Salute hav 🫡🔊🔥🥁🎹

What a amazing song 🎵

Wish I could buy this beat!!!

The instrumental is ok but when he sings the original he don't just add lyrics! The words are sang like a instrument also because when people play this ok keyboard or piano it has the notes played that the lyrics are used in sync with 🥵😍 it's bloody incredible

Pensi che io scherzo ma la fuori non scherzano Non ti sai comportare a scuola non te lo insegnano Non sei sveglio è meglio che resti a casa la sera Italoetiope nel mio DNA spaghetti e ingera Giro coi negri da quando la trap non esisteva Birra jollof rice con il pollo, canna accesa. Dicono bombokla se passa la tua hoe davvero Vuoi fare sul serio ma sei un gaggio, tu sei uno scemo Tutto quello che rubo lo rivendo ai miei negri Mica ci sto solo io c è la fila di magrebi Portafogli falsi Giacche false sguardi accesi Dalla voglia di fare i soldi e correre via fino a quando non mi sento i piedi Seguo i miei piani motivato da quelloche vedo Alla gente come te non mi ci lego E non startene seduto alzati in piedi Che questi aspettano sempre solo il momento dove cedi

One of the best beats in the late 2000s if not ever.

This Is My Favorite Hip-Hop Song - TheBeatBreaker08 - You Won't See Me Tonight - Nasir Jones Feat Aaliyah Dana Haughton [Produced By Timothy Timbaland Mosley] [Year: 1999] [Album: Nas I Am...] [Official Music Video]

I'm from LA but this one of the coldest beats ever

The GOAT

3:10

2:50

The fact that we never gotten this song in any racing game is absolutely criminal 😢

They dont make beats like this no more

This beat is hard 🔥

kami kuno ga abusar😂

Vida de Exceso verso 1 Soy un pibe del barrio, con un vicio en el alma Adicto a la adrenalina, y al dolor que me calma Me metí en el juego, para sentir la emoción Robé, mentí, y maté, para mantener mi posición Coro Soy un maliente, con un pasado oscuro Adicto a la velocidad, y al dinero fácil No tengo miedo, no tengo límites el único es el cielo Soy el rey del barrio, y nadie me puede vencer voy como un ciego volando sin ver Verso 2 Cocaína en mi nariz, y whisky en mi vaso Me siento invencible, como un guerrero salí del barrio Pero la policía me busca, y mi vida está en juego Pero yo no me rindo, porque soy un maliente verdadero mi estilo fino soy como cuchillo con filo Coro Soy un maliente, con un pasado oscuro Adicto a la velocidad, y al dinero fácil No tengo miedo, no tengo límites mi dedo mi pica quiero disparar porque si Soy el verdadero maldad de chuki , y nadie me puede vencer estamos activo mi novia se parece a Tiff la maldita Puente Mi vida es un infierno, pero yo soy el diablo Me río de la muerte, y me burlo de la ley nada me van a quitar Soy un pibe del barrio, soy un maliante Nadie me puede tocar porque soy el más fuerte desplazándome en el barrio ah pie ahora me desplazo en New York con un bugati Coro Soy un maliente, con un pasado oscuro Adicto a la velocidad, y al dinero fácil No tengo miedo, no tengo límites somo gánster Soy el rey del barrio, y nadie me puede vencer escrito esta mi nombre en paredes somos poder

mandoza - nkalakata

Sesini Duyur!

Now THAT'S how you sample. "If I Can't Have You" by Yvonne Elliman, for those who care or didn't know

Best, Thing, That, I'VE, Heard, Period.

This, Beat, IS, Fire.

I prefer Ja over 50 but that because Ja has been with me since Kindergarten 50 still has bangers though

Im Jesus our True Devine Prophet

Boss

The Game would have stayed humble and got great under G.Unit 😢

This Is My Favorite Hip-Hop Song - TheBeatBreaker08 - Sets Go Up - Juvenile Terius Gray Wacko [Produced By Scott Storch] [Year: 2006] [Album: Reality Check] [Official Music Video]

