Відео

Love Hate Cherish Throw away Everything new Stain like paint don’t gotta fade My raps a poem Ima poet with the flow My eyes lows Stomp the yard

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Demônios perseguem a mente do menino Ele sempre sentiu falta mas nunca faltou sorriso Minha história é pelo certo tira tudo a limpo Pra filha do vereador passei um veredito Mil regras não sigo, manos tentam ter estilo

Is my music good

hard 🔥🔥🔥

And I'm meditating on vacation elevietiy

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he knows 🌊🌊🌊

Keep running Fuck standing on business keep chasing the bag Tired of thinking I could if I had Kept running .

anh chỉ muốn được flow, on the show, let them know ya this world freezing cold, all them hoe, bọn diều hâu già keêp it on the low, and im mấy bọn diều hâu này, đã đói bụng được lâu ngày anh chỉ muốn có một ngày, bay lên trên cao, cũng mấy thằng anh em viêt nam airline, anh thật đẹp trai em thì đẹp gái, yeah that alright i aint got no hoe, baby no, anh cũng đâu muốn giấu Tất cả những giây phút cạnh nhau, anh chẳng tiếc, nếu như em đã cáu Có lẽ con tim đã quặn đau, trong giây phút, em bắt đầu cào cấu Baby girl không cần đâu, em vẫn nói, anh xấu như cá sấu anh muốn feeling good all day, cơ hội nắm trong bàn tay có công việc phải làm ngày, nắm tay em vào lúc cuối ngày anh vẫn phải đi dạy hàng ngày, học sinh trường lớp mà mấy tờ giấy trên xe đi tận 20 cây, không cần biết ngày mấy, em ở đâu chẳng thấy ngày làm việc, tám tiết, thầy vẫn dạy tâm huyết, chẳng buồn mệt, vẫn tiếp ngồi bàn tiệc, cùng đồng nghiệp, và lời nhạc vẫn viết vì con tim anh biết, anh sẽ mãi rap tiếp, cuộc đời mình ra hết, đến khi nào anh dead anh đã mong trở thành rapstar xây dựng tương lai thật khác xa và mọi ánh mắt đều nhìn vào khi mà ta bước ra ở trên sân khấu là chúng ta tất cả những đồng ti

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Ever since I got a rap buzz Point out hose like I work in woodies Imagine if I never locked in fully The bitch gon bark like an xl bully I don’t wanna talk about feeling Sorry bae if I been misleading She tell me the male species trash Maths exam only time I’ve cheated Rap boy, posh but I still spit harder No I’m not feeling the pressure Pushing back it like a terrible barber Still stepping I don’t Garda I 40 parked up at the zara I zip my hoodie And be on my toes Card declined fuck paying attention And spending time If my cash not growing It’s up I know where I’m going My late night shyt tell me “as you should ‘ It’s KAEYAN I come north Dublin and they all know me in my hood She heard the glurpings verse and unblocked me Like say everything be good I took the C from contemplating Hopped the stu and I turn it to cooked Who’s gonna say it’s not crack My price went up no reason to lack Fuck that , no I never in the trap It’s rap , school days I was putting my fist up Real g and I won’t ever switch up This one think I’m fuck boy rapper Top grafter I been on deen And she give me brain like she got a masters I never show no fear Hate me and now they love and it’s weird Izzy just got nominated for award No breaks all gas next year 2 , 10’s and they best friends I’m active I’m telling bro he should my beer Friends tell you that your hard It’s crazy fuck it i don’t think none you clear No handouts I carry my belt Like cali Im top of the self Babe how did you fit in that corset Won’t lie im tryna see for myself I’m in spot with speakers kicking They fuck my sound and no body else Round of applause when she throwing it back Tunnel vision I’m chasing bag Old flex went new and its class They love me whenever I post on gram It’s light Forg is chatting me on a iPhone 6 I ain’t getting no instant reply This girl still look 10 out 10 Red flags I seen em with 4 of my eyes I get rude when nothing feel nice I can’t wait til im so in my bag I wanna go shop and not look at the price Ever since I got a rap buzz Point out hose like I work in woodies Imagine if I never locked in fully The bitch gon bark like an xl bully I don’t wanna talk about feeling Sorry bae if I been misleading She tell me the male species trash Maths exam only time I’ve cheated Rap boy, posh but I still spit harder No I’m not feeling the pressure I’m Pushing back it like a terrible barber Still stepping I don’t Garda I 40 parked up at the zara I zip my hoodie And be on my toes Card declined fuck paying attention And spending time If my cash not growing Test the water , spin the boat I lay back Hit my final form like the main man Pussy wet I’m calling her funtasia I cant say I’m sorry I don’t feel the feeling Baby i dont feel no sorrow You say it’s fuck me I guess it’s fuck u2 Still pay my respect to bono I’m living come up pand you niggas follow

