on the way like

[Post-Chorus]
Mmm, mmm, mmm, oh, oh, oh
Mmm (Yeah), mmm (Yeah), mmm

[Verse 2]
Ayy, ayy
I wanna sell what you're buyin'
I wanna feel on your ass in Hawaii
I want that jet lag from fuckin' and flyin'
Shoot a child in your mouth while I'm ridin'
Oh, oh, oh, why me?
A sign of the times every time that I speak
A dime and a nine, it was mine every week
What a time, an incline, God was shinin' on me
Now I can't leave
And now I'm actin' hella elite
Never want the niggas that's in my league
I wanna fuck the ones I envy, I envy

[Pre-Chorus]
Cocaine and drinkin' with your friends
You live in the dark, boy, I cannot pretend
I'm not fazed, only here to sin
If Eve ain't in your garden, you know that you can

[Chorus]
Call me when you want, call me when you need
Call me in the morning, I'll be on the way
Call me when you want, call me when you need
Call me out by your name, I'll be on the way like

[Post-Chorus]
Oh, call me by your name (Mmm, mmm, mmm)
Tell me you love me in private
Call me by your name (Mmm, mmm, mmm)
I do not care if you lyin'

[Outro]
(𝘔𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨)
Ooh

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Lil Nas X - MONTERO (Call Me By Your Name) [Cover]

Lyrics:
[Intro: Lil Nas X]
(𝘋-𝘋-𝘋𝘢𝘺𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘱 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘯, 𝘩𝘦𝘺)
Baby back, ayy, couple racks, ayy
Couple Grammys on him, couple plaques, ayy
That's a fact, ayy, throw it back, ayy
Throw it back, ayy

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Nas X]
And this one is for the champions (Woo, woo)
I ain't lost since I've began, yeah (Woo, woo)
Funny how you said it was the end, yeah (Woo, woo)
Then I went did it again, yeah (Woo, woo)

[Chorus: Lil Nas X]
I told you long ago on the road
I got what they waiting for
I don't run from nothing, dog
Get your soldiers, tell 'em I ain't layin' low
You was never really rooting for me anyway
When I'm back up at the top, I wanna hear you say
He don't run from nothin', dog
Get your soldiers, tell 'em that the break is over

[Verse 1: Lil Nas X]
Uh, need to, uh
Need to get this album done
Need a couple number ones
Need a plaque on every song
Need me like one with Nicki now
Tell a rap nigga I don't see ya, hah
I'm a pop nigga like Bieber, hah
I don't fuck bitches, I'm queer, hah
But these niggas bitches like Madea, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy (Yeah)
Oh, let's do it
I ain't fall off, I just ain't release my new shit
I blew up, now everybody tryna sue me
You call me Nas, but the hood call me Doobie, yeah

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Nas X]
And this one is for the champions (Woo, woo)
I ain't lost since I've began, yeah (Woo, woo)
Funny how you said it was the end, yeah (Woo, woo)
Then I went did it again, yeah (Woo, woo)

[Chorus: Lil Nas X]
I told you long ago on the road
I got what they waiting for (I got what they waiting for, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I don't run from nothing, dog
Get your soldiers, tell 'em I ain't layin' low (Bitch, I ain't runnin' from nowhere)
You was never really rooting for me anyway (Ooh, ooh)
When I'm back up at the top, I wanna hear you say (Ooh, ooh)
He don't run from nothin', dog
Get your soldiers, tell 'em that the break is over (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Jack Harlow]
My track record so clean, they couldn't wait to just bash me
I must be gettin' too flashy, y'all shouldn't have let the world gas me (Woo)
It's too late 'cause I'm here to stay and these girls know that I'm nasty (Mmm)
I sent her back to her boyfriend with my handprint on her ass cheek
City talkin', we takin' notes
Tell 'em all to keep makin' posts
Wish he could, but he can't get close
OG so proud of me that he chokin' up while he makin' toasts
I'm the type that you can't control, said I would, then I made it so
I don't clear up rumors (Ayy), where's y'all sense of humor? (Ayy)
I'm done makin' jokes 'cause they got old like baby boomers
Turned my haters to consumers, I make vets feel like they juniors (Juniors)
Say your time is comin' soon, but just like Oklahoma (Mmm)
Mine is comin' sooner (Mmm), I'm just a late bloomer (Mmm)
I didn't peak in high school, I'm still out here gettin' cuter (Woo)
All these social networks and computers
Got these pussies walkin' 'round like they ain't losers

[Chorus: Lil Nas X]
I told you long ago on the road
I got what they waiting for (I got what they waiting for, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I don't run from nothing, dog
Get your soldiers, tell 'em I ain't layin' low (Bitch, I ain't runnin' from nowhere)
You was never really rooting for me anyway (Ooh, ooh)
When I'm back up at the top, I wanna hear you say (Ooh, ooh)
He don't run from nothin', dog
Get your soldiers, tell 'em that the break is over

[Outro: Lil Nas X]
Yeah
I'm the industry baby, mmm
I'm the industry baby
Yeah

Lil Nas X ft. Jack Harlow - INDUSTRY BABY (Lil Nas X's Part Cover)

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i'm gone, peace ✌️
lyrics if u want: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1ThkSJWmwIU9y-UEynVCRz-UYyuQ5YJxYGDWG_5guDsY/edit?usp=sharing
(ps: i'm brazilian)

𝘛𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴'𝘴 𝘛𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘴:
0:00 - 2:22 - THATS WHAT I WANT
2:25 - 6:05 - DEAD RIGHT NOW
6:05 - 8:31 - TALES OF DOMINICA

Lil Nas X - THATS WHAT I WANT, DEAD RIGHT NOW, TALES OF DOMINICA (Covers - MONTERO Album)

Lyrics: https://genius.com/Doja-cat-i-dont-do-drugs-lyrics

Doja Cat ft. Ariana Grande - I Dont Do Drugs (Cover)

Lyrics:
[Intro: Vory]
No child left behind
No child left behind
No child left behind
No child left behind
No child left behind

[Verse: Vory]
Back again, I used my back against the wall
Never called on y'all, never count on y'all
I'll always count on God
Back again, I used my back against the wall
Never called on y'all, never count on y'all
I'll always count on God

[Chorus: Kanye West]
He's done miracles on me
He's done miracles on me
He's done miracles on me
He's done miracles on me
He's done miracles on me
He's done miracles on me

Kanye West - No Child Left Behind (Cover)

a tribute cover | Rest In Peace PnB Rock
Lyrics:
[Intro: PnB Rock]
Oh yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: PnB Rock]
All these horses in my car got me going fast
I just wanna do the dash, put my pedal to the gas (skrr, skrr)
Going so fast, hope I don't crash (skrr, skrr)
One false move, that could be my last (yeah)
All these horses in my car got me going fast
I just wanna do the dash, put my pedal to the gas (skrr, skrr)
Going so fast, hope I don't crash (skrr, skrr)
One false move, that could be my last (yeah)

