I remember when Kanye made this and showed it to jay-Z

Kanye west beats .😁😁👍🏼

Who is here to compare kanyes recreation of this beat to the original.

This beat sounds like it was made on a kids casio piano with looped preset sounds 💀 objectively mid.

str8 outta comptonnnnnnn

Yo vengo de los suburbios mi hermano el sur es turbio tarde hermosa y mañana de muertos moribundos No se confundan que yo no me confundo Otro la base fuman Yo sobre la base rapeo y fumo uno no resto solo sumo los que opine el resto es es punto a parte aparte apunto a lo alto quiero que a los míos nunca le falte pa comer

12Hunna on the beat for my squad, I go hard I love my squad for my squad, I go hard Yeah, Sosa baby gBE, baby O'Block 3Hunna Heh, heh, heh, heh yeah, yeah Bang bang I love my squad for my squad I go hard You holdin' that cash, you get robbed Or get somebody dropped at your squad Nothin' but shooters and stars in this squad GBE, 300, O'Block All these fuck niggas mad, 'cause we on top We ain't trippin', we lettin' off shots And they know Got a hundred up in that TEC So fuck nigga don't get wet I say it's just us, it's just that And bitch I'mma role for my set So fuck nigga duck Or get wet or have Boss Top at your neck I'm screamin', "Free 5 and free Slick" For them, we keep niggas upset Lots of bankrolls and hoes I be bangin' bad hoes with my bros We be some stars, that bitch know Act slow, slap her with a bankroll My boys gon' blow, that nigga know He better pray to God for his soul We come to his town, to his Show, and start poppin' shit, crisco Tray Savage got the MAC And he comin' at your back We at your front and your back With them thirties in them straps We got hundreds in them TECs, make it rain Niggas don't get wet Bitch, we thumbin' through that check We pull up, they "Who is that?", yeah I love my squad for my squad I go hard You holdin' that cash, you get robbed Or get somebody dropped at your squad Nothin' but shooters and stars in this squad GBE, 300, O'Block All these fuck niggas mad, 'cause we on top We ain't trippin', we lettin' off shots And they know

3:10 yall wake me up

Awesome man (I realized ghetto bird by ice cube uses the beginning just differently

We goin back to gta with this one!!🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

RIP EAZY E ❤❤❤

0:31

yella and Dre killed this beat

boring aa beat lmao

A tone my daughter made while whining trying to boss...me made me think of the intŕo sound.....😅

Wokeuplikethis* instrumental made in 20 mins and 10000X better

Retumban Las sirenas al sonido del boom bap Gritan desde la penumbra Alumbra la sombra un letrero oxidado Que dice has llegado a ciudad del pecado Hola viajero ¿Te gusta la vista? Me dijo un viejo loco que vagaba en la autopista Ni mafiosos, ni contrabandistas Nah en mi city solo habitan artistas Aquí trafican con rimas y con papel Todo guerrero primero debe saber Romper la tarima para dominar la zona Aquí la prosa destroza pistolas Toma tu munición, prepara la función Comienza la masacre, no para la diversión Ningún rastro de compasión en la competencia En mi city para los criminales hay penitencia Demencia, no piensan adictos a la esencia De todo aquello que les aligere la conciencia ¿No sé quién es peor los que venden esa basura O los estupidos que glorifican su cultura? Se juran regentes, indiferentes Al miedo que remiten en la gente carente De protección no hay salvación Para jóvenes desamparados sin educación La nación pierde el control de toda la situación A causa de políticos llenos de corrupción Son las 3:30 de la mañana estoy en mi cama Pensando en el futuro que quiero para mi hermana No paran, lo hago a mi modo Me descontrolo, disparan Cabrón lo tomo ni por asomo Se atrevan a decir que el rap es algo problemático Si la temática de su música es narcotráfico Que sádico que el tráfico de droga es tendencia Series de TV promocionando violencia Están desaprovechando la tecnología Consumiendo cosas que destrozan su psicología Tantas muertes, demasiada corrupción Demuestra que te importa y aporta la solución Dime lo que quieres Más dinero y poder? Amar es lo que importa ¿Cuándo lo vas a entender? Mi métrica te pone alerta como anfetamina Mis líneas te dislocan la boca cual cocaína Un léxico analgésico con gotas de morfina Quién necesita drogas cuando domas a la rima Los quiero a todos juntos con el puño bien en alto Gritando "¡Stop the narco!" Ey, los quiero a todos juntos con el dedo medio arriba Gritando "¡Fuck the narco!" Muy buenas noches Donaldo, vamos con el reporte de la noche Y nos informan que un joven rapero de 17 años Fue encontrado muerto en una plaza local Con múltiples disparos al pecho Se desconoce el motivo, o la represalia tomada en su contra Pero ya saben como son las cosas aquí O te callas la puta boca o... Soy Pedro reportando desde la ciudad del pecado y Buenas noches.

