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Mario rios

LIL WAYNE WOULD GO CRAZY ON THIS ONG

best kanye song ever

just perfection.

This beat reminds me of a certain someone I never got to ❤lol 😊

Just heard the song from where the sample came from… how tf does kanye do this?😂musical genius at its finest💯

i love it though

Ima pray That rappers stop being gay

Bink!

sickest beat ever

In my opinion Rick Ross ha killed this beat❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

The people who made this beat were insane, I can't believe this lost at a beat battle

Just stay away from food

The only song ever where I would only listen to the instrumental and still like the song by itself

Girl you've had it Childhood tragic... But you look fantastic You always kept it real not plastic

Th a ts not the cover

Smokey Robinson

Left the “HUGH” 😩💪

play ts at my funeral

Música 🎸🎷🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶 excelente 👌🤌👌🤩😃😃👏👏👌🤩😃😃👏👏👌🤩👌👌🤩😃👏😃👏. Striper virtual 🤨. Tá loko? Errou a 🚪 hein. Dá licença 🪪🦅🦉🅾️🅱️🅰️.

Fye

5:27 still got the Rick Ross "Huh", brilliant!!

Uh, put your hands to the constellations They way you look should be a sin, you my sensation I know I'm preaching to the congregation We love Jesus, but you done learned a lot from Satan I mean, a nigga did a lot of waiting We ain't married, but tonight I need some consummation May the Lord forgive us, may the Gods be with us In that magic hour, I seen good Christians Make brash decisions, oh, she do it What happened to religion? Oh, she lose it She putting on her makeup, she casually allure Text message break-ups, the casualty of tour How she gon' wake up and not love me no more? I thought I was the asshole, I guess it's rubbin' off Hood phenomenon, the Lebron of rhyme Hard to be humble when you stuntin' on a jumbotron I'm looking at her like, "This what you really wanted, huh?" Why we argue anyway? Oh, I forgot, it's summertime Put your hands to the constellations They way you look should be a sin, you my sensation I know I'm preaching to the congregation We love Jesus, but she done learned a lot from Satan Satan, Satan, Satan I mean, a nigga did a lot of waiting We ain't married, but tonight I need some consummation When the sun go down, it's the magic hour, the magic hour And outta all the colors that'll fill up the skies You got green on your mind, I can see it in your eyes Why you standing there with your face screwed up? Don't leave while you're hot, that's how Mase screwed up Throwin' shit around, the whole place screwed up Maybe I should call Mase so he could pray for us I hit the Jamaican spot, at the bar, take a seat I ordered the jerk, she said you are what you eat You see, I always loved the sense of humor But tonight, you should have seen how quiet the room was The Lyor Cohen or Dior Homme That's "Dior Homme, " not "Dior, homie" The crib Scarface, could it be more Tony? You love me for me, could you be more phony? Put your hands to the constellations They way you look should be a sin, you my sensation Haven't said a word, haven't said a word to me this evening Cat got your tongue? Lookin' at my bitch, I bet she give your ass a bone Lookin' at my wrist, it'll turn your ass to stone Stretch limousine, sipping rosé all alone Double-headed monster with a mind of his own Cherry-red chariot, excess is just my character All-black tux, nigga's shoes lavender I never needed acceptance from all you outsiders Had cyphers with Yeezy before his mouth wired (uh) Before his jaw shattered, climbin' up the Lord's ladder We still speedin', runnin' signs like they don't matter, uh Hater talkin' never made me mad Never that, not when I'm in my favorite papertag Therefore, G4's at the Clearport When it come to tools, fool, I'm a Pep Boy When it came to dope, I was quick to export Never tired of ballin', so it's on to the next sport New Mercedes sedan, the Lex' sport So many cars, DMV thought it was mail fraud Different traps I was gettin' mail from Polk County, Jacksonville, right in Melbourne Whole clique appetites had tapeworms Spinnin' Teddy Pendergrass vinyl as my J burns I shed a tear before the night's over God bless the man I put this ice over, uh Gettin' 2Pac money twice over Still a real nigga, red Coogi sweater, dice roller I'm makin' love to the angel of death Catchin' feelings, never stumble, retracin' my steps (uh) Uh