[Verse 1: PnB Rock]
I just pulled up in the Benz
It was just me and my mans
Fishbowl, no tint
Scooping your hoe and her friends
Won't take that bitch to the movies
Ain't got no love for the groupies
Seat back while she do me
She get wetter than Jacuzzis
She on go like a green light
She get ran through like a red light
If the head right, then the bread right
Shawty know I be there every night
Rollin', rollin', whip A1 like steak sauce
Zero to sixty, I take off
Can't see me, looking like Ray Charles

[Bridge: PnB Rock]
They tell me slow down, I'm goin' too fast
Young nigga, I just wanna do the dash
I'm so reckless, hope I don't crash
'Cause I'm ballin', like the whip stolen (yeah)

[Chorus: PnB Rock]
All these horses in my car got me going fast
I just wanna do the dash, put my pedal to the gas (skrr, skrr)
Going so fast, hope I don't crash (skrr, skrr)
One false move, that could be my last (yeah)
All these horses in my car got me going fast
I just wanna do the dash, put my pedal to the gas (skrr, skrr)
Going so fast, hope I don't crash (skrr, skrr)
One false move, that could be my last (yeah)

[Verse 2: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
All big bankrolls, I got no hoes
I just left my girlfriend, I'm in love with the Ghost now
She's full of emotions and now she's my old bitch
'Cause my 'Rari knows how to ride, when it goes down
And my watch on froze, watch it glow, when the lights out
If it's hot or cold, we gon' still bring the bikes out
I jump out a Rolls-Royce and I hop in a Lamb' now
When I push the button, they like, "What the fuck is that sound?"
Damn, I'm the man now
Only pulled up in this whip, so I could stand out
Bought a icy ring and told 'em it's no handouts
Started up a label, 'bout to make a band now

[Chorus: PnB Rock]
All these horses in my car got me going fast
I just wanna do the dash, put my pedal to the gas (skrr, skrr)
Going so fast, hope I don't crash (skrr, skrr)
One false move, that could be my last (yeah)
All these horses in my car got me going fast
I just wanna do the dash, put my pedal to the gas
Going so fast, hope I don't crash
One false move, that could be my last

[Verse 3: Kodak Black]
I'm looking at you haters through my rear view mirror
I'm sliding in some shit you see in Fast & Furious
I'm switching lanes on 'em, but I don't got no gears
Shawty say she wanna ride, but she don't know how to steer
They paid me for a show, but I didn't even appear
They say, "Kodak Black, you drive like he ain't got no fear"
They say, "Kodak Black, you act like you ain't got no care"
I say my car got a horse like I'm in a marriage
Pull up in a 'Rari, I, jump out with your shawty
Driving like a crash dummy, speeding to that cash money
Money all in my head, if I wreck I'm dead
Shit, I'm driving, that no cracker wouldn't even get behind

[Chorus: PnB Rock]
All these horses in my car got me going fast
I just wanna do the dash, put my pedal to the gas (skrr, skrr)
Going so fast, hope I don't crash (skrr, skrr)
One false move, that could be my last (yeah)
All these horses in my car got me going fast
I just wanna do the dash, put my pedal to the gas (skrr, skrr)
Going so fast, hope I don't crash (skrr, skrr)
One false move, that could be my last (yeah)

PnB Rock - Horses Ft. A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie, Kodak Black (Cover)

Letra:
[Intro]
Yeah

[Refrão]
A minha shoulder brilha, Louis V, menina linda
Tá louca com a minha quadrilha, sua boca dropando pílula
Joga, te convencer, nesse assunto eu vou pensar
Quando que 'cê vai descer, pra eu poder te apreciar, uh
A minha shoulder brilha, Louis V, menina linda
Tá louca com a minha quadrilha, sua boca dropando pílula
Joga, te convencer, nesse assunto eu vou pensar
Quando que 'cê vai descer, pra eu poder te apreciar

[Verso]
Tirei sua roupa, 'cê sabe o que eu vou fazer
Passou minha língua pelo seu corpo e 'cê gostou de ver
Hotel mais caro que eu tirei sem me mostrar
Tira tudo e vem mostrar, motivo de eu te provocar
Se eu subo drink não finge, não me diga que "nada"
Joga a bunda no pique, eles finge que fraga, oh-oh
Virou de lado, empinou o rabo
Me deixou marcado, marcas e marcas de unha
Eu tô com saudade sua, pode me xingar à vontade
Que a razão é toda sua, tive que me equilibrar
Pra lidar com tudo isso com o peso e com o medo
De nunca ser amado de verdade em segredo
Mas hoje eu sei, olhei nos seus olhos, agora sim identifiquei
Comprei essa loja toda que já me expulsaram uma vez
Tinha um paco parcelado, tô te vendo rebolando
Clima têga tá agradável, vou fazer você descer
Pode me confessar, tenho medo de perder
A sua vontade de me dar, só nós dois entende
O que se passa aqui, se ela fala que vai embora, eu falo "Volta aqui"

[Pré-Refrão]
Deixa seu cheiro comigo, de repente tô louco
Diz que minha sombra não sigo, também sigo dos outros
Sei que adora perigo, mas te protejo do dobro
Posso tá lombrado, ela me beija, eu tô novo
Deixa seu cheiro comigo, bem, de repente tô louco
Sei que sua sombra não sigo, também não sigo dos outros
Sei que 'cê adora perigo, mas te protejo do dobro
Posso tá todo lombrado, se ela me beija, tô novo (Uh)

[Refrão]
A minha shoulder brilha, Louis V, menina linda
Tá louca com a minha quadrilha, sua boca dropando pílula
Joga, te convencer, nesse assunto eu vou pensar
Quando que 'cê vai descer, pra eu poder te apreciar, uh
A minha shoulder brilha, Louis V, menina linda
Tá louca com a minha quadrilha, sua boca dropando pílula
Joga, te convencer, nesse assunto eu vou pensar
Quando que 'cê vai descer, pra eu poder te apreciar

Sidoka - Louis V, Menina Linda (Cover)

Lyrics:
[Intro]
One more—

[Verse 1: Drake]
I been blowin' through the money like it grow on trees
I been fuckin' on a French bitch, c'est la vie
I just put 'em on a jet, now they all Italian
Way I'm dressin' 'til I been to a thousand islands
This bitch lie 'bout gettin' shots, but she still a stallion
She don't even get the joke, but she still smilin'
Every night late night like I'm Jimmy Fallon
Crod' shoot from anywhere like he Ray Allen
Crodie, turn me up
Crodie, turn me up
Crodie, turn me up
Got a fur on in Tampa, got me burnin' up
Shorty say she graduated, she ain't learn enough
Play your album, track one, 'kay, I heard enough
Girl, the driver downstairs, better hurry up
Savage got a new stick he wanna dirty up
Touch down in NY, tear the Mercer up
Ayy, Bottega shades with the grey tints
Introduce me to a nigga, yeah, it make sense
Gotta put her on the team, got a great Benz
Linking with the opps, bitch, I did that shit for J Prince
Bitch, I did it for the mob ties
Feel like seventeen, two Percs, frog eyes
And I never been the one to go apologize
Me, I'd rather hit 'em up one more time
Ayy, known a girl for six months, dinner up at my place
But I got these diamonds on my neck, so it's a blind date
All my niggas on the roads raising up the crime rate
Your name not ringin' out here, it's on vibrate
And she took a score, now shorty gotta hydrate
And he did some dirt, now my crodie gotta migrate
Prolly won't see him for some years, when I do, though
Turn me up
Crodie, turn me up
Crodie, turn me up
Ayy, crodie, turn me
Ayy, yeah, what? Crodie, turn me, what?

