Lyrics of KI HAAL BEWAFA TERA - Tann Badwal

'Ki Haal Bewafa Tera' has been written and composed by TannBadwal, and the music directed by Azad. Filmed in Porto, Portugal, the video of KiHaalBewafaTera' has been produced by Estúdios 44.

KI HAAL BEWAFA TERA 

Ki Haal Bewafa Tera?

Ki Haal Bewafa Tera?

Kayi saal pichon tun takkri

Kise hor gali galvakkdi

Saadi galat tol geya takkdi

Tera lajawaab ni jera

Ki Haal Bewafa Tera?

Ki Haal Bewafa Tera?

Kehda chaak chandarma chaare?

Hun kaun todada taare?

Supne ne kis taran saare?

Latt naal latakde laare

Dass kehn ohde ki baare

Jis naal raabta tera?

Oh sach laung dise na nakk te

Zidd naal leya si jehda

Ki Haal Bewafa Tera?

Ki Haal Bewafa Tera?

Kya baat makhmali chunniyan

Baahwan vi ne kithe sunniyan

Tuttiyan taan kayi jagah ghummiyan

Tera naam puchh rahi duniya

TANN heer apsara teri

Si kaun pyaar oye tera?

Oh tasveer kade nhi kadhada

Lakh rehn dhoondade chehra

Ki Haal Bewafa Tera?

Ki Haal Bewafa Tera?

KI HAAL BEWAFA TERA – ENGLISH LYRICS

Oh unfaithful, how are you?

Oh unfaithful, how have you been?

Today we are crossing paths after many years,

And, I see you in the arms of someone else, in someone else’s street.

Indeed, your matchless confidence has been unfair with me and my destiny.

Oh unfaithful, how are you?

Oh unfaithful, how have you been?

Tell me, who tames the moon for you?

Tell me, who plucks the stars for you?

Tell me, how are those dreams that we dreamt together?

I see them as false promises hanging down your hair.

Tell me, the opinion they have about him and your relationship with him?

By the way, I do not see that nose pin on you today, the one that you insisted me to buy for you.

Oh wow, he’s bought you a velvety dress.

Oh wow, even your arms aren’t empty as they were when you were with me.

Meanwhile, someone has been places with his broken heart.

And as visible, people have been asking me your name – name of the girl behind all of this.

“Tann, who was the love of your life?”

“Tann, show us her picture.”

I never answer these questions, I never tell them your name and I never show them your picture.

But I know, the world will know by itself.

Repeat Kaafila Lyrics - Navv Inder

Bullan utte haasa mathe utte vat na Hollywood hero toh kite v ghat na (x2) Vaadeya da paka sachi Bala e sunakha (2) Chandi de rupayeae vangu gal tanke Chandi de rupayeae vangu munda tanke Kudian ch hon gabru de charche Att da shokeen rehnda ban than ke Gaddian da chalda Repeat kaafila Nikle yaaran naal Jado hikk tanke Chhitte nhi maare saami vddi dekh ke Yaar na bnae kde gaddi dekh ke Asoolan de khilaaf kade kita na koi kam Mirze de aaddi gal khiae thanke Kudian ch hon gabru de charche Att da shokeen rehnda ban than ke Gaddian da chalda Repeat kaafila Nikle yaaran naal Jado hikk tanke (x2) Saare mere yaar barrel bandook de Vekh parchaave vairi jaan shookde (x2) Maardea gym fer ghumde aa rim Gedi route utte teri vang chanke Kudian ch hon gabru de charche Att da shokeen rehnda ban than ke Gaddian da chalda Repeat kaafila Nikle yaaran naal Jado hikk tanke Dabban vich asle te hundi thaa thaa Ik phone kr billo asi mela daiae laa Uni da Manjit sada mitha bolda Naale todne v janda dhona de manke Kudian ch hon gabru de charche Att da shokeen rehnda ban than ke Gaddian da chalda Repeat kaafila Nikle yaaran naal Jado hikk tanke

Kettama Raw Cuts Lyrics

Kettama Raw Cuts Lyrics

Rebel to the grain there's no way to barricade me
Rebel to the grain there's no way to barricade me
Rebel to the grain there's no way to barricade me

Well I'm a sire, I set the microphone on fire
Rap styles vary, and carry like Mariah
I come from the Shaolin slum, and the isle I'm from
Is comin' through with nuff niggaz, and nuff guns

So if you wanna come sweatin', stressin' contestin'
You'll catch a sharp sword to the midsection
Don't talk the talk, if you can't walk the walk
Phony niggaz are outlined in chalk
A man vexed, is what the projects made me
Rebel to the grain there's no way to barricade me
Steamrollin' niggaz like a eighteen wheeler
With the drunk driver drivin', there's no survivin'

