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I used this beat to one of my songs , anymore

Тёмный двор и выстрелы в упор 18 на карте да мы знаем где темно Фонари на наших улицах разбиты давно йе Если жизнь кино у нас русское дерьмо Но нас не сломаешь ни дубинкой ни в сизо нет Помню всех кто рос со мной , хоть забываю мно гих Меня тащат ноги кто то тонет в среди толпы Если лишь одна женщина кому доверю тай ны На Волге в дрифте по грязи Повязаны с пацанами Пусть светит их путь огнями Мы хапнули нормально Проблемы равно характер Ниче не надо доказывать мне Пацы мутят замес , брат ты знаешь любой мамент Сколько пидоров вокруг пиздят умело что ты их кент (ну нет) Все бред

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I be on them cold night shifts The ones where you see nobody Got them numb ears I can’t hear It’s like I’m the only one the planet I be on them cold night shifts But I got that hope that I’ll make it out From stacking cages to the hundred racks I was 16 with big dreams To go from moving cheese to the platinum plaques Call me gps I know where to go To the summit we be climbing vertical Just like a ….. we never gone finish Just like pop I’m going been running the city And a To go I was 16 when I say I was gon switch Make it out be in the pictures Look, we gon switch it up like a free throw

RIP. alex benedict , RIP. greg lamarche RIP Billy , RIP. Martel God nows what im talking bout Jai dla force en moi , je suis intelligent , jmarange bien avec les gent , mais la je cache lea blessure ,Il te dira que le sang est le même pour tous, seules les couleurs changent On finit de la même façon, on tend la main aux anges Il n'y a qu'une chose qu'il ne dira pas Faudra que tu l'devines dans son regard Entre homme on se comprend, on parle pas, on snitch pas, non jparle caca , quand j'rentre dans l'aile ouisa sens les rat , jai decider changer ma vie , arreter de chill avec les faux , mon meteau fais des degat , soi corerect avec moi et jnapuira pas , la gachette , ses triste , sa fume du crack en cachette , je le savais que le gars achetais des sachet en cachette, ya virer bord de pour sa vie , ya virer bord pour ses ami , pour le love de sa mere , avant que son perel e retrouve sou la terre, tous lmonde inquiet ses pas de hier jeune chsant droguer mes pas ner hier , mais peu etre pas vivant pour voire le lendemain

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You say One for the trouble Two for the time Come on, y'all, let's rock the Yes, yes, y'all Freak, freak, y'all Funky beats, y'all Then you rock 'n roll Then you roll 'n rock And they you rockin' to the beat that just don't want you to stop Cause I'm the s to the p-double o-n-y The one mc who you can't deny Cause I'm the baby-maker, I'm the woman-taker I'm the cold-crushin lover, the heartbreaker So come on, fly girls, and please don't stop Cause I'm mc Spoonie gee, wanna hit the top And young ladies, rock on Say I was drivin' down the street on a stormy night Say up ahead there was this terrible fright There was a big fine lady, she was crossin' the street She had a box with the disco beat So I hit my brakes, but they're not all there I missed the young lady by only a hair And then I took me a look, I said, "la-di-da-di" A big fine girl, she had a hell of a body Then she looked at me and then she started switchin' So I took my key out of the ignition Got out the car and kept my mouth shut Cause my 20-20 vision was right on her butt I caught up with her, I said, "you look so fine I swear to god I wish you was mine" She said, "hey boy, you're Spoonie gee" "that's right, honey, how did you know me?" She said, "Spoonie gee, you're all the same And everybody who disco know your name" I said, "come on baby, it's not too far We gonna take a little walk to my car" Once we got to the car, then we sat in the seat And then the box was rockin' to the funky beat And then I looked at her and pushed the seat back Turned off her box and put on my 8-track And then I started rappin' without no pause Cause my mind was just gettin' in those draws And then I got in the straw, we started do it to the beat And started doin' like this, started doin' the freak Yes, yes, y'all Freak, freak, y'all Cause I'm MC Spoonie gee, I wanna be known As the metropolitician of the microphone Cause I'm a man's threat And I'm a woman's pet And I'm known as the mamsel's joy And I'm a man who fights on the microphone And who all the people enjoy, y'all Yes, yes, y'all Freak, freak, y'all And don't stop Keep on Say I was breakin' and freakin' at a disco place I met a fine girl, she had a pretty face And then she took me home, you say, "the very same night?" The girl was on and she was outta sight And then I got the girl for three hours straight But I had to go to work, so I couldn't be late I said, "where's your man?" she said, "he's in jail" I said, "come on baby, cause you're tellin' a tale Cause if he comes at me and then he wants to fight See I'mma get the man good and I'mma get him right See I'mma roll my barrel and keep the bullets still And when I shoot my shot, I'm gonna shoot to kill Cause I'm the Spoonie-spoon, I don't mess around I drop a man where he stand right into the ground You say from africa to france, say to germany Because you can't get a man tryin to mess with me Cause I'm a smooth talker, I'm the midnight stalker I'm the image of the man they call the J.D. walker If you're gonna be my girl, just come along And just clap your hands to my funky song I don't drink, I don't smoke, I don't gamble neither And most people call me a woman pleaser Cause I keep their phone numbers on the shelf I go to make love, and then keep it to myself So no one's gonna know what I'm doin' to you Not your sister, brother, niece

