Guzior – Fala Lyrics (feat. Oskar)

[Guzior:]
Czekam na fale jak blok
Setki ton, by nas zabrało
Wciągnie wnet pod wodę prąd
Chwyć mą dłoń
Zniknijmy z radarów

Czekam na fale jak blok
Setki ton, by nas zabrało
Wciągnie wnet pod wodę prąd
Chwyć mą dłoń, zniknijmy z radarów
Czekam na fale jak blok
Setki ton, by nas zabrało
Wciągnie wnet pod wodę prąd
Chwyć mą dłoń, zniknijmy z radarów

Nabieram oddech i chowam głowę pod wodę
Wstrzymuję, aż zrobię się purporowy
Krew czyści kilka kapsułek kurkumowych
Taki sam Mati, trochę lepszy wózek, trochę tych szmat droższych
W przeszłości wolałem Air Force’y
Niż jakieś Givenchy i nosiłem zawsze za kostki
Spytaj o płytę mnie
Ja spytam w nerwach już "Co z tym?"
Taki to pośpi
Kiwają palcem, że długo to nie będzie trwało
Jebią mnie ich groźby
Przełączam, gra mi nowy Kanye – Gospel
Lubię ten krążek, bo trochę odleciał
A ja to w sercu kumam dobrze
Czesze mi czosnek, że patrzysz jakbym był najdroższy
Lala, nie jestem zazdrosny
Chcesz poleć, albo z tym, albo z tym
Ja polecę, albo z nią, albo z nią
Jebać to
Nie dla mnie są związki
Inne są przy Tobie jak paszkwil
Uwielbiam, gdy do moich nozdrzy
Dostają się twoje perfumy
Są piękne, weź kurwa je rozpyl
Czekam na fale jak blok
Czekam na opad i grom
Czekam na planety roast
Jebie to miasto, nie wychodzę
Festiwal tandet i zło
Słucham Depeche Mode
A nie na niebiesko
Taki mam nastrój
Jebie tym smogiem
Ja lubię pogodę angielską
Oczyszcza powietrze jak Dyson

Czekam na fale jak blok

Setki ton, by nas zabrało
Wciągnie wnet pod wodę prąd
Chwyć mą dłoń, zniknijmy z radarów
Czekam na fale jak blok
Setki ton, by nas zabrało
Wciągnie wnet pod wodę prąd
Chwyć mą dłoń, zniknijmy z radarów

[Oskar83:]
Wyspani jak zawsze, prowadzimy rozmowę, nie gadkę, parząc herbatkę
Nalej rosołu, ja poszatkuję, kurwa mać, nie siebie, natkę
Przejęzyczają się najlepsi
Darłem się, że wyjebie nie ciebie tylko śmieci
Później, nie krzykiem, donośnym głosem życzyłem ci nie śmierci tylko dzieci
Wychodzę wkurwiony do roboty, ale nie zawsze, dzisiaj
I twojej przyjaciółki Ani, kochanie nie pragnę
Ja bym tak się popisał?
Wiem, czasem klnę na zjebane nie małżeństwo, społeczeństwo
Do twego byłego, nie pizdy mówię koleżeńsko
A do ciebie „kocham”, nie nigdy, wolę często
Moja robota mnie nie nudzi tylko jara
Jak mam zrobić to, nie później tylko zaraz
I się nie opierdalam tylko staram
Teściowa to nie kurwa stara tylko mama
A twój brat to nie balast tylko Alan
I nie przeszkadzaj jak mówię kochana
Bo rozjebię ten skarb nam ja, nie dziwko fala

[Guzior:]
Czekam na fale jak blok
Setki ton, by nas zabrało
Wciągnie wnet pod wodę prąd
Chwyć mą dłoń, zniknijmy z radarów
Czekam na fale jak blok
Setki ton, by nas zabrało
Wciągnie wnet pod wodę prąd
Chwyć mą dłoń, zniknijmy z radarów

Kenny Allstar – The One Lyrics (feat. Potter Payper)

[Intro: Potter Payper]
Yo, Kenny
What you saying?
Voice of the streets meets voice of the streets
Fi dem

