Soda Paani (feat. Asal & Nv)

Yo
NV sunna bhai
Haan?
Likh ke laya hai kya?
Abey bhaiii matlab... haha
Chal theek hai fir
Fod, aaja

Vision mera sunke lage far-fetched
Dreams sunke lage ke mzaak-hai
Kya karunga achieve apne tar-gets?
Kya mere bhi bachhe honge star-kids?
Kab chootega peecha from this sadness?
Kya tab bhi hoga mere andar sourness?
Kya rahunga humesha mei yeh sad-mess?
Kabhi gram pe banenge mere fan-page?
Kabhi bass se bajega mera fan-base?
Kab Desh ko dikhenge mere standards?
All the crap in the mart, they callin a rap
I'm calling a wrap justice I demand it
Mila kya mujhe ye sara Gyan bech?
Jab log lete lafzon ko for granted
Tum samajh hii nai paoge mera mad-ness
Ab hoga concert ke mosh pit pe rampage
Baatein nahi pasand mujhe khamakha ki
Mei flow karu track pe jaise Kawasaki
Koshisho mei chote khayi hai sau dafa ki
Rab se ab bhi maano bacha ho koi sauda baki
Bohot mara li, zindagi se zyada mujhpe mauth hai haavi
Bohot thakati yeh zindagi se acha mujhe maut hii raazi

Thoda Soda-paani leke baitha abhi mujhe koi parva ni (aaja bete)
30-60 bohot banali ab 90 se hoga seedhe bottle khaali
Vo toh saali, chhorh gyi thi mujhe mere khaalipan mei (fuck that bitch)
Par vo hi haari, kyuki chorh gyi thi pas mere khali panne
Soda-paani! leke baitha abhi mujhe koi parva ni (eyy eyy eyy)
30-60 bohot banali ab 90 se hoga seedhe bottle khaali
But the clock's running at me with a glock in its hands
If my pen strikes miss, shit drops in my pants
I wanna fuck with the mic aint no mood for no porn
I slay kings when I move just by movin the pawns

Kya? Ye kya hai baat?
Ye hai kya sawaal?
Iska main dun kya jawaab?
Inme samay kharab karun, lagaun dimaag?
Ki main banunga ekdin kamiyaab
Ya fir mehel aur gaadiyaan aalishaan
Hogi show pe meri entry dhamakedaar
Laakhon fans cheekhein DilliVerse zindabad!
Par mujhe padri gaaliyaan, aadhi baat bina sune taaliyaan
Yahan logon pe samay ni bharte haan me haan
Karun kill saari beatein jese Taliban
Mere skills masaledaar, mic ke baad gaane bane zaikedaar
Chand kaanon ko hi dete ye gaanein swaad
Fir mudke ye maante hum hai gaandein faad!
Grind onn hai har raat aur din
Koi time ka pata ni yahan saaton din
Poore saal hum nahi ruk rhe ye laakhon gin
Bade padde pe faadein jese Nawazuddin
Mera maksad shabdon se hai pyaar ko baatna
Inn saare bachon aur budhon ko saath milaana
Gaanon ke sahare anokha anubhav karana
Bethe bethe sansaar aur bhramaand dikhaana kyunki
Ab meri baat America se India harr jagah hai ye sunte haan
Bhai wo mukaam Vibe ki Dukaan ke sahare hi to appan karenge praapt
Naseeb me likha hai harr jeet mera, apne aap mukaam aaye mere paas
Bas ye rap hi nasha hai harr marz ki dawaa, isko poojke le zindagi ka mazaa

Soda-paani leke baitha abhi mujhe koi parva ni
30-60 bohot banali ab 90 se hoga seedhe bottle khaali
Vo toh saali, chhorh gyi thi mujhe mere khaalipan mei
Par vo hi haari, kyuki chorh gyi thi pas mere khali panne
Thoda Soda-paani leke baitha abhi mujhe koi parva ni (aaja bete)
30-60 bohot banali ab 90 se hoga seedhe bottle khaali
Vo toh saali, chhorh gyi thi mujhe mere khaalipan mei (fuck that bitch)
Par vo hi haari, kyuki chorh gyi thi pas mere khali panne
Soda-paani! leke baitha abhi mujhe koi parva ni (eyy eyy eyy)
30-60 bohot banali ab 90 se hoga seedhe bottle khaali
But the clock's running at me with a glock in its hands
If my pen strikes miss, shit drops in my pants
I wanna fuck with the mic aint no mood for no porn
I slay kings when I move just by movin the pawns