block niggas Chris Bosh these niggas I got figures pish posh to niggas I dump niggas, jump, criss cross these niggas The pump leave ‘em slumped, in the car seat nigga The skunk in the trunk was an awkward nigga That thought he didn’t need to have caution with him A cornball with a Boston fitted I said hold up my nigga man this shit crazy You fucked AYLEK$ man that shit crazy Nigga said he out here running threesomes with the Nigga that’s in court dealing with the kid cases I’ma hit a stain then I hit a bad one Pull up on da nigga hold em up for ransom I got five plaques this year, you did whole song with Eminem and still don’t even have one nigga Damn, my lil homie that’s a bad one nigga Really feel bad for you it’s a sad one nigga Hold your head steady maybe you could have one nigga Hit me for a hook and maybe get a plaque young nigga Shout go out to Wayno and Ak my nigga Tomorrow they’ll be talking ‘bout you got smacked young nigga From the pack my nigga I’m keeping this shit a stack, my nigga That “Litty” verse was wack, my nigga They go hard my dawg, but I go harder nigga Atcha head with the fade like a barber nigga Try to come for the boat and I’ma harbor niggas Be smart like a Harvard nigga don’t start with niggas And he gotta problem with us But I know how to solve it nigga This is my son I’ma tell ‘em like Star Wars, “Lucas, I’m your father” nigga You a perpetrating, work for hire, twerk for payment Busta Rhymes impersonating, worthless baby, irks him daily Hurts to say it, burger flipping, birthed in 80s Tryna be a 90s baby, thirty something tryna chase it Tryna make it, rocks designer, kinda fakes it Hates to face it That he’ll never be a nigga that be placed for A-list, niggas damn Here’s what he’s thinking right now “I’m Joyner Lucas, why did I start it with this guy? Tory Lanez coming back what am I gonna do this time? They ain’t like none of my diss lines Everybody knows I can spit it in quick time Even if the lines is as shitty as 6ix9ine’s But this time they ain’t really letting me get by Fuck I’m finna do with this shit now? Damn I know this nigga finna be wild Knowin’ this nigga bout to kill me on it OD now Don’t nobody ever wanna book me for a show I ain’t got no songs when I go I spit freestyles Try to make songs ‘bout depression But nobody ever get it So I take it out on popping niggas beats now I ain’t never ever trapped I ain’t never slung a gat But the world don’t know so fuck it, I’m a G now” Man, what the fuck wrong with him? I know something wrong with him I got a hundred bunch o’ bullets ‘bout to put ‘em all in him Nigga walked in with a hundred rounds in him And he seen a nigga chicken I was comin’ down in it Glock nine nigga gotta run around with it I’ma son a nigga, keep it at least one-a-round with it Backpack niggas ain’t sellin’ no records Better dumb it down with it when you come around with it (Outro}: This shit is easy man Yo it’s crazy nigga I’m really-, I’m really-, I’m really being very generous, you know? Like I’m really doing you a favor, it’s not a lot of niggas in my status that come down just to, you know, to come down and spank you niggas, pause man It’s crazy, but you know I’ma do for you what niggas didn’t do for me - that’s older brother status So if you blow from this point on, I’m your cosign nigga, you know what it is Ayy Slow, that’s facts right?

