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Ora Kannala Song Remix


over vandhale avan stance edukkuraan..
kaala neetiye romba dhooram adikiraan
Vanavillattam avan wagon wheel daaaa
Valachu potten da adhu Chris Gayle da

 7 adi size la
irukkuran payapulla
anna nada nadandhu varan center pitch la

 run edukka odala
moochu vaangi verkala
mutti pottu mutham tharan vella gloves laaa

 light house velichathula adicha balla kanom
manasukkulla vanjam vechu velukkuranda naalum
light house velichathula adicha balla kanom
manasukkulla vanjam vechu velukkuranda naalum

 Sondha oorula oru purple cap da
kedachu pochuda naan ketta piece-u da
left hand la medium pace speed dhaan
Opposition wicket ellam valachu pottutaaan

 20 over match la
3 wicket vakkula
solli solli edukkuranda Vinay mappila

 IPL 6 la
kallis illa zaheer illa
aadu puli aatam thaane RCB la

 adaki pudikka mudiyaatha vanga kadal kuthira(Gayle)
octopus meena pola vanthutttanda  ethirey(Vinay)
adaki pudikka mudiyaatha vanga kadal kuthira(Gayle)
octopus meena pola vanthutttanda  ethirey(Vinay)

 over vandhale avan six adikkiraaaan..
kaala neetiye romba dhooram adikiraan
Vanavillattam avan wagon wheel daaaa
Valachu potten da adhu Chris Gayle da
maaman inge image damage agi ukandurukan
nee inga un success story solli scene pottutu irukiya

 sorry pa

 thala per enna

 KOHLI en?

 motha detailum kudu

 manja cappala
Kohli ya mokka kuduthavaa
oththa aalilla
oru moththa team da

 antha team pera thaan
ivan marakka mudiyala
ivan potte scene ku
oru paruppum vegala

 Image ennum valaiyila
maatikinu thavikura
atharava ivanukkinga yaarum illada

 naalu team ah jeichitta
Ketta varthae pesitta
Dhoni kitta poi  neeyum notta mudiyumaa

 sogatha nee kaathula thaan parakka vidu nanba
un machan  oothi kuduppan(mallya) nee beer-a kudi themba
sogatha nee kaathula thaan parakka vidu nanba
un machan oothi kuduppan(mallya) nee beer-a kudi themba
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