[Verse 1: Potter Payper]
Get nanny at house in due time
Gyal say I think I’m too nice
Who me? Who I?
Two man up in a [?] ride
Took a fed chase at blue light
Diamonds flash like blue lights
Chucked in the grub like food fight
Done years in jail but it flew by
My dargs on a run in Dubai
I rise up the ting and buck eye (Boom, baow)
If I see my man, it’s na-night
I don’t squeeze on a ting with one eye (Nah)
Put four on you, let it pour on you
Used to do ten toes or four on two
Don’t do drills, it’s more on tunes
I said don’t do drills, it’s more on tunes
Come outside, you don’t want a scene
Touch me, block get quarantined
Got a white gyal from Coventry
Said she wanna tag a quarter key
Said she could do it in record time
And I said “It’s sweet that you thought of me” (Ah, shit)
I said “It’s sweet that you thought of me”
I was with Young [?]
[?] I don’t talk on beats
She wanna dance with the CBT’s
Got Natty with me, got S with me
Came with the whistle like referee
G check where? You can’t question me
Woi, G check where? You can’t question me

[Chorus: Potter Payper]
Who’s that grey don? You know the one
Kick that door in my Air Force 1s
Slumdog Millionaire, that one
Training Day on repeat, that one
Who’s that grey don? You know the one
Kick that door in my Air Force 1s
Training Day on repeat, that one
Slumdog Millionaire, that one

[Verse 2: Potter Payper]
Who’s that grey don? You know the one
I’ll kick that door in my Air Force 1s
Pagans see me, they don’t want none
G, I don’t owe you, you just got bumped
My young G splashed him, man went cunch
Free LV, man, he’s on some stuff
Free Young Iz, man, he’s on some stuff
Guns get buss, case get buss
When I come home, see my teeth get buff
No more and p*ssyole gloves
Anymore talk, I’m puttin’ on gloves
Me and this wap like-
I was sittin’ outside man’s baby mums
Havin’ evil thoughts, some evil ones
Like, shit

[Chorus: Potter Payper]
Who’s that grey don? You know the one
Kick that door in my Air Force 1s
Slumdog Millionaire, that one

Training Day on repeat, that one
Who’s that grey don? You know the one
I’ll kick that door in my Air Force 1s
Training Day on repeat, that one, yo

[Bridge: Potter Payper]
Free FX, that’s bro bro
Training Day 3, no promo
Italian, all of my clothes, woah
Who the f*ck killed Bobby Lupo?
Shit’s gonna send me loco
And all these rappers is hoes, woah (Wait, shit)
All these rappers is hoes, woah
Free FX, that’s bro bro
Training Day 3, no promo
Italian, all of my clothes, woah
Who the f*ck killed Bobby Lupo?
Shit’s gonna send me loco
And most these rappers is hoes, woah (Shit)

[Verse 3: Potter Payper]
And they wanna draw me out (Why?)
Try test my gangster (How?)
White boy with the raps (Real)
Judge said it was a cocaine wrapper
And I just got the block two big macs (Real)
And I want ice in my Fanta
My girl always thinks I’m cheating (Shh)
‘Cause I’m in the car with slappers (Brrt)
Online, seen some mappers
We don’t even talk on bashers
And you know I don’t rock with snitches (Nah)
I guess I’m just too old-fashioned
I used to shoplift in Lidls
I used to shoplift in Asdas
Now it’s all Hattons, Harrods
And my life’s still snakes and ladders (Mazza)
Cah I can’t even trust my shadow
I’ll be the first to admit I’m paro
Cah one minute, everyting ari
Then the next minute, everyting eerie
Now you gotta mention loved ones dearly
That’s where niggas see it all clearly
As a man, it only makes you stronger
Makes you hungry, makes a monster
If I weren’t rapping, I’ll be jacking
Or I’ll be trapping
Save my number, cook this cocaine with amonia
I don’t use no baking soda
Where I’m from, these kids are sick though
Cheff and trip you over
Cheff you down, this ain’t Nickolodeon
I’m in the trap, two bricks of opium, yo

[Outro: Potter Payper]
Who’s that grey don? You know the one
Kick that door in my Air Force 1s
Pagans see me, they don’t want none
Slumdog Millionaire, that one
Training Day on repeat, that one
Shit
Who’s that grey don? You know the one
Die
That’s it, boom [?]
Finito
Voice of the streets
Kenny Allstar, my brudda
Gang way
Training Day 3 or die

Don Toliver – Spaceship Lyrics

Play this song

[Chorus: Don Toliver]
I get a lil’ impatient (Yeah, yeah)
Who steady copped the keys to my spaceship?
Sellin’ all Alicia Keys, she on my playlist (Yeah, yeah)
I am not receiving, you know I don’t take shit
I, I, I spilled lean all in my ride (Lean all in my ride)
Dumpin’ ashes on your thigh (Ashes on your thigh)
You might be ready for surprise, oh
I get a lil’ impatient (Yeah, yeah)
Who steady copped the keys to my spaceship?
Sellin’ all Alicia Keys, she on my playlist (Yeah, yeah)
I am not receiving, you know I don’t take shit