Uh, put your hands to the constellations They way you look should be a sin, you my sensation I know I'm preaching to the congregation We love Jesus, but you done learned a lot from Satan I mean, a nigga did a lot of waiting We ain't married, but tonight I need some consummation May the Lord forgive us, may the Gods be with us In that magic hour, I seen good Christians Make brash decisions, oh, she do it What happened to religion? Oh, she lose it She putting on her makeup, she casually allure Text message break-ups, the casualty of tour How she gon' wake up and not love me no more? I thought I was the asshole, I guess it's rubbin' off Hood phenomenon, the Lebron of rhyme Hard to be humble when you stuntin' on a jumbotron I'm looking at her like, "This what you really wanted, huh?" Why we argue anyway? Oh, I forgot, it's summertime Put your hands to the constellations They way you look should be a sin, you my sensation I know I'm preaching to the congregation We love Jesus, but she done learned a lot from Satan Satan, Satan, Satan I mean, a nigga did a lot of waiting We ain't married, but tonight I need some consummation When the sun go down, it's the magic hour, the magic hour And outta all the colors that'll fill up the skies You got green on your mind, I can see it in your eyes Why you standing there with your face screwed up? Don't leave while you're hot, that's how Mase screwed up Throwin' shit around, the whole place screwed up Maybe I should call Mase so he could pray for us I hit the Jamaican spot, at the bar, take a seat I ordered the jerk, she said you are what you eat You see, I always loved the sense of humor But tonight, you should have seen how quiet the room was The Lyor Cohen or Dior Homme That's "Dior Homme, " not "Dior, homie" The crib Scarface, could it be more Tony? You love me for me, could you be more phony? Put your hands to the constellations They way you look should be a sin, you my sensation Haven't said a word, haven't said a word to me this evening Cat got your tongue? Lookin' at my bitch, I bet she give your ass a bone Lookin' at my wrist, it'll turn your ass to stone Stretch limousine, sipping rosé all alone Double-headed monster with a mind of his own Cherry-red chariot, excess is just my character All-black tux, nigga's shoes lavender I never needed acceptance from all you outsiders Had cyphers with Yeezy before his mouth wired (uh) Before his jaw shattered, climbin' up the Lord's ladder We still speedin', runnin' signs like they don't matter, uh Hater talkin' never made me mad Never that, not when I'm in my favorite papertag Therefore, G4's at the Clearport When it come to tools, fool, I'm a Pep Boy When it came to dope, I was quick to export Never tired of ballin', so it's on to the next sport New Mercedes sedan, the Lex' sport So many cars, DMV thought it was mail fraud Different traps I was gettin' mail from Polk County, Jacksonville, right in Melbourne Whole clique appetites had tapeworms Spinnin' Teddy Pendergrass vinyl as my J burns I shed a tear before the night's over God bless the man I put this ice over, uh Gettin' 2Pac money twice over Still a real nigga, red Coogi sweater, dice roller I'm makin' love to the angel of death Catchin' feelings, never stumble, retracin' my steps (uh) Uh

This the song in the elevator to heavens gates

MF?

I feel it would almost be disrespectful to "rap" over this instrumental. I wouldn't dare defoul such perfection.

Mike Dean Guitar & the sample coming back @ 3:37 is the greatest thing I've ever heard....

Forgot to check the scale that's how A Graham screwed up

i love how rick ross’ adlib is part of the instrumental lol

The Mona Lisa of Hip-Hop 💃

Bink and MIKE DEAN really made history with this one.

Such a great sample

Smooooooth

This has got to be the best beat I've ever heard

Build the aesthetic athletic physique

i feel like no one is talking about the picture, i love it. perfectly interprets what i imagine

oia manera qnta comporta oia manera qn ama e nka t importa manera qn ta fz milagre pa quem qum gaj ta gosta manera q mi eh bo, bo eh mi e alim ta canta felicidade ta longe abdica td ca solidao eh solitude mi eu um monge vinh pao pa lonch paz inda eh longe kre paz pa nos mi na mei d mar bo t confia na mi bo ta confia na deus

one of the greatest song ever songs ever produced 100%

Заплываю в бассейн, и попал будто в сон Нахуй ебучие загоны, я шагаю как Гомель Биг степа, биг Стёпа,

Ты же знаешь я не со зла Просто хотел раствориться И не думать о последствиях Казалось, что я вытяну Траву с корнями и годы пролетят быстрее Чем Макларен на скорости Но жизнь сахар, порой рассыпается И смешивается с песком И если не уследишь И после не возможно есть Что за дочь я несу Завари мне суп и давай обо всем забудем В летний день, проходит депрессия И солнце слепит глаза, что кажется заплывая и забываю обо всем

Greatest instrumental ever.