Rebel to the grain there's no way to barricade me
Steamrollin' niggaz like a eighteen wheeler
With the drunk driver drivin', there's no survivin'
Rebel to the grain there's no way to barricade me
Steamrollin' niggaz like a eighteen wheeler

Raw I'ma give it to ya, with no trivia
Raw like cocaine straight from Bolivia
My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation
Like the Emancipation Proclamation
Weak MC's approach with slang that's dead
You might as well run into the wall and bang your head
I'm pushin' force, my force your doubtin'
I'm makin' devils cower to the Caucus Mountains

Well I'm a sire, I set the microphone on fire
Rap styles vary, and carry like Mariah
I come from the Shaolin slum, and the isle I'm from
Is comin' through with nuff niggaz, and nuff guns
So if you wanna come sweatin', stressin' contestin'
You'll catch a sharp sword to the midsection

Rebel to the grain there's no way to barricade me
Rebel to the grain there's no way to barricade me

Raw I'ma give it to ya, with no trivia
Raw like cocaine straight from Bolivia
My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation
Like the Emancipation Proclamation
Weak MC's approach with slang that's dead
You might as well run into the wall and bang your head
I'm pushin' force, my force your doubtin'
I'm makin' devils cower to the Caucus Mountains

Well I'm a sire, I set the microphone on fire
Rap styles vary, and carry like Mariah
I come from the Shaolin slum, and the isle I'm from
Is comin' through with nuff niggaz, and nuff guns

So if you wanna come sweatin', stressin' contestin'
You'll catch a sharp sword to the midsection
Don't talk the talk, if you can't walk the walk
Phony niggaz are outlined in chalk

Bear Basics Lyrics

[[BEAR BASICS LYRICS - ORIGINAL SONG BY DAVID LOGAN - PAC-MAN WORLD 2]]

It's a long journey, But I am not worried, I just chomp away.

My name is Pac-Man, That's what I said, man. And that's all I wanna be.

It's an unsafe journey, It's gonna be murky, but I'll be alright, everyone's counting on me.

It may be sca-ry, I should be wa-ry, but these bears are no match for me.

I'll Rev-Roll up those steep in-clines and Butt-Bounce all the way to my vic-tory.

If I believe in myself, I can do anything. I can swim like a frog, I can fly like a bee, I am basically just what I believe. There's nothing to it.

Nothing to it.

Those nasty ghosts are up to no good again, I'll have to give them a whoopin'.

Once I gather all of the golden fruit, I'll return home and defeat Spooky again.

Being a Pac-Man, Yeah that's what I said, man. That's just all I wanna be.

I'll take on whatever comes along, get all the golden fruit, and defeat Spooky again.

Wakka Wakka, Yeah Yeah!

The Pac-Man is back!

Being a Pac-Man is great! (Being a Pac-Man is great!)

...But this time there's no cake. (But this time there's no cake.)

I Burn (Yellow Trailer) Lyrics

Red like Roses
Fills my dreams and
Brings me to the place you rest

...

White is cold
And always yearning
Burdened by a royal test

Black the beast
Descends from shadows

Yellow beauty burns
Gold

...

Mirror
Tell me something
Tell me who is the loneliest of all?
Fear
Of whats inside of me
Tell me can a heart be turned
To stone?

...

Born with, no life
Into subjugation
Treated like a worthless animal
Stripped of all rights
Just a lesser being
Crushed by cruel, ruthless human rule
When it started
All we wanted was a chance to live our lives
Now in darkness
Taking everything we want and we will rise
We'll rise
We'll rise
From shadows
We'll descend upon the world
Take back what you stole
From shadows
We'll reclaim our destiny
Set our future free
And we'll rise
And we'll rise
Above the darkness and the shame
Above the torture and the pain
Above the ridicule and hate
Above the binding of our fate

...

Come at me, and you'll see
I'm more than meets the eye
You think that
You'll break me
You're going to find in time
You're standing too close to a flame that burning
Hotter than the sun in the middle of July
Sending out your army but you still can't win
Listen up silly boy, 'cause I'm going to tell you why...
I burn!
Can't hold me down
(You got nothing!)
I burn!
Swing all you want
Like a fever, I'll take you down!