0:31

Yo man, what you need? Yo uh, man, I need something, man I need a twenty, man What you got, man? I, I got this rope chain, man Man, this look like that gold on a rose shit from the swap meet It's real, man, it's real This shit ain't real, man You better get the fuck outta here and come back with some money, man C'mon man, be cool, man Y'all Mexicans always come with this shit Yo, Dre! Kick in the bass! Ooh, that's funky, that's funky Like nine cans of shaving powder, that's funky It was once said by a man who couldn't quit Dope man please, can I have another hit? The dope man said "Cluck, I don't give a shit If your girl kneel down and suck my dick" It all happened and the guy tried to choke her Nigga didn't care, she ain't nothing but a smoker That's the way it goes, that's the name of the game Young brother getting over by slanging 'caine Gold around his neck and 14K heavy Bitches clockin' on his dick 24/7 Plus he's makin' money, keep the base heads waiting Rollin' '64 with the fresh ass Daytons Living in Compton, California CA His Uzi up your ass if he don't get paid Nigga beggin' for a credit, he's knocking out teeth Clocking much dollars on the 1st and 15th Big wad of money, nothing less than a twenty Yo, you want a five? Oh, the dope man's got plenty To be a dope man, boy, you must qualify Don't get high off your own supply From a key to a G, it's all about money 10 piece for a 10, base pipe comes free If people out there are not hip to the fact If you see somebody gettin' money for crack he's the Dope man, dope man (Hey, man, give me a hit) Dope man, dope man (Yo man, fuck that shit) Dope man, dope man (We just can't quit) Dope man, dope man (Well suck this, bitch) Wait a minute, wait a minute, who the fuck are you talking to? Do you know who the fuck I am? Man, I can't believe this shit This bitch is tryna gank me Yo, I will slap you upside your head with nine inches of limp dick You need a nigga with money, so you get a dope man Juice that fool for as much as you can She likes his car and he get with her Got a black eye 'cause the dope man hit her Let that slide and you pay it no mind Find that he's slapping you all the time But that's OK 'cause he's so rich And you ain't nothing but a dope man's bitch Do what he say and you keep your mouth shut Poppin' that trash might get you fucked up Will sit and cry if the dope man strike you He don't give a fuck, he got two just like you There's a another girl in the dope man's life Not quite a bitch but far from a wife Just call her Strawberry and everybody know Strawberry, Strawberry is the neighborhood hoe Do anything for a hit or two Give the bitch a rock, she fuck the whole damn crew It might be your wife and it might make you sick Come home and see her mouth on the dope man's dick Strawberry, just look and you will see her But don't fuck around, she'll give you gonorrhea And people out there not hip to the fact That Strawberry is a girl selling pussy for crack to the Dope man, dope man (Hey, man, give me a hit) Dope man, dope man (Yo man, fuck that shit) Dope man, dope man (In your face) Yo Dre! Kick in the bass! Ooh, that's funky, that's funky Like nine cans of shaving powder, that's funky If you smoke 'caine, you a stupid motherfucker Known around the hood as the schoolyard clucker Doing that crack with all the money you got On your hands and knees, searchin' for a piece of rock Jonesin' for a hit and you're lookin' for more Done stole the Alpine out of Eazy's '64 You need your ass whooped 'cause it's out of this earth Can't get a ten piece, need a dollar fifty worth Knucklehead nigga, yeah, you turned into a crook But swear up and down, boy, that you ain't hooked You beat your friend up and you whooped his ass long 'Cause he hit the pipe 'til the rock was all gone You're robbin' and stealin', buggin' and illin' While the dope man's dealin', what is healing your pain? Cocaine, this shit's insane Yo, E, she's a berry, let's run a train "Man, I wouldn't touch that bitch" Me neither Hoe go home and wash out your beaver And niggas out there messin' up people's health Yo, what the fuck you gotta say for yourself? Well, I'm the dope man Yeah, boy, wear corduroy Money up to here but unemployed You keep smokin' that rock and my pocket's gettin' bigger "Yo, got that five-O double up, nigga" Yeah, high rollin', big money I'm foldin' Bitch on my tip for the dick I'm holdin' Strung strawberry jocking me so early Hoe, you want a hit, you gotta get your knees dirty Now, that's my life, that's how it's cut "Hey, dope man" Bitch, shut the fuck up Gotta make a run, it's a big money deal Gankers got the fake but you can get the real from the Dope man, dope man (Yeah, that's me) Dope man, dope man (Yo, can I get a g?) Dope man, dope man (Clock as much as he can) Fuck this shit, who am I? (The dope man!) Yo, Mister dope man, you think you're slick You sold crack to my sister and now she's sick But if she happens to die because of your drug I'm putting in your culo a .38 slug

