Dhyan De Lyrics

Aah ek number
To sun
Hard hoon main dikhne mein
Hard hoon main likhne mein
Andar se soft
Lekin hard hoon main bikne mein
Bikta nahi beta kaam mera mehnga
Baaki beche mere umar mein lahanga
Lerele derele biwi ko kahrele i love you
Baki saare phatke bhi derele
Maara maari karrele

Baap se naii darrele
Chauke mein jaama
Phir baat bhi naii karrele
Oh
Beta aankh to khol
Jo bhi maine bola
Chhote saath mere bol
Muthi band tera
Chal chhote haath to khol
Baki boloonga baad mein
Chal band kar ye dhol
Aaj bhi karta hoon galti
Naa mari maine palti
Kabaadi pe savaari
Hai re soch tere kal ki
Haan meri maine soch
Ye bimari thi akal ki haan
Kala pada chehra mera
Mehanat shakal ki
Dekh flow mera naa leta break
Main to kha leta plet
Main to khalega bas kar be
In rapron ko ghar bhejoon bas karke
Apun khadele hip hop ke daphtar pe

Tu to sardard hai
Pet peechhe baat kiya tu to naa mard hai
Maine nahi dala bhaau mere bhaau badh gaye
Mera jon hi alag mera baal badgaye
Aur chal badgaye
Hum badgaye
Jo bhi nahi bada
Mehanat main kam padagye
Ab isse jyaada boloonga to bam phatenge
Sirf bam phatenge
Sirf bam phatenge phat

Mere ede chale thopde mein
Tede chali thopneka naii
Jyaada thokne ka naii
Thak thak thak
Rukne naii sada thokne
Thokne ka naii
Khudko rokney ka naii
Sada chalte re lala
Laga le taala
Button dabaaya to
Batti ujala
Sabakuchh yahi pe
Hai ijzat kamaana
Ijzat gawaya
To chaltere bala
Kyon

Laga bata dikha bata kaha
Mere jis kisi ka yaha flow hai
Kaafi bachche karrele hai koshish
Naii hora inse ye bohat jyaada slow hai
Bohat sara flow hai mere paas sunane
Abhi to shuruvaat hai
Kuch bhi tu suna naii
Likha piti kiya kam
Maara peeti beat se
Gyan dera raipron ko
Dhyan de re beat pe

Dhyan de dhyan de
Dhyan de
Kraytwinz on the beat

ah number one
so listen
I am hard looking
I am hard to write
soft inside
But I am hard to sell
Son, my work is not sold, it is expensive.
sell the rest lehenga at my age
Lerele derele wife ko kaharele i love you
All the other beats also got delayed
mara mari karrele

Don't be afraid of your father
gathered at the post
Then let's talk again
oh
Son, open your eyes
whatever i said
small with my words
my fist is yours
Come on, open your little hands!
I will tell you the rest later
stop this drum
I still make mistakes today
I didn't die, I turned around.
ride on junk
Are you thinking about your tomorrow?
yes my I thought
Yes, this was a disease of the mind.
my face is art
it took a lot of hard work
Look, my flow doesn't take breaks.
I would have eaten the plate
I will be happy just do it
I should just send these rappers home
Apun Khadele Hip Hop Office Pe

you are a headache
You talked behind your stomach, you are a man.
I did not put it brother, my brother increased.
My hair grows in a different zone
and moved on
we grew up
whatever is not big
I fell short of hard work
If I say more than this, bombs will explode.
only bombs will explode
only bombs will explode

follow me in thopada
Nai to impose crookedly
no need to hit too much
knock knock knock
Never stop, always knock
hammer hammer
no way to stop myself
Always keep going Lala
lock it
when the button is pressed
light light
everything is here
to earn respect
lost respect
so let's go boy
why

I thought, tell me, show me, tell me where?
My whoever has flow here
Many children are trying hard
Nai hora, this is much slower than these.
I have a lot of flow to share
this is just the beginning
you didn't hear anything
wrote beaten less
hit with pt beat
gyan dera to rappers
pay attention to the beat

pay attention pay attention
pay attention
Kraytwinz on the beat