😮😊

Any body wanna collab on this beat

I’m bout hop on dis 😂

Cette instrumental est incroyable

[Intro: Plies] A nigga stressin' badder than a bitch right now, cuz A nigga done almost got married to the liquor, boy Niggas so fucked up out here, cuz I'm stressin' badder than a bitch, my nigga [Chorus: Plies] Done fucked around and got a hoe pregnant My lawyer hollerin', "Nigga pay me" Niggas locked up tryna spray me I got a warrant so I'm shakin' Seem like I'm all out of blessings I don't know if God tryna test me Tried to help a nigga and he waste me To tell you the truth, I'm stressin' Done fucked around and got a hoe pregnant My lawyer hollerin', "Nigga pay me" Niggas locked up tryna spray me I got a warrant so I'm shakin' Seem like I'm all out of blessings I don't know if God tryna test me Tried to help a nigga and he waste me To tell you the truth, I'm stressin' [Verse 1: Ace Hood] Chea, my rent due and I'm stressin' Landlord just called with a message Say I gotta be out by the 7th Man I'm sick and tired of this mess It's like God is takin' my blessings Bad luck is all in my presents Fucked 'round and I got a chick pregnant What the hell I'ma do with that baby? How the hell I'ma tell my lady? I'm drunk as hell in my zone I got a fifth of Henn' and it's gone I'm fucked up and I'm stressin' I can't seem to ease that pressure Fuck niggas can't make it no better These crackers tryna take my life Niggas mad and hate what I'm makin' Heard the Feds is out with my face and Now I'm scared as hell and I'm shakin I can't go to jail, I'm on papers Now them niggas done start with that hatin I'm tryna help them niggas see paper But they fucked around and with the Feds Now I'm stressed and pullin' my dreads Them fuck niggas deserve to be dead [Chorus: Plies] Done fucked around and got a hoe pregnant My lawyer hollerin', "Nigga pay me" Niggas locked up tryna spray me I got a warrant so I'm shakin' Seem like I'm all out of blessings I don't know if God tryna test me Tried to help a nigga and he waste me To tell you the truth, I'm stressin' Done fucked around and got a hoe pregnant My lawyer hollerin', "Nigga pay me" Niggas locked up tryna spray me I got a warrant so I'm shakin' Seem like I'm all out of blessings I don't know if God tryna test me Tried to help a nigga and he waste me To tell you the truth, I'm stressin' [Verse 2: Ace Hood] Chea, I can't win for losin', I'm stressin' I dropped a quarch of my flesh Man I'm tired as God as my witness Tryna smile but pain is my vision Man I'm tired of lyin' to my folk Fucked 'round and I'm servin' that coke Baby mama tryna take me to court Tryna holla 'bout child support Fucked 'round and I got me on papers Now I'm mad as hell, I can't take it I drop and pray to my maker Dear Lord, if you hear my prayer I'm stressed and I can't go on It's like I'm all out of blessings, Lord I'm alone, ain't nobody to call I got bills but the money can't solve Mama cryin' but her tears just fall (Nigga stressin') Ay Big Tats, what I'm gon' do now? These crackers wanna take my ride They wanna take me away for life See my body can't take no more It's like a young nigga life so wrong No pain, my feelings gone [Chorus: Plies] Done fucked around and got a hoe pregnant My lawyer hollerin', "Nigga pay me" Niggas locked up tryna spray me I got a warrant so I'm shakin' Seem like I'm all out of blessings I don't know if God tryin' test me Tried to help a nigga and he waste me To tell you the truth, I'm stressin' Done fucked around and got a hoe pregnant My lawyer hollerin', "Nigga pay me" Niggas locked up tryna spray me I got a warrant so I'm shakin' Seem like I'm all out of blessings I don't know if God tryna test me Tried to help a nigga and he waste me To tell you the truth, I'm stressin' [Verse 3: Ace Hood] Chea, and I do it for my niggas in jail Doin' time and they tryna make bail I hold it down for them niggas, don't tell Let 'em know they gon' see that appeal Let 'em know it's the real nigga watchin' And never mind, I grind, they stoppin' So middle finger to them fuckin' Feds They gave my dawg 25 in the pen All my snitch niggas say he did it With no lawyer, the judge don't bend K'Supa Jock, I love ya homie So I put that shit on my kid And up on my unborn kids So once you know you a nigga that's gone Is locked up with a struggle at home Put'cha hands up in the sky Let 'em know that he ain't alone The real niggas hold it down at home And real niggas gon' hold they own Yup yup, hold they own [Chorus: Plies] Done fucked around and got a hoe pregnant My lawyer hollerin', "Nigga pay me" Niggas locked up tryna spray me I got a warrant so I'm shakin' Seem like I'm all out of blessings I don't know if God tryin' test me Tried to help a nigga and he waste me To tell you the truth, I'm stressin' Done fucked around and got a hoe pregnant My lawyer hollerin', "Nigga pay me" Niggas locked up tryna spray me I got a warrant so I'm shakin' Seem like I'm all out of blessings I don't know if God tryna test me Tried to help a nigga and he waste me To tell you the truth, I'm stressin'

why is this video titled as the instrumental version when it's not, it's the ordinary version with the vocals???????

