Lil Dušan-World Cup 2026-(Mix: 7, and Scale: Major) (Official audio).
[Hook] World Cup '26, lights brighter than a strip club, Three countries hostin', turnin' turf to a blood club. 48 teams battle, no mercy, no love, I'm spittin' these bars while the globe watches from above. [Verse 3] Group of Death wilder than a prison yard riot, England think they kings but gettin' sent home quiet. France with the flair, but we pressin' high like a debt collector, Mbappé speed demon, still get bodied by a selector. Mexico City thunder, fans shakin' the stands, El Tri warriors paint the pitch with rival blood on they hands. Canada cold-blooded, ice in they veins, Surprisin' the Euros, leavin' 'em cryin' in the rain. USA home turf, stars born in the MLS grind, Pulisic pullin' strings, defense deaf, dumb, and blind. Underdogs from Senegal, Morocco, they hungry as fuck, Dribble through legs, leave defenders stuck in the muck. [Hook] World Cup '26, lights brighter than a strip club, Three countries hostin', turnin' turf to a blood club. 48 teams battle, no mercy, no love, I'm spittin' these bars while the globe watches from above. [Verse 4] Quarterfinals hit, legends gettin' exposed, One bad pass and your whole legacy gettin' hosed. Argentina without Leo? They lookin' lost as shit, Brazil flair turn to nightmares when the pressure hit. MetLife final, 80k deep in the belly of the beast, Fireworks explode, whole world feastin' on the feast. Penalty shootouts, nerves tighter than a virgin's first night, Keeper divin' left, ball kissin' net — pure delight. From Vancouver rain to Dallas heatwave blast, Every match a movie, every tackle a body cast. Haters say soccer's soft? Step on this pitch and get wrecked, Cleats to the chest, broken dreams on the turf, what’s next? [Hook] World Cup '26, lights brighter than a strip club, Three countries hostin', turnin' turf to a blood club. 48 teams battle, no mercy, no love, I'm spittin' these bars while the globe watches from above. Fuck the predictions, fuck the odds, we rewrite the script, Goals flyin' like bullets, watch the scoreboard get ripped. North America takeover, feel the fuckin' quake, Copa '26 — crown me king or catch this fade!
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[Hook] World Cup '26, lights brighter than a strip club, Three countries hostin', turnin' turf to a blood club. 48 teams battle, no mercy, no love, I'm spittin' these bars while the globe watches from above. [Verse 3] Group of Death wilder than a prison yard riot, England think they kings but gettin' sent home quiet. France with the flair, but we pressin' high like a debt collector, Mbappé speed demon, still get bodied by a selector. Mexico City thunder, fans shakin' the stands, El Tri warriors paint the pitch with rival blood on they hands. Canada cold-blooded, ice in they veins, Surprisin' the Euros, leavin' 'em cryin' in the rain. USA home turf, stars born in the MLS grind, Pulisic pullin' strings, defense deaf, dumb, and blind. Underdogs from Senegal, Morocco, they hungry as fuck, Dribble through legs, leave defenders stuck in the muck. [Hook] World Cup '26, lights brighter than a strip club, Three countries hostin', turnin' turf to a blood club. 48 teams battle, no mercy, no love, I'm spittin' these bars while the globe watches from above. [Verse 4] Quarterfinals hit, legends gettin' exposed, One bad pass and your whole legacy gettin' hosed. Argentina without Leo? They lookin' lost as shit, Brazil flair turn to nightmares when the pressure hit. MetLife final, 80k deep in the belly of the beast, Fireworks explode, whole world feastin' on the feast. Penalty shootouts, nerves tighter than a virgin's first night, Keeper divin' left, ball kissin' net — pure delight. From Vancouver rain to Dallas heatwave blast, Every match a movie, every tackle a body cast. Haters say soccer's soft? Step on this pitch and get wrecked, Cleats to the chest, broken dreams on the turf, what’s next? [Hook] World Cup '26, lights brighter than a strip club, Three countries hostin', turnin' turf to a blood club. 48 teams battle, no mercy, no love, I'm spittin' these bars while the globe watches from above. Fuck the predictions, fuck the odds, we rewrite the script, Goals flyin' like bullets, watch the scoreboard get ripped. North America takeover, feel the fuckin' quake, Copa '26 — crown me king or catch this fade!