Eminem - Tonite Lyrics

I'm getting mad love, I'm snuggling hugs
Druggling thugs, smuggling drugs, juggling jobs, guzzling jugs
So here's a toast to federal checks
Hetero sex, unaffordable medical debts, huh
We travel in packs and ravel in facts and gravel in cracks
To find babbling Max, gaffling tracks
I grapple an axe for them baffling acts
The mysterious stab in the backs who dabble in wax
Still in my yard when I sculpted the culprit
The tall shit that will end up with his skull split
Then I buried the hatchet, I carried the fat chick
Butterfingers is here and it's necessary to scratch it
Baby all I wanna do is swallow one and two
Smoke a little bit and follow one of you
Back home when the party ends
So tonight I'm dropping naughty hints
To the finest women in the audience

Ayo, spiders are like tarantulas, vandealous
Living as scandalous as a television evangelist
But I can handle this, I'm the rhyme biter crime fighter
Caped crusader, taking care of undeserving lime lighters

I've got miracle lyrical capability all in me
With the agility to escape a killer bee colony
So get your cameras and capture how miraculous
I rap for all you Draculas and showed you all how whack you was
I meant it as a dis, cause you don't posses the pizzazz as this
I'm hazardous enough already as it is
Without you adding fuel to the fire
I'm cruel to the liar
Who fails to recognize my reign of hell, rule to the sire
Clinical studies show that I'm cynical
There's no one who's identical to my fresh and authentic flow

Eminem - Underground Lyrics

Dre, I'm down here, under the ground, dig me up
Broken tibias, fibias, yeah, fix me up
60 sluts, all of them dying from asphyxia
After they sip piss through a Christopher Reeves sippy cup
Dixie cups, toxins, boxes of Oxy pads
Enough Oxycontin to send a fuckin' ox to rehab
Wack job in the back in a black stocking cap
Jacking off to a hockey mask at a boxing match
(He can't say that!) Yes he can, I just did, faggot
Now guess again, better text message your next-of-kin
Tell 'em shit's about to get extra messy, especially when I flex again
And throw a fuckin' lesbian in wet cement
Faggoty, faggoty, faggoty, Raggedy Ann and Andy
No! Raggedy Andy and Andy; no, it can't be, it can't be
Yes, it can be, the fucking Anti-Christ is back, Dante
It's Satan in black satin panties
This is Amityville calamity, goddamn it
Insanity pills, fanny pack filled with Xannies
Through every nook and cranny lookin' for trannies
Milk and cookies spilled on my silk negligee, looky
Razor-ba-lades with me to make you ba-leed
Cases of Maybelline makeup lay on a table of weed
"Slim Shady? Shit sounds like a fable to me"
'til he jumps out of the fuckin' toilet when you're taking a pee!

6 semen samples, 17 strands of hair
Found in the back of a van after the shoot with Vanity Fair
Hannah Montana, prepare to elope with a can-opener
And be cut open like cantaloupe and canopy beds
And Glad bags, yeah, glad to be back
Cause last year was a tragedy that landed me smack-dab in rehab
Fuckin' doctor, I didn't understand a damn word he said
I planned to relapse the second I walked out of that bitch
Two weeks in Brighton, I ain't enlightened
Biting into a fuckin' Vicodin like I'm a Viking
Oh, lightning is striking, it might be a fuckin' sign, I need a psychic
Evaluation, Fuck Jason, it's Friday the 19th!
That means it's just a regular day
And this is the kind of shit I think of regularly
Fucking lesbian shouldn't have had her legs in the way
Now she's pregnant and gay, missin' both legs and begging to stay

Tell the critics I'm back and comin' to spit it back in abundance
Hit a fag with onions, then split a bag of Funyuns
Mad at me? Understandable, cannibal, shoot an animal
Out of a cannon and have 'em catapult at an adult
Captain of a cult, with an elite following
To turn Halloween back into a trick-or-treat holiday
Have Michael Myers lookin' like a liar, swipe his power
Replace his knife with flowers and a stack of fliers
Hit Jason Vorhees with a 40
Stuck a suppository up his ass and made him tell me a story
Gave Hannibal Lector a fuckin' nectarine and sat him
In the fuckin' fruit and vegetable section and gave him a lecture
Walked up Elm street with a fucking Wiffle bat drew
Fought Freddy Krueger and Edward Scissorhands, too
Came out with a little scratch, ooh
Lookin' like I got in a fuckin' pillow fight with a triple-fat goose
Insanity, can it be vanity? Where is the humanity
In having a twisted fantasy with an arm-and-leg amputee?
Straitjacket with a hundred eight brackets
With a strap that wraps twice around my back then they latch it
Cut your fucking head off and ask you where you're headed off to
Get it? Headed off to? Medic, this headache's awful
This anesthetic's pathetic, so's this diabetic waffle
And this prosthetic arm keeps crushing my hard taco

