I love this song because it's nice

... ممََممممَ......كككَََخَخَخََخَََََكَهَنون٦٦٧٧٧٧ؤ-نهه. ٧٧. م؟. نهه. والله ه. مه. والله ه. والله ه. والله ه. والله نهه. هونهو. ههو هوووهو هوون ه هووو

Scott dam the GOAT

damn bro why'd u stop w the hook instrumentals

Verse 1, Yeah lately ive been hating myself, my girlfreinds telling me i need to get help, i dont sleep no more, my heart is torn, i regret the day i was born, no one asked to be here, its so clear, but i try to hide these tears

trash can ahh song

Title: G-Thang Countdown [Intro] Yeah, it’s ya boy D-O-double-G, Countin’ down from the streets, real Gs gon’ see. Mic check, lemme take y’all on a ride, Snoop-style, West Coast, where the real ones reside. [Verse 1: 10 to 6] 10 steps ahead, I’m the boss of the game, 9 lives like a cat, still dodgin’ the flames. 8 figures in the bank, and the money don’t stop, 7 days of grindin’, every track is a bop. 6 switches on the Chevy, hittin’ lows and highs, Hustlin’ with the homies under Cali skies. [Chorus] It’s the countdown, baby, from the streets to the throne, Every number that I drop, it’s a story I own. Stay true to the G-code, never switch, never fold, Snoop-style countdown, let the legend be told. [Verse 2: 5 to 1] 5-star dinners, but I started with scraps, 4 real homies, always watchin’ my back. 3-piece suits when I’m flexin’ the biz, 2 Glocks tucked, just to handle my biz. 1 mic in my hand, and the world gon’ listen, Snoop D-O-double-G, the king of the mission. [Bridge] We ride low, slow, under streetlights glow, Countin’ every step, makin’ that paper grow. From the hood to the heights, I’m the one they know, West Coast till I die, that’s just how it go. [Outro] Countdown complete, now the crown is mine, Dippin’ through the city with that gangsta shine. Stay smooth, stay true, that’s the motto I keep, From 10 down to 1, now the Gs can sleep.

Chevy stain perfection 😍

Popping since a jit Let alone a hit Something I had to get I could imagine you forget Find yourself in a mess It’s like that I’m blessed some days it’s a curse I guess it’s just minus the stress

R.I.P NLE He Was In Third Place For Best Singing.

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This beat is so 🔥🔥🔥🔥

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I'm ready for a Spanish version 🤔

siete delle pussy quanto stavo male lo sapranno tutti non senti le grida se non è per tutti contano i minuti contiamo i secondi i 4 mura rinchiusi parlo con qualcuno che non vedi a occhi nudi ma tu fai le foto e io comprerò un uzi push it in galleria non ci sono luci sono in paranoia forte e sbando e illusi in giollieria a momenti ci entravo armato con dei blue face siamo allo sbando non ho mai odiato apparte lo sbii cose nell armadio etto frughi cazzo ogni mostro letale non apro patto l’ho appresso se mi odi lo apprezzo cercare loro in cielo per essere salvo ho un amico disperso un altro chiuso nel gabbo é essere umami a essere il primo sbaglio gira gira rigira giga all angola la testa e attaccata il cervello e una simmental e il mio cuore ora e marcio daltronde da altra parte con la gun dove avrei sparato in faccia senza lo sparo in testa senza un rimedio accetta vuoi solo fare il gaaaangster ma sei un pelo in una fessa faccio lo spesa senza fila md per cena

Shit hard to rap on lol all I said is that another bitch that another hoe 😅

This is such a clean beat I love the instrumentals especially with that epic cinematic rise in it absolutely 🔥.

I got to jump on this

I wish

I might use this for a song tbh

I might use this for a song tvh

Is there a version without the hook?