Play "Straight Flowin Fr…" on Amazon Music Unlimited (ad) [Verse 1: The Main] I ain’t ever fucking with no sneak diss Best get off my dick boy You better not repeat this Nigga’s talking shit you know they finna get hit No matter what me and my boys be staying lit Lyrical genius you ain’t ever seen this So stay in your lane with all that ugly mumble shit Talking at me man like i give a fuck Now imma talk to you so you better listen up Skinny nikki n***e getting brain dead I don’t give a fuck what them lames said Old girl wanna give the boy head How about a little bitty, good loving instead We all gonna die someday So why not have it happen today You can end your life Or maybe live it right Niggas don’t take no bite We just steal your bitch In the middle of the night[Verse 2: The Main] Juulin and boolin You know what we doing We up in here brewing We ain't ever fooling Only ever shooting I started pursuing my dream Even though it seems That I ain’t got a team You know we supreme Like Supreme Patty With all our baddies You better drop that addy So I can pull up And fuck you in the late night(Are we finished here? We got a show to do Just watch yourself)[Verse 3: The Main]

ain’t ever fucking with no sneak diss Best get off my dick boy You better not repeat this Nigga’s talking shit you know they finna get hit No matter what me and my boys be staying lit Lyrical genius you ain’t ever seen this So stay in your lane with all that ugly mumble shit Talking at me man like i give a fuck Now imma talk to you so you better listen up Skinny nikki n***e getting brain dead I don’t give a fuck what them lames said Old girl wanna give the boy head How about a little bitty, good loving instead We all gonna die someday So why not have it happen today You can end your life Or maybe live it right Niggas don’t take no bite We just steal your bitch In the middle of the night

Cette fois encore la police est l’ennemie (This time again, the police is the enemy) Je zieute la meute, personne ne pieute (I see the pack, no one is sleeping) Ca sent l’émeute, ça commence, la foule crie vengeance (It feels like a riot, it begins, the crowd screams vengeance) Par tous les moyens nécessaires, réparer l’offense (By all the means necessary, repair the offense) La ville est quadrillée, les rues sont barrées (The city is locked-down, the streets are closed) Zieuter (v): take a look at something Pieuter (v): crash, bunk, sleep 8. “365 Jours” (365 days) by Oxmo Puccino

J’ai été mercenaire, plutôt que missionnaire (I was a mercenary rather than a missionary) Je regrette, et pour être honnête je souhaite que Dieu me fouette (I regret and for that I wish that God whips me) Dieu, Tu es la lettre, il faut que l’on Te respecte (God, you are the letter [of the law], one must respect you) Archange, comprends-moi au nom du père (Archangel, understand me in the name of the father) Certains me trouvent exceptionnel mais j’ai pas fait l’élémentaire (Some find me exceptional but I havent done the basics) Le mic’ pleure, la feuille pleure, le bic pleure (The mic cries, the sheet [of paper] cries, the Bic [pen] cries) Et sous le saule pleureur: Solaar pleure (And under the weeping willow: Solaar cries) (Note: A quick warning that the content of this video may be inappropriate for some viewers.) 6. “Esclave de Votre Société” (Slave of your company) by Assassin

I USE THIS BEAT BROHHH...!!