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
(21) In a droptop Benz like it's '03
(21) Had the shooters aim down from the nosebleeds
(21) Gotta get this passport, keep my nose clean
Bitch tried to burn me up
Keep a Magnum tucked (Yeah)
I'll never slip (Never)
SF90 rims red like a poker chip (Pussy)
Rich as hell, still hood, in the stroker's ville (Pussy)
Pink slip in the glove for the ownership (21)
Limpin' with the .30 on like a broke hip (21)
Red flag giving blood on some donor shit (On God)
All the opps get a bullet on some Oprah shit
Went from Angell Town Estate to a big estate
Prolly woulda had a zombie on me if I woulda stayed (21)
Still a caught a case if I woulda stayed (Facts)
I been thuggin' all my life, that's just how I play it (Facts)
Still posted in the A where niggas feel me
Still gotta see the Gunners win Premier League (21)
Still gotta keep a gun that's always near me
And I'm down to hit 'em up

[Chorus: Drake]
One more time
Hit my line, you know that head was great
Oh, yeah, alright, don't do romancing
One more time, you gotta run the face
Oh, yeah, alright
One more time

[Outro]
One more—
One more—
One more time

Drake & 21 Savage - Circo Loco (Drake's Part Cover)

Letra de "Going Home" com Yun Li & The Merk:

[Chorus: Yun Li]
Don't you miss me now?
Dropped out, still graduated, shit
My life like that, I'm feelin' down
I'm goin' home
Don't you miss me now?
Dropped out, still graduated, shit
My life like that, I'm feelin' down
I'm goin' home

[Verse 1: Yun Li]
Seis meses, só mais seis meses
Só mais duas aulas, serei como eles
Vou ganhar diploma, graduado e toma
Que idioma é esse, mas não chega em Roma
E eu pareço eles, mas não sigo eles
Tenho exemplos tristes com um papel igual esse
E os meus parentеs só querem que еu fique
Faculdade é bênção, but I wanna make it big
Fui pra um trabalho onde ouvi pra caralho
Meu chefe era brabo, I just wanna go
Tentei meus lado' de artista frustrado
Vendia desenho que ninguém comprou
Esse é meu POV desde '09
Eu com microfone, ninguém me escutou
Explica essa, Freud, como é que isso pode?
Eu trabalhando com Polaroid no bolso
Então que se foda, cheguei pro meu chefe
Só peguei meu cash, bem leve, me fui
Vendo uma chance de poder ser grande
Não perdi meu tempo, já corri pra luz
Desde pequeno vivia na média
Chegava da escola fazendo furdúncio
Logo falava: "Rodou toda a sala"
Minha mãe me dizia: "'Cê não é todo mundo"

[Chorus: Yun Li]
Don't you miss me now?
Dropped out, still graduated, shit
Don't wait for me, I ain't comin' down
I'm goin' home, home
Don't you miss me now?
Dropped out, still graduated, shit
Don't wait for me, I ain't comin' down
I'm goin' home

[Verse 2: The Merk]
Detaching from materialistic
Objects to remain artistic
Pray to God, I make it far, uh
While I'm driving with this stick shift
Washin' dishes, waitin' tables
Swear to God I'm tired of this shit
People fussing for an order
Throwin' tantrums for a soda
Margaritas 'til they throw up
Really wish I didn't show up
All these Karens wanna shoot 'em
Or at least Batista bomb 'em
I can feel my anger brewing
Sometimes I just wanna scream
Quit this job, I wanna leave
Wanna see a better seen
Rappers waitin' for a co-sign, oh my
That's like beggin' on the roadside, not
I will get it on my own, I don't lie
Made from the bottom, gotta get my dollars
Used to work a nine to five
And all night, prayin' for a change
And a spotlight, ice up on my neck
Now it's so bright, it's so bright
I don't give a fuck what a ho say
Pull up in Impalas, drinkin' rosé
Not too long ago, I worked at Subway
Prayed to God, I made it some way
I wanted fame, and hoes from runways
I'm livin' lavish, Monday to Sunday
Ain't going back to workin' all day
Ain't going back to workin' all day

[Chorus: Yun Li]
Don't you miss me now?
Dropped out, still graduated, shit
Don't wait for me, I ain't comin' down
I'm goin' home
Don't you miss me now?
Dropped out, still graduated, shit
Don't wait for me, I ain't comin' down
I'm goin' home, home

YUNG LIXO - Going Home ft. The Merk (Cover)

[Letra de "Tadalafila" com Barões da Pisadinha & Alanzim Coreano]

[Verso]
Eu conheci Mariazinha, ela é toda safadinha
Ela encostou na minha quando eu cheguei no forró
Ela tem uma faminha e aguenta a lapadinha
Coitada dessa bichinha, hoje eu não vou ter dó

[Interlúdio]
Ai, Barão, mete a noite toda, vai!

[Refrão]
Sabe qual é o segredo pra aguentar a noite todinha?
Tadalafila, tadalafila
Só assim pra apagar o fogaréu dessa novinha
Tadalafila, tadalafila
Só assim pra apagar o fogaréu dessa novinha
Sabe qual é o segredo pra aguentar a noite todinha?
Tadalafila, tadalafila
Só assim pra apagar o fogaréu dessa novinha
Tadalafila, tadalafila
Só assim pra apagar o fogaréu dessa novinha

[Verso]
Conheci Mariazinha, ela é toda safadinha
Ela encostou na minha quando eu cheguei no forró
Ela tem uma faminha que aguenta a lapadinha
Coitada dessa bichinha, hoje eu não vou ter dó

[Interlúdio]
Ai, Barão, mete a noite toda, vai!

