Rap Karega Bro? (feat. Mr. Snob, Spaark & The Prophet)

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Jinne menu paji paji bole mere moo te 
Mudte hi gaal kadde menu aint no love for em bitches NO
Ohnu pata ni ke ankhe haigi mere sir de piche 
Vekh sakdi ye saare snitches GO
Fore I lose my patience well 
Hey ghnta faraq nahi pade  
Naale kinna zyada slick this style is 
Pare ho le pehli fursat main 
Don t make me man handle n teach you shit
Follow me tenu dikhauna hundi ki hai rap di anatomy 
Gonna be lotta heat gotta go down like economy
Sach ye hai ki jeda rap kare tu vo  comedy 
Plus ye bhi choo nai nikale teri right in front of me 
Hasne ki baat tu hai rapper par rap aunda nai 
Oof ye bala sunke hogaya si fond of me 
Kyun tu tenaat ab you wanna be a WANNABE 
Top si bro ye bol free throw 
Imma product of apocalypse
Cold si bol zara kar tu decode
You better get a lock on this
Told you so to not come too close 
This shit is anamolous
Main guns blazing tussi holstered hoe
You can t touch this 
Chalo jaldi se bolo jo tussi bolne aaye ho
Why dont you take that dick outta ya mouth fore you take a load 
Copy kalam leke aao it is time to take on some notes 
By picking a pen I dont a penis but i know you like it the most bro 
Snacc rap karu minimal metaphor n clinically poora proven 
Khaake dekh ye edible hai I made it in my oven 
Shit is miraculous meticulous bitch Im rollin
Don t be ridiculous you are the killah you be ballin
Get over your dreams you little boy start loading 
Kyunki main barrage fekna teri aor sabhdo ke 
Won t even let you breathe let you leave Take a break 
Nobody will hear your callin 
Sun nadhund na sadde jesa koi 
Par mujhe maloom tujhe milna ni  likh ke Lele
Sun na chun na koi bhi favourite do
Me unhe unhi ke gaane out rap karna likh Ke lele
PROPHET tere chamat rakhega 
Kode maarega tu chup reh le
Munna mud na sun na bolna koi aisa Haiga 
Jo apex de mundeya di keh ke lele 

Never stand down
You never know what s next  may be crown 
Hold go go loud 
Tell them all what you ve been on this ground 
So cold cold crowd 
Who we are 
Preachers down
All the sinners come around 
Show me hate put me down 
But they connect to dance and break their lens
Or they jump off roof 
To end their evanescence
What they did in past brought them back to check 
But aftermath was an avalanche 
Cause all of them were on a ramp and glam
Girls party liquor bitches end 
Well suck my dick and walk off this land 
I ll walk on globe i m bobby McFerrin 
Psychopath confessing 
Why you looking down at his knees 
Wanna die
By looking at the blood you can feel that he fights well 
That rings bell 
His fun ride
Pick by the lord 
I m breaking the law 
I can be the one 
That you want to make it a bomb 
Killing everyone is my love 
But little bit off but little bit calm what you want 
DEATH NOTE
You want to live to form a kill 
You won t take bond and will 
Cause all it will hurt and always the bond are made to bear fate
Isolate and kill yourself 
Ain t game 
That s the reason i can rip your cold days
Make them obvious what you think was old brain  
All the season that you bear was bold mate 
All the wrong is Right now 
Aaahhh f*ck them

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