It's rock-n-roll to me, there's no controlling me I sold my soul and stole the gold from royalty I'm locked and loaded until the motor overheat I'll rock the boat in seas I'm not supposed to be The Holy Ghost is in my broken bones And Heaven only knows what bein' broke awoke in me The homes of those who tried to slow my roll And throw me to the wolves will turn up burnt and smolderin' I fillin' the coffins with everything that I wanted And then I'll drag them behind me so they will not be forgotten I hit the bottle so often that when I did hit the bottom It didn't even hurt even a bit but now I proceed with caution And I've been haunted by rotten bodies, the path that I've plotted Been full of haters and demons, I burn the bridge when I cross it I got a dollar in my pocket that I'm savin' just in case I get to where I'm headed and I still need change I feel the ghost of rock-n-roll take hold of me An overdose of I don't care what you believe So fuck 'em all, I'm Jimmy Page, I'm Kurt Cobain I'm Rolling Stones, lay Guns N' Roses across my grave Ashes to ashes mama Ashes to ashes papa There's blood and guts to me, it's mud and rust to me That type of feelin' when you love destructively It's claws are stuck in me, it promise luxury If I said I trust you, you are dumb for trustin' me Hate me publicly, or wait for company Or pray to God your Devil never summons me Either way you don't have shit to say With all the Tom MacDonald, you exist because of me I'm fuelin' the fire with little beautiful liars They burn the brightest and I pull out every tooth with the pliers They get a funeral suitable for the winners that ruined All the truth in my music, I took the food out the fryer I've been hell and back without a burn, my boots made of iron I keep a cooler full of booze 'cause I'm a juvenile tyrant I never lose I get with Lucifer and he knows who I am So when you meet him say I said "What up" there's zero survivors I feel the ghost of rock-n-roll take hold of me An overdose of I don't care what you believe So fuck 'em all, I'm Jimmy Page, I'm Kurt Cobain I'm Rolling Stones, lay Guns N' Roses across my grave Ashes to ashes mama Ashes to ashes papa Breakout bands, they want no revenge 'Cause fuck I got plans All I need is my fans With the world in my hands I'm burnin' the people who said that I can't I'm burnin' the churches that worship the damned Then housin' the holy wherever I stand I feel the ghost of rock-n-roll take hold of me An overdose of I don't care what you believe So fuck 'em all, I'm Jimmy Page, I'm Kurt Cobain I'm Rolling Stones, lay Guns N' Roses across my grave Ashes to ashes mama Ashes to ashes papa Submit Corrections Play "Ashes" on Amazon Music Unlimited (ad) Writer(s): Nova Paholek, Thomas Macdonald AZLyrics T Tom MacDonald Lyrics album: "Ghostories" (2019) Ghostories Everybody Hates Me Bully

Y'all are so confused Y'all don't have vaginas or some boobs And you still don't know which bathroom you should choose Man, y'all are so appalled Born with a penis and some balls And you still don't know which gender you are called man Y'all been so emasculated All your blood and sweat and tears evaporated Now you're just some beta males convinced that alpha men are Satan Y'all been brainwashed, to call yourselves some gentlemen I call it how I see it, y'all ain't sensitive you're feminine Y'all don't have no backbone Your skeletons are gelatin Your whole life is boo hoo Your veins are full of estrogen And I'm as girl power as anyone else But pro-women slowly became the code name for anti-male They call it toxic masculinity We better let the doctor know Please remove our testicles They produce testosterone Amputate my Adam's apple, I feel way too different I think they'd like me better if I was like all the women, help (Ahhhhh somebody help!) You said "be a man" And now it's like that I am I'm everything you can't stand Cause I'm the man And I can see that you're mad Cause you wanna be the man so bad Cause bitch I'm the man Y'all are just embarrassed If you tried to compare us You would see that you ain't a man no more Cause bitch I'm the man Y'all were too encouraged Now you don't have the courage To just show up and be a man no more Y'all are so upset Mixing up your gender with your sex Because you have a beard and like to wear a dress man Y'all are so progressive Identify as Jesus resurrected When we ask you for some proof you get defensive man They say that it's okay to cry, they're teaching boys to get bullied And we don't teach 'em to fight so now they're avoiding it fully You're breeding men who get married who can't protect or provide When someone breaks into their crib, they hide behind their wives man Wax off all that hair on your chest Tuck your dick between your legs and picture you with some breasts You grew a beard and bought some flannel but you can't build a fence Y'all the perfect examples of some millennial men Got no competitive spirit Can't deal with hard work you fear it Afraid of manual labor I swear I can't take y'all serious Rather pay for a service instead of gaining experience Y'all gon' bleed to death if you don't put a plug in that period ugh You said "be a man" And now it's like that I am I'm everything you can't stand Cause I'm the man And I can see that you're mad Cause you wanna be the man so bad Cause bitch I'm the man Y'all are just embarrassed If you tried to compare us You would see that you ain't a man no more Cause bitch I'm the man Y'all were too encouraged Now you don't have the courage To just show up and be a man no more Cause bitch I'm the man Y'all can be whoever you want I was born to be the man that you aren't And I ain't tripping if your energy's wrong Y'all just angry that the enemy's strong So be a