[Refrão]
Sabe qual é o segredo pra aguentar a noite todinha?
Tadalafila, tadalafila
Só assim pra apagar o fogaréu dessa novinha
Tadalafila, tadalafila
Só assim pra apagar o fogaréu dessa novinha
Sabe qual é o segredo pra aguentar a noite todinha?
Tadalafila, tadalafila
Só assim pra apagar o fogaréu dessa novinha
Tadalafila, tadalafila
Só assim pra apagar o fogaréu dessa novinha

[Saída]
Alanzim Coreano, Alanzim Coreano
E Barões da Pisadinha

Os Barões da Pisadinha ft. Alanzim Coreano - Tadalafila (Cover)

𝔏𝔶𝔯𝔦𝔠𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔇𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔑𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 (𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔅𝔞𝔯𝔟𝔦𝔢 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔄𝔩𝔟𝔲𝔪) 𝔟𝔶 𝔇𝔲𝔞 𝔏𝔦𝔭𝔞:

[Verse 1]
Baby, you can find me under the lights
Diamonds under my eyes
Turn the rhythm up, don't you wanna just
Come along for the ride?
Ooh, my outfit so tight
You can see my heartbeat tonight
I can take the heat, baby, best believe
That's the moment I shine

[Refrain]
'Cause every romance shakes and it bends
Don't give a damn
When the night's here, I don't do tears
Baby, no chance

[Pre-Chorus]
I could dance, I could dance, I could dance

[Chorus]
Watch me dance, dance the night away
My hеart could be burnin', but you won't see it on my face
Watch me dancе, dance the night away (Uh-huh)
I'll still keep the party runnin', not one hair out of place

[Verse 2]
Lately, I been movin' close to the edge
Still be lookin' my best
I stay on the beat, you can count on me
I ain't missin' no steps

[Refrain]
'Cause every romance shakes and it bends
Don't give a damn
When the night's here, I don't do tears
Baby, no chance

[Pre-Chorus]
I could dance, I could dance, I could dance

[Chorus]
Watch me dance, dance the night away
My heart could be burnin', but you won't see it on my face
Watch me dance, dance the night away (Uh-huh)
I'll still keep the party runnin', not one hair out of place

[Post-Chorus]
When my heart breaks (They never see it, never see it)
When my world shakes (I feel alive, I feel alive)
I don't play safe (Ooh), don't you know about me? (Uh-huh)
I could dance, I could dance, I could dance

[Bridge]
Even when the tears are flowin', they're diamonds on my face
I'll still keep the party goin', not one hair out of place (Yes, I can)
Even when the tears are flowin', they're diamonds on my face (Yes, I can, yes, I can)
I'll still keep the party goin', not one hair out of place

[Chorus]
Watch me dance, dance the night away (Uh-huh)
My heart could be burnin', but you won't see it on my face
Watch me dance (Dance), dance the night away (Uh-huh)
I still keep the party runnin', not one hair out of place

[Post-Chorus]
When my heart breaks (They never see it, never see it)
When my world shakes (I feel alive, I feel alive)
I don't play safe, don't you know about me? (Uh-huh)
I could dance, I could dance, I could dance

[Outro]
Dance the night

Dua Lipa - Dance The Night (Cover) [From Barbie The Album]

Letra:
[Refrão]
Malvadona, safada
Quer crime, eu sou karma
Metida, assanhada, uh
Só haxe do bom
Luxúria né, praga, de Balenciaga
De costas me encara, ah, ah, ah, ah
Tua vizinha pelada eu sou
Na BMW borrando o batom
Tua vizinha pelada eu sou, oh (Fé em Deus)

[Verso]
Sonhei com campos de morango
Tu provando da fruta enquanto eu tava me excitando
Acordei, tu tava me chamando
Eu tava de ladinho e tu ia colocando
Sou vagabunda na tua ca-

Lil' Lixo - Campos De Morango (Luísa Sonza Cover Estilo Trap)

Lyrics:
[Verse 1]
I walked in the party, no friends on my arm
You got my attention like a fire alarm
I don't want to lose ya, I don't want to lose ya
I'm just lookin' through ya, you see my Medusa

[Pre-Chorus]
Money, money, money
Money, money, money
I just can't look away from it, I want it, want it, want it
When you try to leave
I got you paralyzed, fall for it every time

[Chorus]
You got me screamin' at the top of my lungs
I must be dreamin', I can't get enough
You got me trippin' off that look in your eyes
What'd you do to me? I'm a sucker for green

[Verse 2]
Some's callin' it a sick obsession
Nothin' wrong with bein' rich and blessed
And I just want a few yachts and mansions right now (Right now, uh)
Birkin bags and big diamonds, droppin' racks on my island
Got a touch like I'm Midas
Touch it, touch it, love it, love it

[Refrain]
Ooh, it's the way you keep lookin' at me
Ah, I can stand the heat of a million degrees (Fuego, oh)

[Pre-Chorus]
Money, money, money
Money, money, money
I just can't look away from it, I want it, want it, want it

[Chorus]
You got me screamin' at the top of my lungs
I must be dreamin', I can't get enough
You got me trippin' off that look in your eyes
What'd you do to me? I'm a sucker for green
Forgot to mention, you stay in my head
You're my obsession, can't get out of bed
You got me trippin' off that look in your eyes
What'd you do to me? I'm a sucker for green

[Bridge]
What would I do without ya? (Money)
We got a lil' thang (Illuminati)
'Cause all I want is your dollar sign (Cash, cash)
Got me spendin' it all the time (Fast, fast)
What would I do without ya? (Money)
We got a lil' thang (Illuminati)
'Cause all I want is your dollar sign
Got me spendin' it all the time

[Refrain]
Ooh, it's the way you keep lookin' at me
Ah, I can stand the heat of a million degrees (Fuego, oh)

[Pre-Chorus]
Money, money, money
Money, money, money
I just can't look away from it, I want it, want it, want it

[Chorus]
You got me screamin' at the top of my lungs
I must be dreamin', I can't get enough
You got me trippin' off that look in your eyes
What'd you do to me? I'm a sucker for green
And I forgot to mention, you stay in my head
You're my obsession, can't get out of bed
You got me trippin' off that look in your eyes
What'd you do to me? I'm a sucker for green

[Outro]
Some's callin' it a sick obsession
Nothin' wrong with bein' rich and blessed
And I just want a few yachts and mansions right now (Right now, uh)
Birkin bags and big diamonds, droppin' racks on my island
Got a touch like I'm Midas
Touch it, touch it, love it, love it

LIL TAY - SUCKER 4 GREEN (Cover)

[Intro - Kanye]
La, la, la la
Wait 'til I get my money right

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
I had a dream I could buy my way to heaven
When I awoke, I spent that on a necklace
I told God I'd be back in a second
Man it's so hard not to act reckless..

Kanye West - Can't Tell Me Nothing (Sample - Cover BigFast12)

Original Music: 
XXL Freshmen Freestyle 2017 Cypher - Part 2
with Playboi Carti, MadeinTYO, Ugly God & XXXTENTACION

[Pre-Verse/Intro: Ugly God (XXXTENTACION)
Yeah, yeah
(Uh, uh)

[Verse 4: XXXTENTACION]
And if the world ever has an apocalypse
I will kill all of you fuckers
Fear will be plentiful, death will be bountiful
I will spare none of you peasants
Fuck your religion, your pastor fucked kids
And got sent to a prison in PC
I seen the devil, he’s in you and me
You need saving to listen to this, see
Follow 'em home, cut the right corner so nobody sees you
Turn off your phone
Leave it at home so nobody can trace you
Mask your expressions
Appear to be calm, they won't read your intentions
As soon as you’re in
Let them all know who they’re all in the presence of
I am a murderer
I am a demon, the son of a serpent
What is your faith?
What is your worth?
Have you felt acknowledgment?
If I kill you now, will you go to heaven or hell you believe in?
Death is approaching you
30 seconds to think before lying in a blood sea..

