HIP HOP

Na mae karta hissab Na mae padhta kitab Din raat likhu geet Mera pass hai chirag Mere pass hai dimag Na mae suni kisi ki Sirf sunta mae Rag Mere dil mae hai aag Laal meri ankhey Meri ankho mae jawaab Mere dost hai khraab Mere dost hai barbad Har baat pae shraab Hann Chal hai nawaab Sari kuduya ka khaab Ab Thodho mae record Billboard pay reward Ab challa mae abroad Sath mae hai squad Sath mae hai god Yha ladkiya hai hot Munda mae hu desi Sirf pitahiu mae scotch Beat pae hai roach Rolex ki hai watch Gucci ka hai stock jeaB mai hai glock Jub Studio me lock Phir Drop payha Drop naya dour hai mera hip pop hip pop Chorus… Hip pop jaesay rock karey Mere dil ko hai pop karey Alfaaz mere nock karey Newyork mujhay call karey LA mujhay call karey Bombay mujhey call karey v2 Hiphop mere khoon mae Challa mae ghoom nae Challa mae jhoom nae yaar mujhay dhoond rhe Yaar mere kood rhe Din raat jho fhook rhe Bheki bheki baatey sad jaesi baatey Mujhay pata nhi kon thi Aee mere samne, chal kae Thodha a pass mae, Lae gae mera dil Uski green green ankhay Gore gore gaal laal Uski dress Phir ho gya mae impress Hann ho gya mae impress Chal jaane de aaahh thodhi mujhay hawa khane de. Started from the bottom I m here Hustling everyday I never fear, fear Yo..yoo yoo Chorus… Hip pop jaesay rock karey Mere dil ko hai pop karey Alfaaz mere nock karey Newyork mujhay call karey LA mujhay call karey Bombay mujhey call karey