Este compa esta pesado! People need to hear nd read how lyrical this home boy is..... Top 3 for me... Saludos from that southwest Ariza. Seis Zero Dos.
when the first time i listened this song i was was really like it and after i lost it now a freind send it to me it bringing my memories BS i’m from kurdistan
Here is an album for free download for anyone who wants to check it out... "16 Tracks For The Streets" I will be releasing this in a CD soon. It's sixteen songs picked from my old albums that my fans wanted me to put into one new album. Showing love back to all my fans... Download it... Just share my music page... freelea.se/ese-40z/16-tracks-for-the-street
(Ese 40'z Verse) Have you ever seen a body bloodied cold on the floor in the early morning hours a scene you'd rather ignore but you can't cuz you'd rather look death in it's face and accept the reality that this world is a place of torment and anguish destruction decay it was a number of all those elements that kept me astray runnin in the streets with the ones who betray gunnin on these beats smokin blunts every day they say dead men tell no tales but I got a story to mold ya I'm in the cipher spittin rage and my heart just grows colda when I think about my souljah posted up in the past how could I remember to forget that this life wouldn't last I always knew when I was younga that a dark day would come when the truth would be revealed about the fools that I hung around with on the streets in all these scandalous plots separate the realest from the fakes and put the snakes down to rot I could think of betta days but that's neither here nor there on these next words I spitcha I got a story to share so they left the block enraged with revenge on their minds swearing to god these fools would pay blowin past stop signs and then they found a spot and jumped off with one thought empty clips and pistol grips and until then never stop so then the lead started busting hitting dirty ass bitches people screamin blood gushin dirty deeds with a sickness it was a firework display totin guns with a madness not givin a fuck about the law or it's police or it's badges and prior to the situation that was currently at hand just a couple of weeks before off somewhere else in the land three bald headed felons sat with pistols and k's in a weed inflicted drunkness in a permanent daze plannin to end their dreams with some villianous schemes and hit a place where all the jokes turn to terrified screams I speak of things left unspoken like the strength of a gesture leave em bullet holed and broken and slap the grin off this jesta so who better yet to help us out for a moment so loke just hand the keys to this clown so he can go and bust on a joke and then they climbed inside the ride and their vision was golden in perfect time the silence died the smoke had risen unfoldin a disrespect to a foe or better yet his whole crew of female dog faking tricks a group of fakes I once knew so satisfied and laughin smilin yellin out their curses they slowly drove away with yet more tales for their verses this foe that I speak of well he couldn't avoid his demise so he threw himself in prison and in that place he resides hidin from the truth and preaching lies cuz he's blinded always searching for the youth the young and feeble weak minded so they could do his work keep the dirt off his hands but they won't stop until he's vanished and disappeared from these lands (Chorus- Ese 40'z) People kill things everyday like from life to idle time and some things die anyway like from life to idle minds It couldn't really hurt to die no more than it hurts to live the people left always cry when there's nothing left to give Death is just the final sleep from dust to dirt we go in little piles that dirt we sweep and still the wind outside blows And the wind kills time itself it eats away at this earth and everything once known as wealth the wind will turn to fuckin dirt So to know death is to know the wind that whispers through the trees and death is just another friend dat be blowing on the breeze (Lazy's Verse) 811 South where they drink and they tweek lookin out for gun shots and the cops when they creep bullet holes everywhere from the walls to the door tweekin trippin paranoia while we slept on the floor gage up in the closet and a nine in the drawer posted up outside for those times at war then a dance with the devil is a death from the wind playin russian roulette with the reapers of sin from the county to the pen in time you try to spend when it goes and it goes and it goes once again know the rules and don't pretend fuck a mutt and fuck a friend only homies down with them fuck a rap cuz this is real only shit that you could feel fuck the money fuck a deal this is life and livin real for my souljahs in the streets crazy flows on what I speak out the darkness on the creep 3rd street souljahs rollin deep kill our rivals what you think cheers to death now have a drink see my stories when I speak time to die now go to sleep so when you dance with the devil you better know your steps or else you'll live your whole life in a mess of regret the stories that you heard are based on true words from the facts from the past Ese 40'z bring it back
+Dark Hekamiah Oficial012 real soldiers Leva if u don't know shit don't talk if ..if ur not men eight to stand in front line center ...get competition vato don't try not and inposses a hija with this life we lead we stand in order stand ovation!!!!!
This shit tears off all the other shit fake ass rappers try to make on the radio all they're wanna be gang songs, Firme ass rola homie always bumpin your rolas while rolling down tha kalles homie
I love this song, I’m from Artesia. I haven’t heard this song since forever and now it’s brining memories
How do i get the beats of this song
same
ON REPLAY 2022
Este compa esta pesado! People need to hear nd read how lyrical this home boy is..... Top 3 for me... Saludos from that southwest Ariza. Seis Zero Dos.
Ese 40 can rap to about any instrumental
It's in the link below the video homie
pedrolo mortal technique dance with the devil
when the first time i listened this song i was was really like it and after i lost it now a freind send it to me
it bringing my memories
BS i’m from kurdistan
this is hard ese
Who dis
Tic tok send you here
Nah Instagram
how?
send da link
Here is an album for free download for anyone who wants to check it out... "16 Tracks For The Streets" I will be releasing this in a CD soon. It's sixteen songs picked from my old albums that my fans wanted me to put into one new album. Showing love back to all my fans... Download it... Just share my music page... freelea.se/ese-40z/16-tracks-for-the-street
ese40ounce how can i get the instrumental?
Why this is not famous yet?