Eminem - It's OK Lyrics

One day I plan to be a family man, happily married
I wanna grow to be so old that I have to be carried
Til I'm glad to be buried and leave this crazy world
And have at least a half a million for my baby girl
It may be early to be planning this stuff
Cause I'm still struggling hard to be the man and it's tough
Cause man, it's been rough, but still I manage enough
I've been taken advantage of, damaged and scuffed, my hands have been cuffed
But I don't panic and huff, frantic and puff
Or plan to give up, the minute shit hits the fan, it erupts
I'm anteing up, double or nothing, I've been troubled enough
And I'm sick of struggling and suffering, see
My destiny's to rest at ease, 'til I'm impressed and pleased
With my progress, I won't settle for less than cheese
I'm on a quest to seize all, my own label to call
Way before my baby is able to crawl
I'm too stable to fall, the pressure motivates
To know I hold the weight of boulders on my shoulder blades
I see the golden gates to heaven on Earth
Where they don't pull a weapon on you when you're stepping on turf, Kyu

It's a broke day, but everything is okay
I'm up all night, but everything is alright
It's a rough week, and I don't get enough sleep
It's a long year pretending I belong here

I'm going for broke, gambling and playing for keeps
Every day in the streets, scrambling and paying for cheep
Praying for sleep, dreaming with a waterin' mouth
Wishing for a better life for my daughter and spouse
In this slaughterin' house, caught up in bouts with the root of all evil
I've seen it turn beautiful people crude and deceitful
And make them do shit illegal for these Grants and Jacksons
These transactions explain a man's actions
But in the mist of this insanity, I found my Christianity
Through God and there's a wish he granted me
He showed me how to cope with the stress
And hope for the best instead of mope and depressed
Always groping a mess of flying over the nest
To selling dope with the rest, I quit smoking cess to open my chest
Life is stressful inside this cesspool
Trying to wrestle, I almost bust a blood vessel
My little brother's trying to learn his mathematics
He's asthmatic, running home from school away from crack addicts
Kids attract static, children with automatics
Taking target practice on teens for Starter jackets
I'm using smarter tactics to overcome this slum
I won't become as dumb as some and succumb to scum
It's cumbersome, I'm trying to do well on this Earth
But it's been Hell on this Earth since I fell on this Earth

Eminem - Backstabber Lyrics

There's a joker on the loose from the psychiatric ward
His face is up on the bulletin board with a reward
He'll stab you with a sword don't be fooled by his charm
He's probably armed with intent to do bodily harm
Ring the alarm, look for a man with green hair
Check at your girl's house, he was last seen there
He's has a mean stare but usually cracks jokes
Good luck on your mission and guard your backs, folks

We got the walkie-talkies to keep us all informed
Suited up head to toe in detective uniforms
Our unit storms in, we split the ghetto in sectors
Locking down every block and put up metal detectors
Protect yours and be sure that you stand close
Watch each other's backs and guard your command post
And most of all be advised that he's wise
He could be disguised as one of your very own guys

I'm on a solo mission to find him personally
To settle the score and beat then him unmercifully
For what he first did to me
It's sure to be the last
Following footprints with a magnifying glass
To drag his lying ass back to his padded cell
I'm mad as hell, on the trail of this tattle tail
I heard a yell the voice sounded familiar
"Give me your girlfriend or I'm gonna kill ya"

I followed the voice that led down a flight of steps
Sneezing at dust, and swinging at the spider webs
Inside the depths of his basement
I taste lint in my mouth, then the lights in the place went!
I saw my life flash in front of my eyes
I felt a butcher knife slash at one of my thighs
None of my guys knew where I'm at I was doomed
Then I remembered the flashlight in my costume

Dealing with backstabbers there was one thing I learned
They're only powerful when you got your back turned
I yearned for the day that we finally met again
So I can give him a taste of his own medicine
He shed his skin, then he promised to come clean
I took his butcher knife and jabbed it into his spleen
Cuffed him at the scene then dragged the fella home
Beating him over the head with the telephone!

BIG - Dead Wrong Lyrics

There's several different levels to Devil worshippin: horse's heads,
human sacrifices, cannibalism; candles and exorcism
Animals having sex with 'em; camels mammals and rabbits
But I don't get into that, I kick the habit - I just,
beat you to death with weapons that eat through the flesh
And I never eat you unless the fucking, meat looks fresh
I got a lion in my pocket, I'm lying, I got a nine in my pocket
and baby I'm just, dying to cock him
He's ready for war, I'm ready for war
I got machetes and swords for any faggot that said he was raw
My uz' as, heavy as yours, yeah you met me before
I just didn't have as large an arsenal of weapons before
Marshall will step in the door, I lay your head on the floor
With your body spread on the bedspread, red on the wall
red on the ceiling, red on the floor, get a new whore
Met on the second, wet on the third;
then she's dead on the fourth - I'm dead wrong