[Verse 1: Don Toliver]
I’m in my spaceship (Whatever), getting that facelift (Uh-huh)
LA daytrip, I’m eating them rib tips
Call up the ref, I’m balling, pouring it, so we’re falling
Twenty-five hundred for the cardigan, Saint Laurent, my dawgs in

[Chorus: Don Toliver & Sheck Wes]
I get a little impatient
Who steady copped the keys to my spaceship?
Sellin’ all Alicia Keys, she on my playlist
I am not receiving, you know I don’t take shit
It’s the new age flex, hoppin’ out of the jet
Spend a ticket on Rolex, plus the ice on your neck
Bust it down and collect, send that money through text
You can hit me on my phone, you can call me direct
I, I, I spilled lean all in my ride
Dumpin’ ashes on your thigh (Yeah)
You might be ready for surprise, oh

[Verse 2: Sheck Wes]
Yeah, hotbox my SUV (Bitch), nobody can breathe (At all)
I ain’t never fear a thing (No), baby, in your dreams (Dreams)
Sheck Wes, fear don’t sleep (Uh)
Air Force 1s, no crease (Crease)
Someone arrest my jeans (Simons)
Blunt lit in my face (Face)
Diamonds in my teeth
Pick, um, the VVS
She ain’t really got no meaning, uh
In a fast car, I’m speeding, uh
And I can’t wait for no red light (Red light)
If I’m chasing this green (Go)
I need more M’s than B’s (B’s)
Sheck and Don on a different time and payment
All my cars from Europe, his car from Avis
Every day I wake up, new whips hit the pavement
I had to watch my living, I don’t know no limits at all, all, all

[Chorus: Don Toliver]
I get a lil’ impatient (Yeah, yeah)
Who steady copped the keys to my spaceship?
Sellin’ all Alicia Keys, she on my playlist (Yeah, yeah)
I am not receiving, you know I don’t take shit
I, I, I spilled lean all in my ride (Lean all in my ride)
Dumpin’ ashes on your thigh (Ashes on your thigh)
You might be ready for surprise, oh

USA vs Iran: Military Units Power Comparison 2020

This is an interesting video on Youtube about USA vs Iran: Military Units Power Comparison 2020. There are many interesting pictures of military vehicles and aircraft here. For most of these units, USA has greater number than Iran. You can see interesting Army Airforce and Navy of both countries.

USA Active Personnel: 1,286,000
Iran Active Personnel: 550,000
 
For some units (such as Towed Artillery and Navy Patrol Vessels), Iran actually has more than USA, according to this video.

The United States Armed Forces are the military forces of the USA. It consists of the Army, Marine Corps, Navy, Air Force, Space Force and Coast Guard.

The Iranian Armed Forces comprise the Army, the Revolutionary Guard Corps and the Law Enforcement Force of the Islamic Republic of Iran. All branches of armed forces fall under the command of General Staff of Armed Forces.

This is where the information comes from:

https://armedforces.eu/countries
armedforces.eu
wikipedia.org
indexmundi.com
cia.gov
passportindex.org
worlddata.info
google.com


Chief Keef – Posse Lyrics

[Intro]
Zaytoven

[Chorus]
Throw you in there with the fishes (Fishes)
Me and my killers in your house (In your house), we standing in your kitchen (Your kitchen)
Do the dishes with your face, lil’ pussy nigga
You’s a drank, told my long ass chopper (Chopper), knock you over, spill ya (Spill ya)
Mud up in my liver (Liver), green up in my pocket (My pocket)
Got the Glocky on my hip (My hip), like some heavy shit, I’ll drop ya (I shot ya)
Dun-dun, grab my pistol, who the fuck is that there knocking? (Knocking?)
.45 auto, super faucet, thirty shot you and your posse (Ayy)

[Verse 1]
Like skuduskur, I got the ripper (Ripper)
And I won’t hesitate to rip you (To rip you)
Start running, you’ll see that line up
Fly and get caught in this shit like a zipper (Like a zipper)
Got wiz like Chipper the Ripper (The Ripper)
Call my Glock “Oz”, bitch no Wizard (No Wizard)
I’m Jordan when he played with the Bulls in ’96 (Bulls ’96)
You Jordan when he played with the Wizards (With the Wizards)
Lil’ hacking ass bitch, where the whistle? (Where the whistle?)
Chop the 808, bitch, no scissors (No scissors)
Come through for some more, no Metro (No Metro)
Hit a nigga, bet I won’t miss him (Won’t miss him)
Draw on a nigga, no pencil (No pencil)
How you want it? Got the utensils (Utensils)
Big 30 on me, got me limping (Got me limping)
Nigga, what the fuck you want for Christmas? (Want for Christmas?)