[Instrumental]

XXL Freshmen 2017 Cypher (XXXTENTACION's Verse, w/beat)

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Lyrics:
[Chorus]
I see niggas in this bitch, stuntin', poppin' bottles

Mona Lisa (Snippet Cover) Lil Wayne ft. Kendrick Lamar

[Intro: XXXTENTACION]
𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘢
𝘛𝘰 𝘉𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘺
White girl with me like Wendy, white girl
White girl with me like Wendy, white girl with me like
White girl, white girl with me like Wendy

[Chorus: XXXTENTACION]
White girl with me like Wendy
White girl with me like Wendy
White girl with me
White girl with me like Wendy
White girl with me like Wendy
White girl with me
White girl with me like Wendy
White girl, white girl with me like Wendy
White girl with me like
White girl, white girl with me like Wendy

Hi Wendy! Hook/Chorus (Cover) BigFast12

𝑳𝒚𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒔:
[Intro]
I can't seem to find someone's shoulder
Who will I rely on when it's over?
Took a chance with you, it made me colder
Better on my own when it's all over

[Verse]
So when I'm weak, who do I call?
My God, it hurts, I can't be calm
What do I do? Where do I run?
I'm tired of hate, I'm tired of love
I dug my nails into my arms
She turned and laughed at all my scars
What is my worth?
What is my worth?

[Outro]
Gave my love a piece of me
She put my heart beneath her feet
She turned and left I question, "What's my worth?"
Gave my love a piece of me
She put my heart beneath her feet
She turned and left I question, "What's my worth?"
My worth, my worth

ALONE, PART 3 (Cover) - XXXTENTACION

𝑳𝒚𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒔:

[Sample/Intro: Ruth B (Reversed)]
There was a time when I was alone
Nowhere to go and no place to call home
My only friend was the man in the moon, you know
And even sometimes he would go away too

[Interlude: Zayion McCall]
You know anything in life you ever wanna do
You gotta put your mind to it
And this Zayion McCall, I ain't even real- really even be recordin' music
You feel me?
I'm gettin' back to how I used to be

[Pre-Chorus: Ruth B]
There was a time when I was alone
Nowhere to go and no place to call home
My only friend was the man in the moon, you know
And even sometimes he would go away too

[Chorus: Ruth B]
Peter Pan that's what they call me
I promise that you'll never be lonely
Peter Pan that's what they call me
I promise that you'll never be lonely

[Verse: Zayion McCall]
I wanna talk about some real shit
Everything goin' on, caught up in that fake shit
Wanna be a hero, but they wanna turn me into a villain
Take what I believe, as a weapon and then turn against me
I ain't never trippin', haters keep 'em comin' (𝘙𝘶𝘯, 𝘳𝘶𝘯, 𝘳𝘶𝘯, l𝘰𝘴𝘵 b𝘰𝘺, h𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦, a𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺)
I must stay consistent, for my brothers
And my little sisters, I cannot forget 'em
Keep them pushin', damn, I gotta do it
Man I was the best, now I'm the oldest
From about a seven, hold 'em from my shoulders
I protect them, life can be the pain
Never gotta ask, why you mad?
Come to Neverland, we can soar the sea
Or the sky, and some pixie dust
Tell me what you want, not alone
You can come with me
And we can be free, yeah

[Bridge: Both (Zayion McCall & Ruth B)]
Peter Pan, that's what they call me
I promise that you'll never be lonely
Peter Pan, that's what they call me
I promise that you'll never be lonely

[Pre-Chorus: Ruth B]
There was a time, when I was alone (Nowhere)
Nowhere to go, no place to call home
My only friend was the man in the moon, you know
And even sometimes he would go away too

[Chorus: Ruth B]
Peter Pan that's what they call me
I promise that you'll never be lonely
Peter Pan that's what they call me
I promise that you'll never be lonely

[Outro: Ruth B]
𝘙𝘶𝘯, 𝘳𝘶𝘯, 𝘳𝘶𝘯 (𝘓𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘉𝘰𝘺!)
𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦
𝘈𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺...

PS: This track samples Lost Boy of Ruth B.

Returning to Neverland - Zayion McCall

XXXTENTACION "Is It Too Late?" ft. 6lack (Prod. By replvy) | TYPE BEAT

Lyrics:
And baby, I needed space
Ain't nobody 'round here wrong
You love all yours so far away
You're pouring your heart out
I'm acting like I knew
You held me so down
So down I never grew, oh
I tried to find out
When none of them come through
And now I'm stuck in the middle
And baby had to pull me out, oh

[Chorus]
Like you...

Streets - Doja Cat (Cover/Snippet)

𝑳𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒂:
[Intro: Lucas Hype, 𝘓𝘪𝘭' 𝘓𝘪𝘹𝘰]
Lucas Hype
𝘚𝘦 𝘰 𝘓𝘪𝘭' 𝘓𝘪𝘹𝘰 𝘵𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢, 𝘵𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘣𝘳𝘢 𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘰

[Refrão: Lucas Hype]
Eu tô com meu clã, tô com fã, eu tô chei' de hype
Lucas Hype tá bandido, com Lil' Lixo sei que sai hit
Lit, hit atrás de hit
Küsterverso tá no topo, eu não quero seu feat
Eu tô com meu clã, tô com fã, eu tô chei' de hype
Lucas Hype tá bandido, com Lil' Lixo sei que sai hit
Lit, hit atrás de hit
Küsterverso tá no topo, eu não quero seu feat

[Verso 1: Lucas Hype]
Eu tô bem toda night, de Nike no pé
Então pega o meu kit, já falei, tá lit
Bitch chama, deita na minha cama
Hoje eu tô bandido e o meu drip é tipo chama

[Refrão: Lucas Hype]
Eu tô com meu clã, tô com fã, eu tô chei' de hype
Lucas Hype tá bandido, com Lil' Lixo sei que sai hit
Lit, hit atrás de hit
Küsterverso tá no topo, eu não quero seu feat
Eu tô com meu clã, tô com fã, eu tô chei' de hype
Lucas Hype tá bandido, com Lil' Lixo sei que sai hit
Lit, hit atrás de hit
Küsterverso tá no topo, eu não quero seu feat