Idk
i thinks it’s the best rap i ever fucking heard
The Realest Shit I Ever Wrote
Much love homie we love y'all music keep it up thanks for all the hard work y'all do for us your fans saludos desde Miami FLORIDA 🌅🌴🇺🇸🇲🇽😘🔥💥💯✌️👍👏
(Ese 40'z Verse)
Have you ever seen a body bloodied
cold on the floor
in the early morning hours
a scene you'd rather ignore
but you can't cuz you'd rather
look death in it's face
and accept the reality
that this world is a place
of torment and anguish
destruction decay
it was a number of all those elements
that kept me astray
runnin in the streets with the ones who betray
gunnin on these beats
smokin blunts every day
they say dead men tell no tales
but I got a story to mold ya
I'm in the cipher spittin rage
and my heart just grows colda
when I think about my souljah
posted up in the past
how could I remember to forget
that this life wouldn't last
I always knew when I was younga
that a dark day would come
when the truth would be revealed
about the fools that I hung
around with on the streets
in all these scandalous plots
separate the realest from the fakes
and put the snakes down to rot
I could think of betta days
but that's neither here nor there
on these next words I spitcha
I got a story to share
so they left the block enraged
with revenge on their minds
swearing to god these fools would pay
blowin past stop signs
and then they found a spot
and jumped off with one thought
empty clips and pistol grips
and until then never stop
so then the lead started busting
hitting dirty ass bitches
people screamin blood gushin
dirty deeds with a sickness
it was a firework display
totin guns with a madness
not givin a fuck about the law
or it's police or it's badges
and prior to the situation
that was currently at hand
just a couple of weeks before
off somewhere else in the land
three bald headed felons
sat with pistols and k's
in a weed inflicted drunkness
in a permanent daze
plannin to end their dreams
with some villianous schemes
and hit a place where all the jokes
turn to terrified screams
I speak of things left unspoken
like the strength of a gesture
leave em bullet holed and broken
and slap the grin off this jesta
so who better yet to help us out
for a moment so loke
just hand the keys to this clown
so he can go and bust on a joke
and then they climbed inside the ride
and their vision was golden
in perfect time the silence died
the smoke had risen unfoldin
a disrespect to a foe
or better yet his whole crew
of female dog faking tricks
a group of fakes I once knew
so satisfied and laughin
smilin yellin out their curses
they slowly drove away
with yet more tales for their verses
this foe that I speak of
well he couldn't avoid his demise
so he threw himself in prison
and in that place he resides
hidin from the truth
and preaching lies cuz he's blinded
always searching for the youth
the young and feeble weak minded
so they could do his work
keep the dirt off his hands
but they won't stop until
he's vanished and disappeared from these lands
(Chorus- Ese 40'z)
People kill things everyday
like from life to idle time
and some things die anyway
like from life to idle minds
It couldn't really hurt to die
no more than it hurts to live
the people left always cry
when there's nothing left to give
Death is just the final sleep
from dust to dirt we go
in little piles that dirt we sweep
and still the wind outside blows
And the wind kills time itself
it eats away at this earth
and everything once known as wealth
the wind will turn to fuckin dirt
So to know death is to know the wind
that whispers through the trees
and death is just another friend
dat be blowing on the breeze
(Lazy's Verse)
811 South
where they drink and they tweek
lookin out for gun shots and the cops when they creep
bullet holes everywhere
from the walls to the door
tweekin trippin paranoia
while we slept on the floor
gage up in the closet
and a nine in the drawer
posted up outside
for those times at war
then a dance with the devil
is a death from the wind
playin russian roulette
with the reapers of sin
from the county to the pen
in time you try to spend
when it goes and it goes
and it goes once again
know the rules and don't pretend
fuck a mutt and fuck a friend
only homies down with them
fuck a rap cuz this is real
only shit that you could feel
fuck the money fuck a deal
this is life and livin real
for my souljahs in the streets
crazy flows on what I speak
out the darkness on the creep
3rd street souljahs rollin deep
kill our rivals what you think
cheers to death now have a drink
see my stories when I speak
time to die now go to sleep
so when you dance with the devil
you better know your steps
or else you'll live your whole life
in a mess of regret
the stories that you heard
are based on true words
from the facts from the past
Ese 40'z bring it back
👑👌REAL LIFE SHIT HOMIE...
100% real
Coo
Bill \o/
shit went hard broo
Damn 12 years ago
Bill :D
De onde estão tirando essa fita de Bill?isso ai não é do Immortal Technique
+Dark Hekamiah Oficial012 real soldiers Leva if u don't know shit don't talk if ..if ur not men eight to stand in front line center ...get competition vato don't try not and inposses a hija with this life we lead we stand in order stand ovation!!!!!
:)
A história do fulano
quem e do brasil da um joinha
Fucking fire🔥
quem curti a versão historia de um fulano do bill da um joinha!
this shit sick ass fuck ese...try to send ur music out there gee...i can see u doing it BIG gee
are u still a live ?🙏
Fulano BalaTensa
This shit tears off all the other shit fake ass rappers try to make on the radio all they're wanna be gang songs,
Firme ass rola homie always bumpin your rolas while rolling down tha kalles homie
QVO varrio originaLsT
EAST SIDE BrOwnk pridE Tiny Toonz 1LOKOTES3. rESPECT HOMIE
Bill \o/
MrMagnumftw ? por que ficam falando essa fita de bil?
QVO varrio originaLsT
EAST SIDE BrOwnk pridE Tiny Toonz 1LOKOTES3. rESPECT HOMIE