[Chorus]
Throw you in there with the fishes (Fishes)
Me and my killers in your house (In your house), we standing in your kitchen (Your kitchen)
Do the dishes with your face, lil’ pussy nigga
You’s a drank, told my long ass chopper (Chopper), knock you over, spill ya (Spill ya)
Mud up in my liver (Liver), green up in my pocket (My pocket)
Got the Glocky on my hip (My hip), like some heavy shit, I’ll drop ya (I shot ya)
Dun-dun, grab my pistol, who the fuck is that there knocking? (Knocking?)
.45 auto, super faucet, thirty shot you and your posse (Your posse)

[Verse 2]
Fucking on a nigga bitch, she like it hard (Like it hard)
When it comes to car, it’s fast (It’s fast)
Only getting out my car for the cash (For the cash)
Or the click-clack, send a nigga shots (Shots)
Got a lion for the fur, no fox (No fox)
Pussy, don’t be dumb, box of rocks (Box of rocks)
I be getting off the Hi-Tech (Hi-Tech)
Bitch told me she like that Ciroc (The ‘Roc)
Only thing I run from is Narcs (Narcs)
Won’t push you to do shit, nigga, bullets force (Bullets force)
Pussy nigga got a whole bunch of horse (Horse)
Power, sending shots, East, West, South, North (South, North)
What you looking at? You know I got the torch (Got the torch)
Still stomp a nigga in these Air Force’s (Air Force)
Can’t wife that bitch, she’s a whore (She’s a whore)
Pussy, I’m the plug, fuck your cord (With a cord)
Watch my car eat a nigga, like Pac-Man (Like Pac-Man)
Tap the trigger and it make a nigga tapdance
Tap the pedal and it make a nigga go ham (Go ham)
110 in a fucking 55, man (55, man)
Hop out the whip, looking like Batman (Like Batman)
Got money and power, like ass, man (Like ass, man)
I be balling like I’m Kobe, you’re Juwanna Mann (Go cray)
Shoot my own shit, fuck a nigga hand (Fuck a nigga hand)

[Chorus]
Throw you in there with the fishes (Fishes)
Me and my killers in your house (In your house), we standing in your kitchen (Your kitchen)
Do the dishes with your face, lil’ pussy nigga
You’s a drank, told my long ass chopper (Chopper), knock you over, spill ya (Spill ya)
Mud up in my liver (Liver), green up in my pocket (My pocket)
Got the Glocky on my hip (My hip), like some heavy shit, I’ll drop ya (I shot ya)
Dun-dun, grab my pistol, who the fuck is that there knocking? (Knocking?)
.45 auto, super faucet, thirty shot you and your posse (Your posse)

Korn – We Care a Lot Lyrics

[Verse 1: Jonathan Davis]
(We Care a Lot) 3×
About disasters, fires, floods and killer bees
About the NASA’s and the falling, and the seas!
About starvation and the food that Live Aid bought
(We Care a Lot) about disease, baby Rock, Hudson, rock, what!

[Chorus 1: Jonathan Davis]
(Whoa-oh)
Oh, It’s a dirty job but, someone’s gotta do it! (2×) (We Care a Lot!)

[Verse 2: Jonathan Davis]
(We Care a Lot) (2×)
About the gamblers, and the pushers, and the freaks!
About the smack, and crack, and wack that hit the streets!
(We Care a Lot) About the welfare of all you boys and girls!
(We Care a Lot) About you people, cause we’re out to save the world, what!

[Chorus 2: Jonathan Davis]
Oh, it’s a dirty job, but someone’s gotta do it! (Whoa-oh)
Oh, it’s a dirty job, but someone’s gotta do it! (4×)

[Verse 3: Jonathan Davis]
(We Care a Lot) About the Army, Navy, Air Force, and Marines!
(We Care a Lot) About the NY, SF, and LAPD!
(We Care a Lot) About you people!
(We Care a Lot) About your guns!
(We Care a Lot) About the wars we’re fighting. Gee, that looks like fun!
(We Care a Lot) About our free speech, and not the FCC’s
(We Care a Lot) About tide we made with Beatles on MTV!
(We Care a Lot) About the little things, the bigger things we top!
(We Care a Lot) About you people, yeah you bet we care a lot, what!

[Chorus 3: Jonathan Davis]
Oh, it’s a dirty job, but someone’s gotta do it! (Whoa-oh)
Oh, it’s a dirty job, but someone’s gotta do it! (4×)
Oh, it’s a dirty job, but someone’s gotta do it! (4×)