[Verso 2: Lil' Lixo]
Lil' Lixo chegou, pega a Glock que eu tô
Com vontade de cobrar esses moleque que falou
Que eu não tô muito além, que eu não sou o melhor
Que o Lil' Lixo era nada e que a piada já passou
Olha só como eu vim, olha só como eu tô
Faço tudo independente e também não copio flow
Pr'onde eu vou, sei que sou o mais brabo de fé
O teu melhor som é pior do que um sobre pé

[Refrão: Lucas Hype]
Eu tô com meu clã, tô com fã, eu tô chei' de hype
Lucas Hype tá bandido, com Lil' Lixo sei que sai hit
Lit, hit atrás de hit
Küsterverso tá no topo, eu não quero seu feat
Eu tô com meu clã, tô com fã, eu tô chei' de hype
Lucas Hype tá bandido, com Lil' Lixo sei que sai hit
Lit, hit atrás de hit
Küsterverso tá no topo, eu não quero seu feat

Lucas Hype x Lil' Lixo - Deuses (Cover)

𝑳𝒚𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒔:
[Intro: Puff Daddy]
Hello?
Aw shit, nigga! The fuck time is it, man?
Oh, God damn
Nigga, do you know what time it is?
Aw shit, what the fuck's goin' on?
You aight?
Ah, nigga, what the fuck is wrong with you?

[Verse: The Notorious B.I.G.]
When I die, fuck it, I wanna go to hell
'Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell
It don't make sense, goin' to heaven with the goodie-goodies
Dressed in white, I like black Timbs and black hoodies 
God'll probably have me on some real strict shit
No sleepin' all day, no gettin' my dick licked
Hangin' with the goodie-goodies, loungin' in paradise
Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice
All my life I been considered as the worst
Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purse
Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion
I know my mother wish she got a fuckin' abortion
She don't even love me like she did when I was younger 
Suckin' on her chest just to stop my fuckin' 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?
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
And squeeze until the bed's completely red
I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless fuckin' buddha head
The stress is buildin' up, I can't— I can't believe
Suicide's on my fuckin' mind, I wanna leave
I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin' callin' me
But nah, you wouldn't understand
You see, it's kinda like the crack did to Pookie in New Jack
Except when I cross over, there ain't no comin' back
Should I die on the train track like Ramo in Beat Street?
People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me
My baby mama kiss me, but she glad I'm gone
She know me and her sister had somethin' goin' on
I reach my peak, I can't speak
Call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak
I'm sick of niggas lyin', I'm sick of bitches hawkin'
Matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin'
*𝘎𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵*

[Outro]
(Ayo, Big! Ayo, Big!)
Please hang up and try your call again
Please hang up— Is a recording

The Notorious B.I.G. - Suicidal Thoughts (Cover)

𝑳𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒂:
[Verso 1]
Demônios me rodeiam querendo roubar a minha alma
A droga que me mata é a mesma que me causa calma
Drogado pelos canto trabalhando no que tento
Tem dias que me sinto fútil e dias que tô gênio
Sempre longe do pó, porque do pó voltarei
Todo mundo me olhando surpreso como cheguei
Sou além de tudo isso, isso eu sempre falei
Ninguém nunca confiou, todo mundo duvidou
E tentam me prejulgar e querem medir meu valor
Dá licença, por favor, que eu não sou mais jogador
Eu já brinquei demais, me escondi demais
Agora o objetivo é me tornar o ganhador
E sozinho nessa porra eu criei meu próprio mundo
Me escondi demais e me tornei muito inseguro
Eu não quero viver, mas eu não quero perder
Vivendo carregado com o destino de vencer
Todo mundo vai dizer pra você procurar paz
Mas a paz 'cê só vai ter quando 'cê nunca pulsar mais
É a história que me importa é poder abrir a porta
De tudo que temi e traumas que vêm da escola
Eu não quero esmola, eu só quero viver bem
Mas nunca como um ninguém, quero tá longe no além
Minha mãe de Ralph Lauren dirigindo Porsche e Benz
E desse mundo horrível eu deixo de ser um refém, oh (Oh, oh, oh, oh)

[Verso 2]
Ninguém me conhece, mas eu sigo bem
O que me apetece é esse vento que vem
Sinto como se fosse uma voz do além
Dando corda pra mim, mas eu nem sei quem sou
Usando droga todo dia, virando minha noite
Pensam que a vida é um problema, mano, antes fosse
Tô usando tudo que posso, não posso perder todo o meu foco
Então me isolo feito pá, tipo um cara louco
Então me isolo feito Bach, Nietzsche e vários morto
Todo mundo me olhando, pensam que sou louco
Um louco, um gênio, talvez quem sabe
Tudo isso só faz parte de uma fase boba
Tudo isso só faz parte de uma louca ideia
Ou talvez eu seja bom e minha ideia é boa
Mas ninguém nunca vai entender que a minha ideia é séria (Yeah)
Vários ano vivendo como andarilho, preso a só uma ideia
Uma vontade e um destino, todos que disseram amigo
Só fugiram e me deixaram só
Hoje eu lucro e eles cheiram pó
Mas eu tô bem, virando meu corre
Todos só me olham torto, é isso que me move
Como Kafka dizia
O sentido dessa vida é que 'cê morre
Virando, virando, lucrando money
Sendo mais reconhecido que cantor de funk
Se eu virar esse jogo, mano, não estranhe
Todos que me atacam se curvarão no meu sangue
LW não é sauce, LW é puro malte
Sucesso na minha vida, que money não me falte
Que eu faça tudo antes que eu me mate
Que eu faça tudo antes que eu me mate
Porque eu não posso viver sem antes entender
Porque todo mundo luta sabendo que vai morrer
Porque todo mundo implora pela vida sem querer
Viver nessa maldita vida
Que te julga e fala que você não vai ser nada
Que te aponta e fala que tudo vai ser em vão
Se você não tiver fama, muito money e uma mansão
Não que eu ligue, mas não quero ser em vão

[Refrão]
Não que eu ligue, mas não quero ser em vão
Não que eu ligue, mas não quero ser em vão
Se for pra viver, é fazendo milhão
Não que eu ligue, mas não quero ser em vão
Não que eu ligue, mas não quero ser em vão
Se for pra viver, é fazendo milhão

LW - Confessionário (Cover)

𝑳𝒚𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒔:

[Intro]
(𝘞𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘱, 𝘍1𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘺)
Breathin' (Blatt, yeah)
Breathin' (What? Yeah)
Breathin' (Haha)

[Chorus]
I take my shirt off and all the hoes stop breathin' (Ayy, yeah)
I take my shirt off and all the hoes stop breathin' (Yeah)
I take my shirt off and all the hoes stop breathin' (Yeah, what? Yeah)
I take my shirt off and all the hoes stop breathin' (What? Yeah, yeah, what?)
Breathin', breathin', bitches stop breathin' (Yeah)
Breathin', breathin', I think that bitch not breathin' (Ayy, what? What? What?)
Breathin', breathin', bitches stop breathin' (Yeah, ayy, yeah)
Breathin', breathin', I think that bitch not breathin' (What? Yeah, what?)