This Is My Favorite Hip-Hop Song - TheBeatBreaker08 - New York - Jeffrey Atkins Ja-Rule Feat Joseph Antonio Cartagena Fat Joe & Jason Phillips Jadakiss [Produced By Irving Domingo Lorenzo Jr. Irv Gotti & Cool & Dre] [Year: 2004] [Album: R.U.L.E.] [Official Music Video] [Explicit]

3:55

6

Midnight club days lmao

JR 🔥🔥🔥

I really love being Kuwaiti❤

It's not comments it's just I have done those ssnumbers already. I moved. And some darn good ones too ask the gang gang: Genetics

Now my name when I choose it through ability will I be any 1234567 I don't do anybody seeing through my eyes.

This was before DJ Khalid started eating Ice Cream like Rick Ross

0:45 the part I was looking for

興味がないぜ　何がアベレージ　俺巻き直したアドバンテージ 憧れの場所まであと何センチ

Payback music iykyk

2024 and still my favorite JR Rotem beat.

2024📆high school🏫🐏lit🔥

2024📆high school🏫🐏lit🔥

This beat is REDICIULOUS!! Shit this beat made anybody think they could freestyle 😂

Never gonna stop tryin' to get it (Two) Never turn my back on my city (Three) Never let the money fuck with me (Four) I'ma never stop hollerin' at the bitches And the sets go up And the sets go up And the sets go up And the sets go up And the sets go up And the sets go up And the sets go up And the sets go up And the sets go up And the sets go up And the sets go up And the sets go up And the sets go up And the sets go up And the sets go up And the sets go up And the sets go up Hey homie, you don't wanna get familiar with us Fuckin' over you would give me and my niggaz a rush I'm sick of all you and the fortune and supposed to be thugs Tellin' stories 'bout your life when that was not how it was Yeah, a nigga did some shit back in the days with the pack Like in your hood, when you was out there gettin' paid with the crack You get the fuck when you hear shots and it's not yo' peep But if a ricochet hit you, you better pop yo' heat Yeah, you know I'm from the 'Nolia but you do not know me Quit eyeballin' a nigga down 'fore you get shot homie You don't wanna know what I've been thinkin' up You better go 'head on and find you another spot to chill 'cause I've been drinkin' 'cause we see a light and everything ain't great It's like everybody mind is in the same old state, ya know I'll throw a nigga fucked up with his revenues I'ma tell you four fuckin' things I'ma never do Never gonna stop tryin' to get it (Two) Never turn my back on my city (Three) Never let the money fuck with me (Four) I'ma never stop hollerin' at the bitches And the sets go up And the sets go up And the sets go up And the sets go up And the sets go up And the sets go up And the sets go up And the sets go up And the sets go up From the 3 to the 17, ey yo, we doin' it big If you're ghetto you know who Wacko and Juvenile is New Orleans, see I'ma rep that, 'cause these my peeps You could pick up some bad habits hangin' in these streets Have you talkin' to this and that nigga and showin' your teeth Walkin' 'round you like you took care and you handled your beef Pissed off 'cause your hoe wanna come talk to me To show me the little gift that she done bought for me I take it back to when the big timers was pushin' the size When niggaz wore Dickies suits like it was regular jobs We cop Adidas, ghost town and Anita's used to be packed And rumors started poppin' and it started to crack We used to drink Crazy Horse and shoot dice in the back We had four rules in life and I can promise you that Never gonna stop tryin' to get it (Two) Never turn my back on my city (Three) Never let the money fuck with me (Four) I'ma never stop hollerin' at the bitches And the sets go up And the sets go up And the sets go up And the sets go up And the sets go up And the sets go up And the sets go up And the sets go up And the sets go up Now why you muggin' a nigga? Let that bitch go Let her bounce with a gangsta out six coat Let her wil' out and flick it off a disco Let me gas up, dick her down and get ghost Ain't trickin' for the vagina, I like to get throat Yo' stupid ass tryin' to stay in here and lick toes Good girls love G's, that's how the shit go That's why niggaz need to tighten up and get low I know you heard of, I'm gettin' doe Let me check my palm pilot, I'm gettin' hoes Let me check my squad' wallets, we gettin' close My squad up in the crowd wilin', they spittin' more Drive by in the '5-5, forget a '4 Five, five and another five, we get a show Fifteen and another five, you'll get some blow You hustlin' your block, pop and you get some more Never gonna stop tryin' to get it (Two) Never turn my back on my city (Three) Never let the money fuck with me (Four) I'ma never stop hollerin' at these bitches And the sets go up And the sets go up And the sets go up And the sets go up And the sets go up And the sets go up And the sets go up And the sets go up And the sets go up And the sets go up And the sets go up And the sets go up And the sets go up And the sets go up And the sets go up And the sets go up And the sets go up

Man to man, gyal to gyal das wrong scorrrrrnnn demmmmm