So much remix possible

kanye the best frfr

Bucata asta-i pentru bagabontii mei de peste tot Baietii care toaca tot rapid de tot pe tocator Bucata asta e numai pentru fratii mei Bucata asta e numai pentru fratii mei Bucata asta-i pentru bagabontii mei de peste tot Baietii care toaca tot rapid de tot pe tocator Bucata asta e numai pentru fratii mei Bucata asta e numai pentru fratii mei Am crescut in mahala Stiu de mic cum merge treaba Sa incerci sa ma arzi pe mine Oagare, te-agiti degeaba Io pot sa te fac din rime Sa-mi dai gratis toata marfa Din momentul in care zic Noi am inventat si harfa Copiii strazii, crema orasului De cand am inceput sa mergem Pe urmele nasului Ne dadeam urmasii lui Pentru ca fuma si cui Dar daca te bagi si spui Jur c-o sa ta bat si scuip De mic am zburat din cuib Cat puteam yo de departe Doar la poker ma mai vezi Linistit citind o carte S-am aterizat pa strada Da nu miroseam a prada In minciuni puteau sa creada Slabiciuni sa nu se vada Daca vrei sa faci minuni Vinzi si iarba si zapada S-aveam alta perspectiva Dintr-o data vedeam cum Doar respectul se castiga Fara bani, nu fi nebun De aici toate se deriva Nu-i nevoie s-o mai spun C-am intrat in prima liga Ca sa-i fac pa fraieri scrum Am tras ca un cal da curse Mai ceva ca Schumacher Si dupa cativa ani buni Am ajuns mare mahar Master in economie Dealerul de gigisan Profu tau de talharie Nemilos ca Genghis Khan Cu mine n-ai cum s-o dai Nu pentru ca te tai Pa mine m-a crescut strada Ca pa printii din Dubai Bucata asta-i pentru bagabontii mei de peste tot Baietii care toaca tot rapid de tot pe tocator Bucata asta e numai pentru fratii mei Bucata asta e numai pentru fratii mei Bucata asta-i pentru bagabontii mei de peste tot Baietii care toaca tot rapid de tot pe tocator Bucata asta e numai pentru fratii mei Bucata asta e numai pentru fratii mei Obisnuiam sa fim mai multi Acuma deja vad totul dublu Doua, trei telefoane Si se umple clubu E plin netu de bagabonti Mai ales youtubeu Ai grija ce vorbesti si cum vorbesti Sa nu faci bubu Ca una e sa comentezi Si sa-ti asumi riscu Cand o sa venim cu bata La usa ca fiscu Cioc, cioc cine e Noi care-ti vrem binele Si-am intrat in casa Peste tine ca albinele Primele crosee sunt cadou Din partea noastra Vai dar ce copil cuminte E al dumneavoastra Ptu sa nu-l deochi acum Ca s-a spart o glastra Si atunci o sa inveti sa zbori Cu tot cu fereastra Si-ti mai fac un frate mic Cand o iau pe ma-ta-n cric Io doar beau, fumez si stric Cu programu asta strict Sunt alergic la prostie Fraierii ma deranjeza Io aleg ce-ti place tie Ce vrei tu nu prea conteaza Nu alerg ca-mi place mie Se fac bani frumosi pa strada Nu traiesti din poezie Cand incepe sa te roada Stomacul de la betie Nu mananci o serenada N-am ales yo viata asta Ca oricum n-aveam de ales Eram mic, cu toate astea Imediat am inteles Nu conteaza cine-i face Banii nu aduc succes Moie Ma pis pa tine, iti trag la moie Bucata asta-i pentru bagabontii mei de peste tot Baietii care toaca tot rapid de tot pe tocator Bucata asta e numai pentru fratii mei Bucata asta e numai pentru fratii mei Bucata asta-i pentru bagabontii mei de peste tot Baietii care toaca tot rapid de tot pe tocator Bucata asta e numai pentru fratii mei Bucata asta e numai pentru fratii mei