Where'd all these suicidal sad rappers come from? They showed up with those mumble rapper dumb-dums They been prayin' on people with mental illness And pretendin' to relate to get paid and create a business They claim to be anxious, say they're depressed They fakin' it to gain somethin' in common with some fans for a check It's over diagnosed so it's becomin' a trend To say that you're crazy, or insane, or that you're sick in the head They romanticize the mental pain, we're barely survivin' And then they glorify the men and women losin' their lives I'm talkin' Cobain, Lil Peep, Winehouse, Jackson, Williams, Cornell, Bennington Imagine all the icons that we buried prolly turnin' in their grave So they can witness how this sickness is bein' used to get paid These rappers fabricating symptoms for fame Their mental illness is the money on their mind It started rotten their brains, yeah Y'all ain't real from the chains to the gear to the grills Now it's pain, talkin' tears, takin' pills Y'all ain't real, I can see it in your eyes, all lies Y'all guys don't know how we feel Y'all ain't real enough to deal with us To feel the love nah-nah-nah-nah Y'all just make believe, you claim to be The same as me, nah-

ain't wanna get caught so I used my thirty-eight I had my gloves on real tight, mask on my face I got a Glock where my dick at, a brick where my wrist at No, this ain't a party, but the Draco got some kicks, yeah Send a diss, I won't talk back, murder? Yeah, I'm 'bout that He was talkin' out his head, I put a price on his ballcap Hit him in his shoulder, Chris Brown, make him pop-lock Lurkin' in yo' section in a rental, I'm on opp watch Gat take his soul, give him wings, make him fly high And I don't know how to dance, but with that chopper I'ma cha-cha was tough up on the 'Gram 'til I saw him out in person This niggas talkin' all that shit, now the young nigga nervous Put them holes in his body, now he gotta go in surgery I'm a lil' nigga with a big stick My Drako called Jackie Chan 'cause that bitch kick And I'm pimpin' all these bad hoes, Slick Ricks And I don't stop shootin' my gun until that bitch click Ay, this is gangsta talk and niggas can't relate I saw my opp out in public, I boost the murder rate I ain't wanna get caught so I used my thirty-eight I had my gloves on real tight, mask on my face Ay, this is gangsta talk and niggas can't relate I saw my opp out in public, I boost the murder rate I ain't wanna get caught so I used my thirty-eight I had my gloves on real tight, mask on my face Play "Gangsta Talk" on Amazon Music Unlimited (ad) TwitterWhatsAppFacebookSMS

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Маску на face, чтобы не видеть всех этим дилемм Мы сейчас вместе, но я знаю точно что лишь временно Снова я здесь, снова один, ебучее чувство, будто отшельник И так every night, и так everyday, кто твой идеал, покажет лишь время 2р.

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Yo k.hen...hmu bro I got the spirit of ur beat G... I'm G-congo from the motherland

Yo nice beat

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That one who disliked it must get shot in the ass

Nice beat bro ❤️❤️❤️🔥

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This beat sucks y’all cappin too hard for no reason

what is this effect called on this video?

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