Killer Yeah, it's crazy, I'm a (killer) Made all this money from doin' this D.A. got that dope Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me That's what I do with money, got money up the ass Call it toilet paper, yeah, flushed with cash Girl, nice butt, is it up for grabs? Just wanna touch your ass, is that too much to ask? Yeah I made it grip, I know it's tough to grasp, get the bag Call it potato chips, I stuff in duffel bags On some public transportation shit, 'cause I will bust your ass Fuck the chain, I'm off the trailer hitch, I got a bunch of swag Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me Yeah, I'm a (killer) Yeah, I'm a (what?), I'm a (what?), I'm a (killer) Yeah, look, yeah My income is all that and then some Girl, your man is nincompoop, a symptom Of a simp 'cause he'll spend some loot to get some As for me, I'm like Kim Jong-Un, a pimp, son Swag dripping, I'm in a pub Went up to this chick, who was so tipsy, we went to hug Ended up tripping, I picked her up She yelled out it's her birthday She's fifty and in the club Then it comes on (yeah), that "In da Club" song (yeah) She's a buzzsaw (what?), we goin' numbskull (uh) I live on the edge, she's a jump off (yeah) Call her Cinderella (why?), she loves balls (oh) Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me Yeah, I'm a (killer) Attack like the Ripper All over the track doin' laps like a stripper Now (now), now (now), we'll vow (vow) it out (out) Rap circles around ('round), surround sound (Sound) John Rambo's back and my ammo stacked And I'm cocking raps, I'm on your head Other words, I'm stocking caps and I'm talking facts Like OfficeMax Never down, I'll be up like an insomniac Girl, I got racks you gotta rack How you got all that back and no body fat I'm in awe with that When I stop the Pontiac at the laundry mat that I saw you at You almost had a heart attack when you met Cardiac You ran inside, told your boyfriend like, "I'll be back" But for all you know I probably act like I'm Daniel Wozniak I'm a psycho-chopathic killer I'm a cap peeler, caterpillar With the botanic of bananas you ain't never heard Better vernacular comin' after your scapular For the lack of a better word Dracula 'Cause I'm attackin' a rapper in the phrenic nerve I'm a savage back, put the dagger in the back of competitors Predator and scavenger I am a carnivore and a baller, you're at the dollar store What the fuck you got a wallet for? Y'all are poor I was livin' in squalor but uh-uh, not no more Now I'm the one they holla for Fuckin' shit up like a dinosaur in a China store Bitch, I'm number five (what?), minus four (haha) Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me Yeah, I'm a (killer) Yeah, I'm a (what?), I'm a (what?), I'm a (killer) Yeah Source

mimic on da beat im just trynna spit some flow u already know. hardee county where i be and haters dont mean shit to me. im grateful everyday that i breath and no i dont like to talk that shit but let me talk that shit. i know i aint shit but damn yall like to talk that shit making up a whole lotta shit. drip like this i aint trynna run no game cuz that would be a shame. so please stay tf away from me b i aint got no time for no lames cuz most of yall insane ya ya u may need some brains.

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Aguanile - Hector Lavoe el papà de los pollitos

Shit is 🔥

Travis absolutely DOMINATED that hook bro

Ayy Gang, gang, gang (Mike Will Made it) Lil Capalot, bitch, ha (Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up) Hit the strip after school Couldn't wait 'til I got outta class Used to stare at the clock and shit Before all this rap shit I was gang-bangin' And doin' high-speeds on the cops and shit And I'm straight from the Chi' But I ball like a king up in Cali' And shoot like Stojaković Keep applying that pressure, I go on the run It ain't no lettin' up, ain't no stoppin' it Had to tell my lil brother to chill, gotta stay in the house Come outside, he be poppin' shit You ain't heard about us? Well, you need to go watch the news Niggas know we be droppin' shit Got the feds on my ass in the hood 'Cause they think I'm the one who been buyin' them Glocks and shit I'm just focused on music, they say my last tape was a classic But I got some hotter shit I be rockin' a show, or if I'm not up in the stu' Then I'm fuckin' this cash off Don't you know Polo G, skinny-tall with the dreads That lil nigga be rappin' his ass off Yeah, I heard she got surgery, still wanna climb from the back Just to see if her ass soft Go like Harden, with rockets we blast off Tried to throw us some bullets but we made 'em fumble Like now you ain't gettin' that pass off Spin the block, now I'm takin' my mask off Hit the gas like we racin', speed off in them foreigns And leave tire marks on the asphalt It's gon' be RIP once your ass caught He like frontin', we knockin' his cap off 'Nother day, a new chain on or a MAC bought All this ice got me freezin' like Jack Frost (4 time) That boy a bitch, that's his dad fault (bitch) If you play, then you late, we could crash out (let's go) When I up in his shit, bet it's man down In BOA pullin' them bands out (cash) DOA, bitch, I get your mans out A rockstar from the block, I stand out Came from nothin', I fuck my advance up When I hit the game with my flow, niggas ran off (no cap) Fuck it, I'm not your average Joe When I leave the house I tuck it I'm rich, I don't shop on no budget He clutchin', my lil youngin want him a bucket (score) I hop on this bitch and run it If I said it, I seen it or done it These lil niggas never robbed nobody, ain't caught no body And ain't gettin' no money (cap) Where I'm from it's sports or gunplay We looked up to the killers and dealers But even them niggas won't make it out one day Before my first M, I been had hood fame Took off like I was on the runway I'm a star but still post on the one way Them niggas talk but they won't play We let them guns sing like the choir on Sunday Yeah, yeah Hop on the scene and I'm thuggin' That Glock on my hip, so you know that I'm clutchin' Catch me a opp, I'ma down him in public Police keep askin', I'm changin' the subject The way I grew up, man, a nigga was workin' Why the fuck you got a gun you not gonna bust it? And a hundred some' shots, I ain't doin' no tussin' Givin' niggas temptation like he David Ruffin I ain't gon' cap, I don't even like rappin' But I love wrappin' them bodies and shit Fucked a bitch and when I get done I'ma up my Glock and then rob the bitch Catch a nigga when he clock out I'ma get him wacked at his job and shit And I don't know why the police keep fuckin' with me 'Cause they ain't stoppin' shit, yeah Spin on your block like a remix Shoot him in the face, get his teeth lit Extended clip like a broomstick Shoot a flick like Netflix Scratch a opp off the check-list I just bought a gun off Craigslist Shoot a opp in his brain, I'm leavin' a stain Only thing you see is red shit If the police behind, we kick dust My gun need some drawers, it got nuts Whole gang we strapped, don't test us If a nigga play he gon' get bust, yeah NLE the top shotta Don dada, got the bombs like Al-Qaeda Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

