Nu mă las

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[Versuri "Nu m las"] [Intro: NELI THGOD] THOTH! tia vor, tia vor, tia vor, tia vor [Refren: NELI THGOD] tia vor s pic, dar nu m las O s le dau tot ce mi-a rmas O s le dau sound puternic, bass O s levitez i nu m las O s fac ennie, manie, mo i o s ies c�tigtor C�ntecu-i exact, nu-i chiar ce pretinzi C�nd faci piese, trebuie s-i dai sufletul dar nu s i-l vinzi Am jurat c pot s-o fac, o sa fac orice dar nu m las �n Rom�nia, ara, petele picat �n plas N-o s-accept s stau pe tu, poa' s fie oric�t de groas Eu nu pot s m las, s m las, s m las S fac bine nu m las, nu m las, nu m las! [Strofa 1: NELI THGOD] E mult prea grav, pleac strestrul Sufletul �n planul terestru M, m, m, pun s scriu versuri Ca s expun Universul, �n milioane de sensuri P-astia tii sperii prin gesturi Impresion�ndu-i pe restul C-tia-u succesuri Bsescu Ce crezi tu, vezi tu, yo, n-o, n-o, n-o fac pentru cash Depinde de tine copile s creti Mai bine cu pilde dec�t pile, fresh Hai s �nceap aventura Animalic, Ace Ventura Muncesc mult ca s rup gura M scol de diminea ca pula! Cumetre, hai bei Degeaba i-o �ncerci C�nd vorbeti de mine, deja sfidezi legi Te dai c faci rap din West Coast Dar eti mai mult din Southpark Ce puf, puf, puff pass, e vorba doar de puf puff Bag verde ca Popeye, cu plata prin Paypal Dup-i dau ca Pac, i-i fac dop ca la pepeni Am un gol �n piept, deci c�tig acest meci Nu discui gustu, �l �nghii p�n' te-neci Ey Raggaman, We made it baby Fuck you all tii c sunt dedicated! Fac piese bomb zi-mi bomberman Cltor �n propriul trip ca Maggelan Am dat pe Rico ca Daddy Yankee Visez prea mult la fel ca 50 in Candy Muli m-au �ntrebat de la ce vine NELI Pi NELI este muzica i muzica e NELI [Refren: NELI THGOD] tia vor s pic, dar nu m las O s le dau tot ce mi-a rmas O s le dau sound puternic, bass O s levitez i nu m las O s fac ennie, manie, mo i o s ies c�tigtor C�ntecu-i exact, nu-i chiar ce pretinzi C�nd faci piese, trebuie s-i dai sufletul dar nu s i-l vinzi Am jurat c pot s-o fac, o sa fac orice dar nu m las Rom�nia, ara, petele picat �n plas N-o s-accept s stau pe tu, poa' s fie oric�t de groas Eu nu pot s m las, s m las, s m las S fac bine nu m las, nu m las, nu m las [Strofa 2: Ocru MC] Ch-ch-check out my records on backwards, I am unmatchable Ch-ch-check out the jackal ejaculating on stomach wall Ch-ch-check me out! Back in the business The game is my misses She gave her digits, we're wishing we're fucking forever like it's not my decision Boy, the game changed up since I had my first nutt In her gut, bitch, what? Stick to her butt like a mutt I'm Kurupt Stick in the mud Imma love with no glove Sticky the bud I'm the plug in the tub Making a villain, I'm making a killing, I'm back in the building and fucking it up Yeah Yeah What What What What Whashadone? Call the cops on one, you can't stop a taliban With the flow I carry gunz, soul of war like koreans Mention one MC that can stop my run, sucka run Babilon be running on ya boys with the toys I and I be smoking on the soil in the foil Shut an eye, you sleeping on decoys I destroy You can't stop me when I'm making all the noise You can't stop me when I'm making all the noise All the noise My flow's like a gun when I rattle in battle I open the doors with the rappers I handle Three years in the game, better blow on the candle No matter what came, the people would tackle To bite off my style, get a freestyle Met 'em in cyphers, they're loving me now Now that I'm lifted they wanna be down Saying I'm gifted and bring me the crown And right then I started to wonder How would I keep from going under I gotta flash, my message is humble My phone rang with a foreign number After the click I started to shout They said there's a place for me in the clouds Follow me people I'm up and about My heart lies on this telephone now Now what?