Old rap>>>>new rap

🔥🔥🔥🔥

shit goes hard asf

Old school Eminem beat up n 1988 teach u a lesson song

This beat from the old Eminem in 1988 teach you a lesson

Hey you guys

So nasty

0:17

Kanye’s version is crazy

Saweetie and Baby Tate Play How Well Do You Know Each Other | Billboard "Dopeman" lyrics N.W.A. Lyrics Follow N.W.A. on Bandsintown "Dopeman" It was once said by a man who couldn't quit. "Dopeman, please, can I have another hit?" The Dopeman said, "Cluck, I don't give a shit. If your girl kneels down and sucks my dick!" It all happened and the guy tried to choke her. Nigga didn't care, she ain't nothing but a smoker. That's the way it goes, that's the name of the game. Young brother getting over by slangin' caine. Gold around his neck n' 14 K heaven. Bitches clockin on his dick, 24-7. Plus he's makin' money keep the base heads waitin'. Roll the '64 with the fresh-ass Daytons. Livin' in Compton, California, CA. His Uzi up your ass if he don't get paid. Nigga begging for credit, he's knockin' out teeth. Clockin' much dollars on the 1st and 15th. Big wad of money, nothing less than a twenty. Yo, you want a 5-0, the Dopeman got plenty. To be a Dopeman, boy, you must qualify. Don't get high, off your own supply. From a ki to a G, it's all about money. 10-piece, 4-10, base pipe comes free. If people out there not hip to the fact, If you see somebody gettin' money for crack. He's the... Dopeman! Dopeman! "Hey man, gimme a hit!" Dopeman! Dopeman! "Yo, man, fuck that shit!" Dopeman! Dopeman! "We just can't quit!" Dopeman! Dopeman! "Well suck this bitch!" Wait a minute, wait a minute! Who the fuck are you talking to? Do you know who the fuck I am? Man, I can't believe this shit. This bitch is tryin' to gank me! Yo I ought to slap you up side your head with 9 inches of limp dick! You need a nigga with money, so you get a dopeman. Juice that fool for as much as you can. She likes his car and he gets with her. Got a black-eye 'cause the Dopeman hit her. Let that slide and you pay it no mind. Find that he's slapping you, all the time! But that's okay 'cause he's so rich, And you ain't nothin' but a Dopeman's bitch. Do what he say and you keep your mouth shut. Poppin' that trash might get you fucked up. We'll sit and cry if the Dopeman strikes you. He don't give a fuck, he got 2 just like you. There's a another girl in the Dopeman's life. Not quite a bitch but far from a wife. She's called The Strawberry and everybody know "Strawberry! Strawberry! Is the neighborhood hoe". Do anything for a hit or two. Give the bitch a rock and she'll fuck the whole damn crew. It might be your wife and it might make you sick. Come home and see her mouth on the Dopeman's dick. Strawberry, just look you'll see her. But don't fuck around, she'll give you gonorrhea. If people out there not hip to the fact Strawberry is a girl selling pussy for crack to the... Dopeman! Dopeman! "Hey man, gimme a hit!" Dopeman! Dopeman! "Yo, man, fuck that shit!" Dopeman! Dopeman! In your face. Yo Dre, kick in tha bass! If ya smoke 'caine, you're a stupid motherfucker. Known around the hood as the schoolyard clucka'. Doin' that crack with all the money ya got. On ya hands and knees, searching for a piece of rock. Jonzin' for a hit, and ya lookin' for more. Doug stole a Alpine outta Eazy's 64'. Ya need ya ass whooped 'cause it's outta this Earth. Can't get a 10-piece, need a dollar fifty's worth. Knucklehead nigga, you turned into a crook. But swear up and down, boy, that you ain't hooked. You beat ya friend up and you whooped his ass long. 'Cause he hit the pipe till the rock was all gone. You robbin' and stealin', bugging and illin' While the Dopeman's dealin'. What is killin' your pain? Cocaine? This shit's insane. Yo, E, she's a berry, let's run a train! Man, I wouldn't touch that bitch! Me neither, hoe go home and wash out ya beaver. And nigga's are out there, messing up people's health, Yo, what the fuck you gotta say for yourself? Well, I'm the Dopeman, yeah, boy wear corduroy. Money up to here but unemployed. You keep smoking that rock, And my pocket's getting bigger. Yo, got that 5-0, double-up nigga! Yeah, high rollin', big money, I'm foldin Bitch on my tip for the dick I'm holdin'. Strong strawberry, jockin' me so early. Hoe, ya wanna hit? Ya gotta get your knees dirty. Well that's my life, that's how it's cut. "Hey Dopeman!" Bitch shut the fuck up! Gotta make a run, it's a big money deal. Gankers got the fake but you can get the real from the... Dopeman! Dopeman! Yeah, that's me! Dopeman! Dopeman! Yo, can I get a G? Dopeman! Dopeman! Clock as much as he can Fuck this shit, who am I? The Dopeman! Yo, Mr. Dopeman, you think your slick, You sold crack to my sister and now she's sick. But if she happens to die because of your drug, I'm puttin' in your culo, a.38 slug!