AGUANILEEEEEE

Bunch a 8 bit nobodys, they just ate shit, and hand out hoe money, ya man down don't run it, the bando burnt down, and the stream died go buddy, bunch a dumb fuck know nothing's, I'm bout to come up and come back on em like new jack and the trap on em, throw beats on and kick raps on em, I freestyle my streams but they motivate suicides, rewrite everything just to end with the word genocide, from back in the day pac Wayne and the genuine, e40 that slurricane swervin in my momma's ride.

DY Krazy

Sounds just like the actual song

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this crazy

Go check my bf music out : @KingBaBy321

Never believe them when thry talkin; its like a conversation with steven hawkin avout walkin, chalk chalk again for crimes they solvin

Right không còn đi bán đồ nữa rồi Nhưng nó vẫn đi chơi với cả một lũ tồi Quá nhiều lần nó đã bị lừa dối Cảm ơn chúa nó vẫn là thằng giữ lời Vẫn giao dịch với dealer địa phương Nên cái đ gì tao nói cũng là bịa luôn Trước khi họ gọi đó là hiện trường đấy là chỗ tao vẫn chất hàng chất hàng Hustler thì nhận ra hustler khi gặp nhau ngoài phố bọn tao hất hàm hất hàm Tao cố tránh xa khỏi va chạm dù những thằng là bạn tao nó rất là sẵn sàng Khi tao nói tao không làm nữa, anh em tao tham tiền chúng nó vẫn làm vẫn làm Nếu như họ không nhốt nó lại thì có lẽ bây giờ nó vẫn đang dẫn đoàn Lại 1 ngày ở bên trong thành phố, mấy thằng chó vẫn muốn nói không thành có Mấy em gái vẫn muốn biến tao thành bố, quỷ dữ vẫn muốn biến tao thành nó thành nó không thể chạy hệ điều hành đó, vẫn luôn thô lỗ với mấy em chảnh chó từng trong traphouse có biến lá cây thành giấy, trốn khỏi đó giờ tao biến chữ thành số man, nghe hơi đạo đức giả, tao nói mấy anh em thôi đừng bando không zích đội bóng này không bán độ, công ty đóng giao dịch mỗi tối lúc 8h 24k dây chuyền khi nó bám cổ, 22 cân ở đó khi họ khám nhà Không biết nó sẽ nói gì với cán bộ, nó từng nói với tao sẽ dừng bán mà R k còn đi bán đồ nữa rồi nhưng fadil vẫn đóng như GTA Ném gói 3 như VBA có cả ke ta min MDMA VND trong DNA, lái máy bay VNA tiền mặt hoặc VNpay, tao phi trên dream n wave

~🦾💫🏆⭐✨👑✨⭐🦾

The beat makes me *go stupid*

l see industry plans scrolling lf you're so vigilant There must be an entrance l don't abuse substance l'll rung you out like roofing My chaser is duping

lt's essential to not differentiate yourself From your contrasts Asinine fucks classically typecast their high class Rottweilers let siamese cats do laps Tree saps lime with maple Shadows support abel's looming troubles Gentrification moves with a double double

l don't have the eyes of the classic actress l resort to violence Without a fear factor You can be a montague or capulet Trends can only be set if your phone flips Beset by a local crisis Generated by the size of your abode Use a nightlight if you're by the window You've always been make shift Don't dish it out if you can't take it Taught you're a critic Not taught to be a critic You must think l'm a mastiff

lt isn't not an anti answer That tune is as strange as the pied piper l flex like tail bone When in a precarious situation l look down l've heard of gofer mounds l hoof it to the platform Even though there's no one there to calm down The reason logic and evidence are my best friends Those that show up at my gate Depend on defense

Bitch you better ask somebody lf you don't fuck these bitches They act like they don't know shit about your dick All that's left do is the stipulated tip l'm having a tug of war with your grips l do laps with backflips l'm breaching on these bitches like a watergate pic l ain't tripping cousin You bitter squandered inheritance

I LOVE YOU marshall Bruce Mathers the third you sexy eyed husband ever and always 👑💖💋👑💋💍♥️💍♥️

Can I use it in my Rap song?

Can I please use this sound ? 🙏😮‍💨

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