Exactly what I like 💯💯

2 g dentro al backwoods spengo e riaccendo non è per moda fanculo al successo eh si sto correndo da due anni e mezzo mollato scuola poi ho capito il senso

Jesus Saves, God Bless✝️

Shi got me levitatin

Don’t Talk About It Gon Be About It Cuz I’m Ready On Da Way To See About It They Ain’t Bustin Down A Check Nigga I Doubt It Stay Connected To Da Streets Yea They Surround Me

Just tell me you proud of me Can’t buy you a Prada bag But I’ll buy you a C Trying to get up behind that cus I can’t believe what I’m seeing

Yea She Jus Keep It Actin Bad On My Young Nigga Shawty an There Ain’t Lookin Back Brand New Paper Tag Switchin Lanez Hella Fast Lame Nigga Be About It Sick My Youngins On Da Ass

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BandLab anyone?

Yea this that shit

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This one cold aiden!

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He whallin fr 😩

Ahhh that's hard 🔥🔥🔥

Vibes 🔥

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so nice not having to use the full 3 minutes

Incredible

Not the one!!!!!

i can speak that shit make ya feel i angeles cry beofte that shit come out ya mouth just make ya never lien before i wake up smoke a backwood i gotta pray to god ill never ever say i love i gotta see yo vibe

Yeah I got the purp And I ain’t talking drink and I ain’t talking syrup Yeah I got that work 50 kilos, I done put it into the dirt Yeah All she do is twerk When she with me she know just how I work You wouldn’t even believe me Came up from nothing now I’m Your tv They wouldn’t even see me Now I’m up a some thank god that they made me 503 claim me still rep 702 cause they made me They don’t talk Just pay me Walking up on stage Like I’m Brady They don’t mock They ain’t me They just wish they could roll Beside me The way I walk The way I talk The way I made it up and bossed The way I criss The way I cross The way i made up from a loss Flash my money just like I’m Ross

beat fire ngl if the instruments and effects u using sounds diff from other producers but beat was almost the same alll the time gng

Is my music good

Nah this the best best one so far I'm going through them all rn this the one caught me and all the others hard 🔥🔥🔥🔥

Open my eyes and I pray Thank god I get to see another day Right all of my wrongs it’s never to late where there’s a will there’s a way

Angel better

I will be the next biggest artiste ever

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is my music hard on this beat