This is the night mail crossing the Border, Bringing the cheque and the postal order, Letters for the rich, letters for the poor, The shop at the corner, the girl next door. Pulling up Beattock, a steady climb: The gradient's against her, but she's on time. Past cotton-grass and moorland boulder Shovelling white steam over her shoulder, Snorting noisily as she passes Silent miles of wind-bent grasses. Birds turn their heads as she approaches, Stare from bushes at her blank-faced coaches. Sheep-dogs cannot turn her course; They slumber on with paws across. In the farm she passes no one wakes, But a jug in a bedroom gently shakes. Dawn freshens, Her climb is done. Down towards Glasgow she descends, Towards the steam tugs yelping down a glade of cranes Towards the fields of apparatus, the furnaces Set on the dark plain like gigantic chessmen. All Scotland waits for her: In dark glens, beside pale-green lochs Men long for news. Letters of thanks, letters from banks, Letters of joy from girl and boy, Receipted bills and invitations To inspect new stock or to visit relations, And applications for situations, And timid lovers' declarations, And gossip, gossip from all the nations, News circumstantial, news financial, Letters with holiday snaps to enlarge in, Letters with faces scrawled on the margin, Letters from uncles, cousins, and aunts, Letters to Scotland from the South of France, Letters of condolence to Highlands and Lowlands Written on paper of every hue, The pink, the violet, the white and the blue, The chatty, the catty, the boring, the adoring, The cold and official and the heart's outpouring, Clever, stupid, short and long, The typed and the printed and the spelt all wrong. Thousands are still asleep, Dreaming of terrifying monsters Or of friendly tea beside the band in Cranston's or Crawford's: Asleep in working Glasgow, asleep in well-set Edinburgh, Asleep in granite Aberdeen, They continue their dreams, But shall wake soon and hope for letters, And none will hear the postman's knock Without a quickening of the heart, For who can bear to feel himself forgotten?

