We are in Ankara, by train, from Izmir to Istanbul, we are in every mind
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We came out of the Antalya concert, we are in the air, the beer in hand cost 8 liras.
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We're still on the money. |
we are right in between
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We're a little gangsta, we're a little bit of money, we locked the stewardess
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I think we are bigots and one day we will count money and complete the map
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The day it got into my blood I was hip-hop from head to toe
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I've changed, I've been hitting shit
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Things got bigger and other worries I'll squeeze your heels
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The types that say, "Start your aunt," and their songs, ma. |
uker currents
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We laughed as we grew up, they didn't wake up
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I haven't known any sober for years.
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Not for a day, old man, sober for years Anil
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Fuck off, we lined you up too, you became concrete
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You don't have permission to rap under us, too much in Izmir
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She lived with us in shock, they're doing it now, diss and show with my name
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Unless he responds, he gets mad that he can't get premium
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It gave me a headache, wack and aspirin
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Listen to my name, look 300 people
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But the ballerina hit passed 300,000
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Cigarette in my hand Red support caffeine
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Space is the end of this road Green Room is not NASA yet
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I've been nervous since the day my ass was the ceiling
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Except for the days when I'm not angry, other days I'm high
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Tobacco we are back eight people your lance
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If the keyboard likes rhyme, your mouse tip
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Happy with indigo beer Even if you're not Kamuf, bro
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Big-O has already planted it today, still the bond is established
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My saliva is always the size of a monitor
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Don't rap with us, go eat bonbons or something
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Even if sticking with the eight is hard work
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Anıl and Red‚ Ais‚ Grogi‚ Ceyhan Tony Montana
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Head street orgasm if you were a camouflage dude
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The shell bleeds, the arm remains, you are Osman who thinks he is a pervert
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You're the chrome-plated betting partner on the trail
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Girlfriend Porshe honey I like the boss difference
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We are in Ankara, by train, from Izmir to Istanbul, we are in every mind
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We came out of the Antalya concert, we are in the air, the beer in hand cost 8 liras.
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We're still on the money. |
we are right in between
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We're a little gangsta, we're a little bit of money, we locked the stewardess
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I think we are bigots and one day we will count money and complete the map
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I don't mind the hip-hop guy who will make blood with the ketchup in the cupboard.
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And now the ads will be knocked down In the only round that can't love Turkish Rap and poop
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Wear a working model, walk, introduce rap, if there is a woman around you on the bus, your only goal is
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fuck her
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If a couple of apache bros make koal and get ass with cocaine, you will support him immediately.
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with caffeine
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Everyone who is sleepless who buys with the last money in their pocket is reading, I'll look too
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sleepless
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If you can open a rap-like song, it won't be too emotional, but I'll come and play it.
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your satellite
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If you get sick and put a cloth on your nose, you can do what you say is good, a tomato
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Music is crazy, music is me, so if music is the food of the soul, my son, my soul is obese
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Mic'lan flees if Ais enters the war
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Because my rhyme is at least as abundant as the rail in Haydarpaşa
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Pipes are in the air with us, and the hop experienced in high life
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It has turned into art to slip into your narrow ear here
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Every day when you're rappin' babes
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There will be no end even if you hold the 8 and turn it sideways
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Visit the Aegean and Marmara from 06, then hang out in Diyarbakir (hüp)
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And come to Ankara and press the herb with gelatin, and press the plate beautifully.
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But be careful not to catch the helmet head
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Bypass the armies of Babylon, burn them or
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Become a slave or drown the pigs in ashes
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Don't think I got my speed, breakable mouths
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That we were heard, your voice is lowered a little slow
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I'm at the bottom of the underground, now the lava is liquid
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That even the city I live in is sub-zero!
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We are in Ankara, by train, from Izmir to Istanbul, we are in every mind
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We came out of the Antalya concert, we are in the air, the beer in hand cost 8 liras.
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We're still on the money. |
we are right in between
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We're a little gangsta, we're a little bit of money, we locked the stewardess
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I think we are bigots and one day we will count money and complete the map |