Refrain : Dans les rues de Martinique, on débarque en force ! Les rimes fusent, l'humour est notre ressource. On balance nos punchlines, on fait vibrer les cœurs, Avec notre flow unique, on déclenche des heurts. On roule en équipe, on casse les codes, Notre rap est hardcore, on brise les modes. Entre rires et délires, on fait le show, Le gang du rap, on envoie du lourd, c'est notre credo. Refrain : Alors rejoins-nous, viens dans notre univers ! Où l'humour et la musique se mélangent en vers. On est là pour kiffer, pour rapper sans fin, Le gang du rap, ensemble, on est les rois du destin. Refrain : Dans les rues de Martinique , On debarque en force Car nos paroles qui tapent Sur les petits ceour Les fond explosés d'amour On peut debuter dans le rap Mais avoir déjà fait des sons Pas mal mais qui enflamme Ceux qui débute le rap comme moi Dieu est la pour nous on Va réussir On va chanter ensemble Dans les rues de Martinique On arrive en équipe
Your friend got dropped, there’s no respawning (Aww, man) If he’s a legend, my bro he’s a killer like Randy Orton The gangdem got down him and him, they say that we gone too far Bro hit Ramz with a dotz Ramz tried save them shots, Ramz must have thought he was Van Der Sar Mans on the lurk for spinnage Bro if I have to, I’ll do it on my Jack like Grealish This golden one she cute, she's talkin’ ‘bout love, had to put her on mute Lets show the O how to spin this coupe Farm Block thugs left their goons Farm Block thugs left their goons I spy with my little eye, opp boys runnin' with fear in their eyes Whoever gets caught, they're gonna get diced, what you know about jumpin' off 1-2-5's? Swing with my blade or I'm aimin' high Made about eight man run off and hide The walkin' stick got brought on the ride, better use them legs, that’s word of advice N22 got dead, so gang said, "Fuck all of that, let’s skrr on the 9", so we skrr'd on the 9 and four got knifed Man’s really beefin' nervous guys On my life if the wap didn't jam, that would've been gang dems fastest ride Jooby just dipped that down on a glide, he’s got about nine man kotch on his knife Yo, Zone 2 step in my Jordans My Jordans, man do it like Nike (Oi) I like them tings all naughty, all naughty I don't like them nice (Come 'ere) OT trips get mashy If not then I put my Nikes on the opp block curb tryna do these patties (They step) Why these Moscow yutes be so chatty? (Where they at?) These Harlem yutes a disgrace But they know their place, us man get crashy (Hm) Tryna chop this light in peace, but, JT's gettin' catty I got a bad B up in my passy She wanna suck me off, I said “gladly" (Woo) See an opp, I can't bear but to dish that hair like my name is Camille & Pape LR, spin this coupe Lemme jump out, hate slappin' out cars Remind man how I mind man, ran that day He ran so fast, but didn't get far I swear he's a Niner? Should've got whooshed with the Star, instead he got Anglo Armed Rambo, catch him, serious splashin' SMB, SMB, no talk Ay, ay, ay, I'm swingin' my blade, tryna do him up proper, choppa Me, I can't stop for a copper (no way) And if the fed chase gets too crazy Decamp the car and head straight to the blocka, blocka (to the block) Let me get my hands on a choppa Rinse, the clip on your block, tryna drop one (bow, bow) Waps on the block, yeah, we lost one, cop ones On the opp block, get the job done (job done) Fuck the judge, gave Boogie a mad ting, it's a mad ting, twenty years on the landin' (K9, is that you, yeah?) Do guys really think we're rampin'? Blacked out with five of my mates on the gang ting (K9, you already know) On the opp block with broski, campin', tryna shank him or corn from the hand ting This bad B needs to get to bankin', billin' phone nonstop on a gang ting I was on the glide when the mash kept jammin', cock it, lean back, watch bro-bro tan him Is he a pirate or not? I'll blam him, don't be there when the OFB's gangin' ****22 got done up on a mazza, I don't even know how he's still bangin' Bangin', T house bando slangin' or I'm in N9 tryna slide where they're hangin'
Cdot gotta have the coldest producer tag ive ever heard
Truss me
Fam this is the best drill beat i've ever mean. The sub bass, the melody, the bass, it's perfect. So eerie. Violently relaxing
Let’s goo🔌✅
This fucking instrumental is a mazza
Big contender for drill beat of the year here
You need to be on the beat the clock challenge for mixtape madness
i have this song on repeat🔥🔥
A* for effort in the intro👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽
Beats Wavey 2
🥶🥶🥶 that tag
we need more young ads type beats
So hard
Make more beats like this i beg.. drill needs raw dark beats like this not dead melodic tings
this is real asf
Brazy
BRAZY!!!!