[Post-Chorus]
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha, ha

[Verse]
Ever since my brother died
Ever since my brother died
I've been thinkin' 'bout homicide
I've been thinkin' 'bout homicide
Free Lil' Tip, free Migo Bliff
Free all my guys, free Problem Child
I been with lil' Demon and lil' Beno and R5
Ridin' in a tank on 285
On the way to Front Street, who say we ain't outside?
Smokin' on the Henchmen, got a nigga fried
I'm hangin' with the Pirus, hangin' with the Fives
I got mob ties, I got fuckin' mob ties
I got niggas in chain gang on my side
I got niggas in chain gang on my side
I had the niggas shank Ola for a pie
I had the niggas shank Ola for a pie
I'm on demon time, I'm on demon time
Bitch, I'm out my body, I done lost my mind
I'm a young bitch, but I'm in my prime
I'm a young bitch, but I'm in my prime
Pussy-ass niggas can't hang 'round me
All these pussy-ass niggas liabilities
I'm so shiesty, I ain't got a OG
I keep the blicky, blicky (Blicky, blicky) just in case they try me (What?)
Kill me a opp, kill me a opp
Carry 'em out, carry 'em out
This chopper won't stop
This chopper won't stop
I fuck on your thot (I fuck on your thot)
I fuck on your thot (I fuck on your thot)
You fuck with my opps? (You fuck with my opps?)
You fuck with my opps? (You fuck with my opps?)
You fuck with my opps? (You fuck with my opps?)
You fuck with the cops (You fuck with the cops)
Brand new 'Ventador, I drove that bitch right to the moon
I just hit a lick with a mask, MF DOOM
I just rocked the show on some mothafuckin' shrooms
I fucked my biggest fan in the fuckin' green room
I gave that ho a band and told her, "Go and buy some shoes"
I've been winnin' all day, bitch, I can't lose
I got the people goin' crazy, watchin' all my moves
My bitch said I dress real nice, dress cool
If Rick don't cut you a check, you better sue (Yeah, what?)

[Chorus]
I take my shirt off and all the hoes stop breathin'
I take my shirt off and all the hoes stop breathin'
I take my shirt off and all the hoes stop breathin'
I take my shirt off and all the hoes stop breathin'
Breathin', breathin', bitches stop breathin'
Breathin', breathin', I think that bitch not breathin'
Breathin', breathin', bitches stop breathin'
Breathin', breathin', I think that bitch not breathin'

[Outro]
What? What?

PS: hello guys, here's my version of stop breathing from the whole lotta red album, I hope you like this cover, I took some ad-libs that have in the original version to make it more audible and particularly thought it sounded better, hope you enjoy it and stay safe

Whole Lotta Red

Playboi Carti - Stop Breathing (Cover)

𝑳𝒚𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒔:

[Intro]
808 𝘔𝘢𝘧𝘪𝘢
Step on the scene, forget about it
I put up racks, forget about it (Yeah, yeah, Pluto, skrrt)

[Chorus]
Why you hatin'? Why you hatin'? Oh, I'm fresh (Why you hatin'?)
You must not feel how I feel, oh, I'm fresh (Oh, I'm fresh)
I just popped open a seal, I'm on X (Poppin' a seal)
Lil shawty sittin' at the Blue Flame, sent me a text (Lil shawty, woo)
Future high demand, Future high demand (Super Fu)
I don't walk on land, bitch, I don't ever walk on land (Super Fu)
I float off Earth (Pluto), always float off Earth (Pluto)
Diamonds doin' the Chris Breezy (Wow, wow), oh (Pluto)

[Verse 1]
She's comin' through in the wee wee hours (She's comin' through)
Went to the Hawks game in a helicopter (She went to)
Said, "I want me a white bitch" and I copped her
Future high demand, Future high demand (Super Fu)
I don't walk on land, bitch (Bow), I don't ever walk on land (Super Fu)
George Jetson, you can't see me, no (Pluto, Pluto)
Do numbers like Boston (Boston), George on Vimeo (Geez)
I left that bitch 'cause she was sleazy, oh
You can't be sadity and greedy (Yeah, yeah), no (Choose and get it)
I hid some money (Wow), and I got plenty mo' (Stretch hole)
Stashed in the walls (Walls), stashed it in the floors (Stashed it in the floor)
I dig a grave (Yah) and bought a tombstone for the money (Yah)
Stuffed a casket full of faces, got a tombstone for the money (Yah, yah)
Bought a foreign and a spaceship, bought a tombstone for my money (Wow)

[Chorus]
Why you hatin'? Why you hatin'? Oh, I'm fresh (Why you hatin'?)
You must not feel how I feel, oh, I'm fresh (Oh, I'm fresh)
I just popped open a seal, I'm on X (Poppin' a seal)
Lil shawty sittin' at the Blue Flame, sent me a text (Lil shawty, woo)
Future high demand, Future high demand (Super Fu)
I don't walk on land, bitch, I don't ever walk on land (Super Fu)
I float off Earth (Pluto), always float off Earth (Pluto)
Diamonds doin' the Chris Breezy (Wow, wow), oh

[Verse 2]
She ain't runnin' out of flavor, I went to ice her
My number one bitch with me, it excite her
Let my shit go, blow the bitch, go to the cypher
That type of pussy, it's gon' make you want to wife her (Oh)
We do a whole lotta numbers, yeah
Grab on that pussy like Donald, yeah
Porsche got a lil' bitty trunk, yeah
But it’s goin' over 200, yeah
Turtlenecks all on my collar, yeah
Love when a pretty bitch swallow, yeah
I did it up, gravity (I did it up)
Super so radically
Awesome, gnarly, woo! (Woo)
Heavenly, rapidly (Rapidly), got killers on McAfee (Got killers on)
I do it immaculately
I'm all in her mouth like a cavity (I'm all in her mouth like a)
Cold as the polar, I keep it precise
I go to space in the middle of the night
I gotta talk with that pipe in my hand now
It could be a threat or a fan now
I can't get caught with my hands down
I can't be comin', my man's down
I put some bodies up underground
That's a few millions up underground
Murder for money, that's man down
Kill more than police across town
Bet not get caught with your hand down
𝘉𝘦𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯

[Chorus]
Why you hatin'? Why you hatin'? Oh, I'm fresh (Why you hatin'?)
You must not feel how I feel, oh, I'm fresh (Oh, I'm fresh)
I just popped open a seal, I'm on X (Poppin' a seal)
Lil shawty sittin' at the Blue Flame, sent me a text (Lil shawty, woo)
Future high demand, Future high demand (Super Fu)
I don't walk on land, bitch, I don't ever walk on land (Super Fu)
I float off Earth (Pluto), always float off Earth (Pluto)
Diamonds doin' the Chris Breezy (Wow, wow), oh