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Lyrics: [Verse 1: Ice Cube] It was once said by a man who couldn't quit "Dopeman, please can I have another hit?" The dope man said, "Clucka, I don't give a shit If your girl kneel down and sucked my dick" It all happened and the guy tried to choke her Nigga didn't care, she ain't nothing but a smoker That's the way it goes, that's the name of the game Young brother getting over by slanging 'caine Gold around his neck in 14 k heaven Bitches jocking on his dick 24-7 Plus he's making money keeping the base heads waiting Rollin' six four with the fresh ass daytons Living in Compton, California CA His uzi up yo ass if he don't get paid Nigga begging for credit, he's knocking out teeth Clocking much dollars on the 1st and 15th Big wad of money, nothing less than a twenty Yo, you want a five-oh? The dope man's got plenty To be a dope man, boy, you must qualify Don't get high off your own supply From a key to a g it's all about money 10 piece for 10 base, pipe comes free And people out there are not hip to the fact If you see somebody getting money for crack, he's the [Chorus] Dopeman, dopeman! Hey man give me a hit Dopeman, dopeman! Yo man fuck that shit Dopeman, dopeman! We just can't quit Dopeman, dopeman! Well, suck this bitch! [Interlude: Dr. Dre] Wait a minute -- who the fuck are you talking to? Do you know who the fuck I am? Man, I can't believe this shit -- this bitch is trying to gank me I'll slap you up side your head with nine inches of limp dick! [Verse 2: Ice Cube] You need a nigga with money so you get a dopeman Juice that fool for as much as you can She likes his car and he gets with her Got a black eye cause the dopeman hit her Let that slide and you pay it no mind Find that he's slapping you all the time But that's okay, cause he's so rich And you ain't nothing but a dopeman's bitch! Do what he say and you keep your mouth shut Popping that trash might get you fucked up You'll sit and cry if the dope man strikes you He don't give a fuck - he got two just like you There's a another girl in the dopeman's life Not quite a bitch but far from a wife Sh'es called the strawberry and everybody know Strawberry, strawberry is the neighborhood ho Do anything for a hit or two Give tha bitch a rock, she'll fuck the whole damn crew It might be your wife and it might make you sick Come home and see her mouth on the dopeman's dick Strawberry just look and you'll see her But don't fuck around or she'll give you gonorrhea And people out there are not hip to the fact That Strawberry is a girl selling pussy for crack to the [Chorus] Dopeman, dopeman! Hey man give me a hit Dopeman, dopeman! Hey yo man fuck that shit Dopeman, dopeman! In yo face Yo Dre, kick in the bass! [Verse 3: Ice Cube] If you smoke 'caine, you're a stupid motherfucker Known around the hood as the schoolyard clucker Doing that crack with all the money you got On your hands and knees searching for a piece of rock Jonesing for a hit and you're looking for more Done stole a Alpine of out Eazy's 6-4 You need your ass whooped cause it's out of this earth Can't get a 10 piece need a dolla fifty's worth Knucklehead nigga, yeah, you turned into a crook But swear up and down, boy, that you ain't hooked You beat your friend up and you whooped his ass long Cause he hit the pipe till the rock was all gone You're robbing and stealing, bugging and illing While the dope man's dealing What is killing your pain, cocaine, this shit's insane Yo, E, she's a berry, let's run a train [Eazy-E] Man, I wouldn't touch that bitch [Ice Cube] Me neither; Ho, go home and wash out your beaver And niggas out there messing up people's health Yo, what the fuck yo gotta say for yourself? [Eazy-E] Well, I'm the dopeman - yeah, boy, wear corduroy Money up to here but unemployed You keep smoking that rock and my pocket's getting bigger [Dr. Dre] Yo, got that five-0 - double up, nigga [Eazy-E] Yeah, high rolling, big money I'm folding Bitch on my tip for the dick I'm holding Strung strawberry jocking me so early Ho, you want a hit you gotta get your knees dirty Well, that's my life that how it's cut [Girls] Hey, dopeman! [Eazy-E] Bitch, shut the fuck up Gotta make a run, it's a big money deal Gankers got the fake but you can get the real from the [Chorus] Dopeman, dopeman! Yeah, that's me Dopeman, dopeman! Yo, can I get a "g"? Dopeman, dopeman! Clock as much as he can Fuck this shit, who am I? THE DOPEMAN! [Krazy D] Yo, mister dopeman, you think you're slick You sold crack to my sister and now she's sick But if she happens to die because of your drug I'm putting in your culo a .38 slug!

we are all here for the lead

This beat will always be 🔥 & a Classic!! Much Respect for This One Man ✊️💯💯💯

great job thank you

🔥🔥

Anyone know the kick drum in the opening drop?

This break.... that siren..you just know...influenced everything upto jungle in some way.. Then ghetto bird too...

Only real niggas know this song

Dre is the greatest beat maker in rap history and there isn’t a close number 2

What are those synthesized horns called at the beginning

That shit banging, came out when I was 14, I'll be 50 next month, DAMN Lol

This Mf beat gone survive throughout all Ages!!!!!

great job

So funky

Dis is a bangah!

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