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coldd
SHEEEESH
Hardddd
M24 would be hard on this beat
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Nice
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This shit is too 🥶
Your friend got dropped there’s no respawning
Please make a mashup of bandokay fire in the booth x uncs - plugged in
Is der any other beats like this icl id freestyle on this styll (2:54 to 3:25 is best part i cant lie or parts like 0:54 to 1:06 )
2:14 - 2:27
where is the part 1?
could I still use the beat for profit use if I buy?
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*S Q A U D*
What's the sample of the beat
Refrain :
Dans les rues de Martinique, on débarque en force !
Les rimes fusent, l'humour est notre ressource.
On balance nos punchlines, on fait vibrer les cœurs,
Avec notre flow unique, on déclenche des heurts.
On roule en équipe, on casse les codes,
Notre rap est hardcore, on brise les modes.
Entre rires et délires, on fait le show,
Le gang du rap, on envoie du lourd, c'est notre credo.
Refrain :
Alors rejoins-nous, viens dans notre univers !
Où l'humour et la musique se mélangent en vers.
On est là pour kiffer, pour rapper sans fin,
Le gang du rap, ensemble, on est les rois du destin.
Refrain :
Dans les rues de Martinique ,
On debarque en force
Car nos paroles qui tapent
Sur les petits ceour
Les fond explosés d'amour
On peut debuter dans le rap
Mais avoir déjà fait des sons
Pas mal mais qui enflamme
Ceux qui débute le rap comme moi
Dieu est la pour nous on
Va réussir
On va chanter ensemble
Dans les rues de Martinique
On arrive en équipe
What is the real plugged in
Deary me this is illa
Your friend got dropped, there’s no respawning (Aww, man)
If he’s a legend, my bro he’s a killer like Randy Orton
The gangdem got down him and him, they say that we gone too far
Bro hit Ramz with a dotz
Ramz tried save them shots, Ramz must have thought he was Van Der Sar
Mans on the lurk for spinnage
Bro if I have to, I’ll do it on my Jack like Grealish
This golden one she cute, she's talkin’ ‘bout love, had to put her on mute
Lets show the O how to spin this coupe
Farm Block thugs left their goons
Farm Block thugs left their goons
I spy with my little eye, opp boys runnin' with fear in their eyes
Whoever gets caught, they're gonna get diced, what you know about jumpin' off 1-2-5's?
Swing with my blade or I'm aimin' high
Made about eight man run off and hide
The walkin' stick got brought on the ride, better use them legs, that’s word of advice
N22 got dead, so gang said, "Fuck all of that, let’s skrr on the 9", so we skrr'd on the 9 and four got knifed
Man’s really beefin' nervous guys
On my life if the wap didn't jam, that would've been gang dems fastest ride
Jooby just dipped that down on a glide, he’s got about nine man kotch on his knife
Yo, Zone 2 step in my Jordans
My Jordans, man do it like Nike (Oi)
I like them tings all naughty, all naughty
I don't like them nice (Come 'ere)
OT trips get mashy
If not then I put my Nikes on the opp block curb tryna do these patties (They step)
Why these Moscow yutes be so chatty? (Where they at?)
These Harlem yutes a disgrace
But they know their place, us man get crashy (Hm)
Tryna chop this light in peace, but, JT's gettin' catty
I got a bad B up in my passy
She wanna suck me off, I said “gladly" (Woo)
See an opp, I can't bear but to dish that hair like my name is Camille & Pape
LR, spin this coupe
Lemme jump out, hate slappin' out cars
Remind man how I mind man, ran that day
He ran so fast, but didn't get far
I swear he's a Niner?
Should've got whooshed with the Star, instead he got Anglo Armed
Rambo, catch him, serious splashin'
SMB, SMB, no talk
Ay, ay, ay, I'm swingin' my blade, tryna do him up proper, choppa
Me, I can't stop for a copper (no way)
And if the fed chase gets too crazy
Decamp the car and head straight to the blocka, blocka (to the block)
Let me get my hands on a choppa
Rinse, the clip on your block, tryna drop one (bow, bow)
Waps on the block, yeah, we lost one, cop ones
On the opp block, get the job done (job done)
Fuck the judge, gave Boogie a mad ting, it's a mad ting, twenty years on the landin' (K9, is that you, yeah?)
Do guys really think we're rampin'? Blacked out with five of my mates on the gang ting (K9, you already know)
On the opp block with broski, campin', tryna shank him or corn from the hand ting
This bad B needs to get to bankin', billin' phone nonstop on a gang ting
I was on the glide when the mash kept jammin', cock it, lean back, watch bro-bro tan him
Is he a pirate or not? I'll blam him, don't be there when the OFB's gangin'
****22 got done up on a mazza, I don't even know how he's still bangin'
Bangin', T house bando slangin' or I'm in N9 tryna slide where they're hangin'
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