love it though I love it though, y'know? Uh put your hands to the constellations They way you look should be a sin, you my sensation I know I'm preaching to the congregation We love Jesus but you done learned a lot from Satan I mean a nigga did a lot of waiting We ain't married but tonight I need some consummation May the Lord forgive us May the God's be with us And that magic hour I seen good Christians Make brash decisions Oh she do it What happened to Religion? Oh she lose it She putting on her make up She casually allure Text message break us, the casualty of tour How she gone wake up and not love me no more? I thought I was the asshole, I guess it's rubbing off Hood phenomenon, the Lebron of rhyme Hard to be humble when you stuntin' on a jumbotron I'm looking at her like, "This what you really wanted, huh?" What we argue anyway, oh I forgot its summertime Put your hands to the constellations They way you look should be a sin, you my sensation I know I'm preaching to the congregation We love Jesus but she done learned a lot from Satan I mean a nigga did a lot of waiting We ain't married but tonight I need some consummation When the sun go down its the magic hour The magic hour And outta all the colors that are still up the skies You got green on your mind I can see it in your eyes Why you standing there with your face screwed up? Don't leave while your hot that's how Mase screwed up Throwing shit around, the whole place screwed up Maybe I should call Mase so that he could pray for us I hit the Jamaican spot, at the bar, take a seat I ordered the jerk, she said, "You are what you eat" You see I always loved the sense of humor But tonight you should have seen how quiet the room was The Lyor Cohen or Dior Homme that's Dior Homme not Dior homie The crib Scarface couldn't be more Tony You love me for me could you be more phony Put your hands to the constellations They way you look should be a sin, you my sensation Haven't said a word, haven't said a word to me this evening Cat got your tongue?

only beat that made me cru

2024 this beat is still the GOAT😊

Almost 14 years later, this shit hits right into your heart...

13 years and this beat still hits

Mario rios background music

I love it though

sveglio di notte come ieri e l’altro ieri guardo al futuro ma anche dove metto i piedi vedo come i sordi sento come i ciechi dammi una chance che non te ne penti guardo sempre la stessa notifica sull’iphone guardo il polso e ho sempre lo stesso orologio maniaco del controllo se non ho tutto sott’occhio quando non mi alzo dal letto mi chiedo se lo voglio mi piace casa ma sto sempre in un altro posto pagherò al ristorante senza guardare il conto per me vale poco quando mi dai dello stronzo perchè ho sempre aiutato altri senza un tornaconto ho solo un paio di scarpe e non ne compro altre così vedi quanti passi ci ho fatto senza sporcarle non mi piace fare finta con finte collane non mi piace quello che ho fatto nemmeno parlarne non devi avere paura di sporcarti le mani presto avrò i denti coperti di diamanti odio le persone che non rispettano i patti e scrivimi che lo sai pure tu che mi manchi voglio essere ricco e permettermi tutto nuova auto nuova giacca nuovo profumo ogni sforzo conta niente è perduto ho studiato poco ma sono astuto siamo connessi da fili rossi come papaveri se mi viene fame compro tutto il catering tu saresti sotto un ponte fossi nei miei panni lei mi dice di fare piano ma non riesco a controllarmi a volte vorrei fare bdsm in realtà dipende da come mi prende quando lo facciamo tutto il condominio sente anche se ci nascondiamo sotto le coperte anche se non le voglio come dice izi coprono l’orgoglio e aumentano i vizi con il mio team devo fare un briefing per mandare a fanculo tutti i vostri dischi quei coglioni dei tuoi li mando a fanculo se mi fai brutto torni a casa nudo non sai niente di come sono cresciuto sei solo un viziato devi stare muto ho pulito le scale ora è tempo di salirle se le porte sono chiuse bisognerà aprirle quel culo grosso non mi fa effetto a meno che non lo vesti con victoria secret noi cuciniamo fuori dalle cucine voi fate ridere come ben stiller lo so che ci prenderemo tutto presto e ben presto non vi farete più sentire si mi ricordo quando mi ricordo quando ay ay ay mi ricordo quando a 12 anni ho fatto il palo stavo in piazza e giocavo a basket intanto agli allenamenti buttavo la palla a canestro e pensavo che sogno buttato poi tornavo e passavo le notti al parco con i fra a contare il guadagnato perchè ti giuro che non era solo in campo che facevo passaggi di mano a 12 anni ho fatto il palo e giocavo a basket intanto buttavo la palla a canestro e pensavo che sogno buttato passavo le notti al parco a contare il guadagnato perchè non era solo in campo che facevo passaggi di mano