Відео

These are but the vanishing echoes of a time that will never come again.

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same feeling as listening to resonance

noiceeeee

yooo

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Curren$y - Flight Briefing

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Laziommerda

Laziommerda

2014 and 2016 good times 😢

This slowed down version sounds like a Save Room Theme from Resident Evil

Bro is drinking frutiger aero

i felt thirsty after watching that one frutiger aero video

I would give anything to be a child again, happy and innocent...

Im almost done with Highschool, But i dont wanna grow up.

this will be earth in 2007 😮

You make the best slowed and reverbed music ever I swear.

The music matches the font and it hits.

🐠🫧💻 ahh music

the original nas 😎

can you slow meet the grahams down?

🔥

loved this song ! what is the genre?

we’re back to 2004 and watching frutiger aero with this one

😊

miss ur masterpieces bro , hope u comeback soon !

Ok guys im closing my eyes ( Going back to my childhood)

Memories: old game,windows xp,windows 7,minecraft music

It’s beautiful sounds like a game save room theme it’s the most beautiful thing iheard ihear and feel everything iv ever felt all once when ihear this

I appreciate that he let the video play out to the end of the race, even if it was just in silence. Satisfying close. Got really invested.

what game is this?

OverviewLyricsVideosListenArtists Yeah, yeah, aiyyo black, it's time (word?) (Word, it's time nigga?) Yeah, it's time man (a'ight nigga, begin) Straight out the fucking dungeons of rap Where fake niggas don't make it back I don't know how to start this shit, yo Rappers, I monkey flip 'em with the funky rhythm I be kicking, musician, inflictin' composition Of pain, I'm like Scarface sniffin' cocaine Holding an M-16, see with the pen I'm extreme, now Bullet holes left in my peepholes, I'm suited up in street clothes Hand me a nine and I'll defeat foes Y'all know my steelo, with or without the airplay I keep some E&J, sitting bent up in the stairway Or either on the corner betting Grants with the cee-lo champs Laughing at baseheads trying to sell some broken amps G-packs get off quick, forever niggas talk shit Reminiscin' about the last time the Task Force flipped Niggas be running through the block shootin' Time to start the revolution, catch a body, head for Houston Once they caught us off-guard, the MAC-10 was in the grass and I ran like a cheetah with thoughts of an assassin Pick the MAC up, told brothers, "Back up, " the MAC spit Lead was hitting niggas, one ran, I made him backflip Heard a few chicks scream, my arm shook, couldn't look Gave another squeeze, heard it click, "Yo, my shit is stuck" Try to cock it, it wouldn't shoot, now I'm in danger Finally pulled it back and saw three bullets caught up in the chamber So now I'm jetting to the building lobby And it was full of children probably couldn't see as high as I be It's like the game ain't the same Got younger niggas pulling the triggers, bringing fame to their name And claim some corners, crews without guns are goners In broad daylight, stickup kids, they run up on us 4-5's and gauges, MAC's, in fact Same niggas will catch a back-to-back, snatching your cracks in black There was a snitch on the block getting niggas knocked So hold your stash 'til the coke price drop I know this crackhead who said she's got to smoke nice rock And if it's good, she'll bring you customers in measuring pots But yo, you gotta slide on a vacation, inside information Keeps large niggas erasin' and their wives basin' It drops deep as it does in my breath I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is defined I think of crime when I'm in a New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind Be having dreams that I'm a gangsta, drinking Moets, holding TECs Making sure the cash came correct, then I stepped Investments in stocks, sewing up the blocks to sell rocks Winning gunfights with mega-cops But just a nigga walking with his finger on the trigger Make enough figures until my pockets get bigger I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin' Give me a Smith & Wesson, I have niggas undressin' Thinking of cash flow, buddah and shelter Whenever frustrated, I'ma hijack Delta In the P.J.'s, my blend tape plays, bullets are strays Young bitches is grazed, each block is like a maze Full of black rats trapped, plus the Island is packed From what I hear in all the stories when my peoples come back, black I'm living where the nights is jet-black The fiends fight to get crack I just max, I dream I can sit back And lamp like Capone, with drug scripts sewn Or the legal luxury life, rings flooded with stones, homes I got so many rhymes I don't think I'm too sane Life is parallel to Hell but I must maintain And be prosperous, though we live dangerous, cops could just Arrest me, blaming us, we're held like hostages It's only right that I was born to use mics And the stuff that I write is even tougher than dykes I'm taking rappers to a new plateau, through rap slow My rhymin' is a vitamin held without a capsule The smooth criminal on beat breaks Never put me in your box if your shit eats tapes The city never sleeps, full of villains and creeps That's where I learned to do my hustle, had to scuffle with freaks I'm an addict for sneakers, 20s of buddah and bitches with beepers In the streets I can greet ya, about blunts I teach ya Inhale deep like the words of my breath I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death I lay puzzle as I backtrack to earlier times Nothing's equivalent to the New York state of mind

nostalgia is one of the most painful things on earth

it gave me the "1988-1997" vibes.

This song is me waving good bye to the me of the good old days

what's the picture from? edit: nevermind, you already replied to someone else

Эта песня ассоциируется у меня с лололошкой " голос времени "

drink a blue one

4:40 Sounds like despair

Where did the visual come from?

Reminds me of the old games I used to play, alongside my friends I’d play them with. Such a shame to see those days gone.

😍perfect

This is life

El dum.y la oveja ff

0:14

recommend similar songs plz

so peaceful 😊

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why is it not the full song? the speed is perfect please upload the whole song like this i beg >_<