[Outro]
Super Fu
Super Fu
Super Fu
Super Fu

Future - High Demand (Cover)

letra começa nos 1:33 pra quem não quiser ouvir o instrumental
Letra:
[Verso 1]
Voltei, é fim de papo
E 'cês vão ter que me engolir
Nem vem querer dar pitaco
Que Lil' Lixo é real G
De rolê com óculos de ski
Nesse tempo eu só nutri
Toda raiva acumulada
Que dos haters eu senti
Pensam que não sou mc
Se pensou, 'cê se fodeu
Lil' Lixo é o real G
Lil' Lixo é o novo Deus
E como que se mata um Deus
E acaba com a divindade
Se tentar bater de frente
'Cê sabe que é sem massagem
Aqui é pura punchline
Cada linha é xeque-mate
Quarteto fazendo história
Big, Lixo, Nas, Tupac
Não pensa que é som de ataque
'Cês sabe que eu sou destaque
Bem-vindo a nova era
O novo mundo que aqui nasce
Não vem, querer falar
Que eu só sou um personagem
Porque com esse personagem
Eu compro mais de nove nave
Quatro casa e dois iate
Sua mina senta pro papi
Hoje eu faço muita grana
Lil' Lixo uma divindade, yeah
Lil' Lixo uma divindade, yeah

[Verso 2]
Se o Lil' Lixo te encontra
'Cê sabe logo é bronca
Hoje eu não meto soco
Boto a Glock na sua boca
Os bandidão já vira moça
Comigo sabe que é poucas
'Cês nunca consegue nada
Vaza antes que 'cê morra
É fim de papo, neva
No meu pescoço neva
Não é rap de YouTube
É o ciclo de uma era
Eles tentam copiar mas Küsterverso impera
Eles tentam copiar mas Küsterverso impera
E eu nunca vou parar
E eu não vou padecer
Como 'cês pôde pensar
Que o Lil' Lixo ia morrer
Falador passando mal
Já não sabe o que fazer
Lil' Lixo fucking imortal
Pronto pra quebrar você

[Refrão]
Então cala a boca e vaza
Não provoca e me embaça
Que eu tô no multiverso
Tô muito além da nasa
Tô vivendo muito bem
E vou jogar tudo na cara
Porque o Lil' Lixo voltou
E agora nada mais me para
Então, cala a boca e vaza
Não provoca e me embaça
Que eu tô no multiverso
Tô muito além da nasa
Tô vivendo muito bem
E vou jogar tudo na cara
Porque o Lil' Lixo voltou
E agora nada mais me para, yeah, huh, pow






















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LIL' LIXO - IMORTAL [Áudio]

[𝐋𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚 𝐝𝐞 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞 𝐌é𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐧𝐨 𝐓𝐨𝐩𝐨 (𝐜𝐨𝐦 𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐡𝐚 & 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚𝐬 𝐇𝐲𝐩𝐞)] :

[Intro: Loren Tralha]
Muita gente não sabe, mas, a classe média sofre
90% das pessoas da classe média morrem, um dia
As outras 10 também e ninguém fala nada
(Vhulto, você é um bosta)

[Refrão: Loren Tralha]
Classe média no topo, classe média no rap
Lorenzo bandido nato com Lucas Hype no trap
Vivendo a vida avançada, postando gun na internet
Essa vida ainda me mata, meu pai não quer me dar cash
Classe média no topo, classe média no rap
Lorenzo bandido nato com Lucas Hype no trap
Vivendo a vida avançada, postando gun na internet
Essa vida ainda me mata, meu pai não quer me dar cash

[Verso 1: Loren Tralha & (Lucas Hype)]
Drogas e bebidas, condomínio lotado
Minha empregada tá fodida, vai limpar chão vomitado
Eu não ligo, eu tô no papo, eu tô curtindo até mais tarde
Eu tô de carro porque meu pai deu a chave
Não, eu, não sou playboy, eu sou bandido
Vivência de um menorzinho que fuma no condomínio
Sem ligar pra segurança porque meu pai que me banca
E a multa vai ser pra ele, então foda-se, eu amo a planta (Uh)

[Verso 2: Lucas Hype]
Nunca duvidei, nunca me preocupei
Sempre soube do final que o Lucas Hype era rei
Não se preocupa, Loren, as multa eu já paguei
Tô num puta dum Opala com money, droga e sua ex
Da classe média, fiquei milionário
Na classe média, eu sofri calado
Agora que eu sou rico, eu vou chamar vocês de otário
Agora eu sou do rap, agora eu sou respeitado

[Ponte: Lucas Hype]
Se meus pais eram rico, me desculpa, é só um detalhe
Se meus pais eram rico, me desculpa, é só um detalhe
Se meus pais eram rico, me desculpa, é só um detalhe
Se meus pais eram rico, era só um detalhe

[Refrão: Loren Tralha]
Classe média no topo, classe média no rap
Lorenzo bandido nato com Lucas Hype no trap
Vivendo a vida avançada, postando gun na internet
Essa vida ainda me mata, meu pai não quer me dar cash
Classe média no topo, classe média no rap
Lorenzo bandido nato com Lucas Hype no trap
Vivendo a vida avançada, postando gun na internet
(Essa vida ainda me mata, meu pai não quer me dar cash)

Obrigado por ouvir pessoas!
Música original: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jtYbxyjL8SA

Loren Tralha & Lucas Hype - Classe Média No Topo (Cover)

𝑳𝒚𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒔:

[Chorus]
I ain't done turnin' up, bitch
I ain't done turnin' up, bitch
I ain't done turnin' up, bitch
I ain't done turnin' up, bitch
I ain't done turnin' up, bitch
I ain't done turnin' up, bitch
I ain't done turnin' up, bitch
I ain't done turnin' up, bitch

[Verse]
Say, I ain't done turnin' up, shit
I'm too busy turnin' up shit
Countin' guap, bitch I get it quick
Try and take it, you'll be burnin' up quick
Tadoe off the drugs on that fuck shit
Bad yellow bone doing my laundry
You say you wanna fuck, well I want some head
I got a hundred dollars, where you want it at?
Cause I'm countin', girl, I'm money countin'
I ain't gotta count it, I've got a money counter
I'm up here at the to-op, started from the bottom
I can't really trust niggas, so I gotta watch 'em
Cause these niggas plottin', 'cause I'm gettin' guap now
Back then they didn't want to fuck with me
But fuck with me cause I'm hot now
I see what Mike Jones was talkin' 'bout
Now I'm 'bout to pour a four and smoke my lungs out

[Chorus]
I ain't done turnin' up, bitch (Woo, woo)
I ain't done turnin' up, bitch (Nah, nah)
I ain't done turnin' up, bitch (Woo, woo)
I ain't done turnin' up, bitch (Woo)
I ain't done turnin' up, bitch (Nah, nah, nah)
I ain't done turnin' up, bitch (Woo, woo)
I ain't done turnin' up, bitch (Nah, woo, woo)
I ain't done turnin' up, bitch (Nah, nah, nah)

Original Music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D-ss9QOSHsA

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