Couplet 1 : Imagine, y’a plus d’rêves, juste des écrans qui nous possèdent Les gosses rêvent plus d’se barrer, ils savent même pas où ça mène Les cieux sont vides, mais l’sol crame sous nos pieds On veut du cash pour survivre, pas d’l’amour pour exister. Plus d’bibles, plus d’croix, juste des tweets et des likes On prie pour des billets, on sacrifie nos vibes Imagine un monde où la mort c’est juste des stats Et où chaque larme versée se noie sous un contrat. Refrain : Tu dis qu’je rêve, mais ouvre tes yeux, frérot C’est pas un cauchemar, c’est l’réel qui frappe trop Un jour peut-être, tout s’écroulera sans bruit Mais l’homme est bête, il court après ce qui le détruit. Couplet 2 : Imagine, y’a plus d’pays, mais l’même combat partout Flics, drones, caméras, tout c’qu’on fait est sous verrou On a brisé les chaînes, mais pas les chaînes mentales La liberté, c’est juste un mot dans un monde digital. Les religions sont mortes, mais les algos sont dieux Tu crois choisir ta route, mais on t’programme tes vœux Imagine qu’la haine s’achète comme des baskets Et qu’la paix s’télécharge dans un fichier obsolète. Refrain : Tu dis qu’je rêve, mais ouvre tes yeux, frérot C’est pas un cauchemar, c’est l’réel qui frappe trop Un jour peut-être, tout s’écroulera sans bruit Mais l’homme est bête, il court après ce qui le détruit. Pont : Pas d’possessions ? Faut pas m’prendre pour un clown Les gens crèvent pour des Air Max, se battent pour un iPhone Imagine qu’y ait plus d’faim, mais des corps obèses Les ventres pleins explosent pendant qu’la Terre fait un malaise. On veut la paix ? Regarde nos vies, c’est des mirages Des cœurs brisés maquillés derrière des messages Imagine, mais le réel est trop violent Chaque rêve est un flingue chargé qui vise nos enfants. Outro : Tu dis qu’je rêve, mais j’réveille ceux qui dorment L’avenir s’écrit en noir, gravé sur un uniforme Un jour peut-être, on s’retrouvera dans l’néant Mais avant ça, l’homme s’ra son propre feu ardent.

Couplet 1 : Imagine, y’a plus d’rêves, juste des écrans qui nous possèdent Les gosses rêvent plus d’se barrer, ils savent même pas où ça mène Les cieux sont vides, mais l’sol crame sous nos pieds On veut du cash pour survivre, pas d’l’amour pour exister. Plus d’bibles, plus d’croix, juste des tweets et des likes On prie pour des billets, on sacrifie nos vibes Imagine un monde où la mort c’est juste des stats Et où chaque larme versée se noie sous un contrat. Refrain : Tu dis qu’je rêve, mais ouvre tes yeux, frérot C’est pas un cauchemar, c’est l’réel qui frappe trop Un jour peut-être, tout s’écroulera sans bruit Mais l’homme est bête, il court après ce qui le détruit. Couplet 2 : Imagine, y’a plus d’pays, mais l’même combat partout Flics, drones, caméras, tout c’qu’on fait est sous verrou On a brisé les chaînes, mais pas les chaînes mentales La liberté, c’est juste un mot dans un monde digital. Les religions sont mortes, mais les algos sont dieux Tu crois choisir ta route, mais on t’programme tes vœux Imagine qu’la haine s’achète comme des baskets Et qu’la paix s’télécharge dans un fichier obsolète. Refrain : Tu dis qu’je rêve, mais ouvre tes yeux, frérot C’est pas un cauchemar, c’est l’réel qui frappe trop Un jour peut-être, tout s’écroulera sans bruit Mais l’homme est bête, il court après ce qui le détruit. Pont : Pas d’possessions ? Faut pas m’prendre pour un clown Les gens crèvent pour des Air Max, se battent pour un iPhone Imagine qu’y ait plus d’faim, mais des corps obèses Les ventres pleins explosent pendant qu’la Terre fait un malaise. On veut la paix ? Regarde nos vies, c’est des mirages Des cœurs brisés maquillés derrière des messages Imagine, mais le réel est trop violent Chaque rêve est un flingue chargé qui vise nos enfants. Outro : Tu dis qu’je rêve, mais j’réveille ceux qui dorment L’avenir s’écrit en noir, gravé sur un uniforme Un jour peut-être, on s’retrouvera dans l’néant Mais avant ça, l’homme s’ra son propre feu ardent.