Sto facendo buste con pagine di riviste 🗣️🗣️🔥🔥

HOW DO YOU DO

Damn the this diamond made me like nas

trump 2024

Money gang Brr, brr Racconti storie e le storie degli altri (grr) Si vede da come parli Tu certe cose nemmeno le hai viste (no, no) Mi parli di droga, mi parli di armi Mi parli di grosse pile di contanti (uoh) Grossi amici latitanti Ma un grosso babbo di minchia, fra' È l'unica cosa che vedo davanti E c'è la tua bitch che mi chiama (prr, prr, prr) Sempre alle quattro di notte Dice che sei tutto fatto di Xanax Dice che non glielo dai così forte (no, no) La porto in centro e le compro due borse (okay) Una per tenermi i soldi (okay) Tutti 'sti trapper nemmeno li vedo Nemmeno li cago, fra', sono già morti (brr) Tu fai la strada solo sul microfono Il mio fra' è pazzo, c'ha il naso bionico Ho alzato soldi come sulla panca piana C'ho la tua puttana sopra il cofano E chiamo un amico (prr, prr, prr) Passa a prendermi sopra un attrezzo (no, no) Sull'asfalto come le mie suole (no, no) Mentre stiamo fumando sul tetto (pu, pu, pu, pu) E mi trovi in giro senza bodyguard Chiamo un amico (no) Ho due macchine ma non le guido (ska) Nel tuo quartiere mi fanno il tifo, brr, brr Mi trovi in giro (brr) senza bodyguard Chiamo un amico (no, no) Ho due macchine ma non le guido (ska) Nel tuo quartiere mi fanno il tifo, brr, brr Antiproiettile per il tuo odio (pa, pa, pa) Quante cazzate dette sul mio conto Soldi sul conto, li sposto, li muovo Li faccio, li spendo, li faccio di nuovo Lo so che questi mi vogliono morto Sono poveretti, come dargli torto Volevi la coppa ma ti prendi il cono Lei che mi dice: "Sei un poco di buono", ehi Sono fuori in questa baraonda Troppi soldi, c'è una bara tonda Rappi bene però io mi annoio Sulla Lambo slittiamo in rotonda (ska, ska) Cinquanta sul polso, cinquanta se suono La Madonna al collo, la stessa del Duomo Anche la tua tipa sa bene chi sono Tu sei ancora a zero, come l'anno scorso Euro nei pantaloni, mi spiace, non so i loro nomi, (no, no) ehi Non ho capito ancora perché nomini me o i miei homies, ehi (brr) Ho vari figli, ho vari sosia, ho vari cloni, ehi Ma non ho competitori, ehi, ehi Mi trovi in giro (brr) senza bodyguard Chiamo un amico (no, no) Ho due macchine ma non le guido (ska) Nel tuo quartiere mi fanno il tifo, brr, brr Mi trovi in giro (brr) senza bodyguard Chiamo un amico (no, no) Ho due macchine ma non le guido (ska) Nel tuo quartiere mi fanno il tifo, (ok, ok, ok, ok, ok) brr, brr, brr Money gang Billion Headz Money gang, gang, gang, gang Dal niente a qualcosa Da qualcosa a tutto Sfera Ebbasta, fra', ehi

Sta canzone fatta cosi spacca di brutto

Yeah, yeah, aiyyo black, it's time (word?) (Word, it's time nigga?) Yeah, it's time man (a'ight nigga, begin) Straight out the fucking dungeons of rap Where fake niggas don't make it back I don't know how to start this shit, yo Rappers, I monkey flip 'em with the funky rhythm I be kicking, musician, inflictin' composition Of pain, I'm like Scarface sniffin' cocaine Holding an M-16, see with the pen I'm extreme, now Bullet holes left in my peepholes, I'm suited up in street clothes Hand me a nine and I'll defeat foes Y'all know my steelo, with or without the airplay I keep some E&J, sitting bent up in the stairway Or either on the corner betting Grants with the cee-lo champs Laughing at baseheads trying to sell some broken amps G-packs get off quick, forever niggas talk shit Reminiscin' about the last time the Task Force flipped Niggas be running through the block shootin' Time to start the revolution, catch a body, head for Houston Once they caught us off-guard, the MAC-10 was in the grass and I ran like a cheetah with thoughts of an assassin Pick the MAC up, told brothers, "Back up, " the MAC spit Lead was hitting niggas, one ran, I made him backflip Heard a few chicks scream, my arm shook, couldn't look Gave another squeeze, heard it click, "Yo, my shit is stuck" Try to cock it, it wouldn't shoot, now I'm in danger Finally pulled it back and saw three bullets caught up in the chamber So now I'm jetting to the building lobby And it was full of children probably couldn't see as high as I be It's like the game ain't the same Got younger niggas pulling the triggers, bringing fame to their name And claim some corners, crews without guns are goners In broad daylight, stickup kids, they run up on us 4-5's and gauges, MAC's, in fact Same niggas will catch a back-to-back, snatching your cracks in black There was a snitch on the block getting niggas knocked So hold your stash 'til the coke price drop I know this crackhead who said she's got to smoke nice rock And if it's good, she'll bring you customers in measuring pots But yo, you gotta slide on a vacation, inside information Keeps large niggas erasin' and their wives basin' It drops deep as it does in my breath I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is defined I think of crime when I'm in a New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind Be having dreams that I'm a gangsta, drinking Moets, holding TECs Making sure the cash came correct, then I stepped Investments in stocks, sewing up the blocks to sell rocks Winning gunfights with mega-cops But just a nigga walking with his finger on the trigger Make enough figures until my pockets get bigger I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin' Give me a Smith & Wesson, I have niggas undressin' Thinking of cash flow, buddah and shelter Whenever frustrated, I'ma hijack Delta In the P.J.'s, my blend tape plays, bullets are strays Young bitches is grazed, each block is like a maze Full of black rats trapped, plus the Island is packed From what I hear in all the stories when my peoples come back, black I'm living where the nights is jet-black The fiends fight to get crack I just max, I dream I can sit back And lamp like Capone, with drug scripts sewn Or the legal luxury life, rings flooded with stones, homes I got so many rhymes I don't think I'm too sane Life is parallel to Hell but I must maintain And be prosperous, though we live dangerous, cops could just Arrest me, blaming us, we're held like hostages It's only right that I was born to use mics And the stuff that I write is even tougher than dykes I'm taking rappers to a new plateau, through rap slow My rhymin' is a vitamin held without a capsule The smooth criminal on beat breaks Never put me in your box if your shit eats tapes The city never sleeps, full of villains and creeps That's where I learned to do my hustle, had to scuffle with freaks I'm an addict for sneakers, 20s of buddah and bitches with beepers In the streets I can greet ya, about blunts I teach ya Inhale deep like the words of my breath I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death I lay puzzle as I backtrack to earlier times Nothing's equivalent to the New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind Nasty Nas Nasty Nas Nas Nasty Nas Nasty Nas Nas Nas Nasty Nas Nasty Nas Nasty Nas Nasty Nas Nasty Nas Nasty Nas

Bakar part goes crazy 🔥

Are you still down?

the beat sounds so good when its slowed 🔥

Good stuff man

"But wait a minute I don't have time for this, these are your kids?" "I'm buying them to"

Hey la fai balanite dei verdena slowed-reverbed?

Yeah, yeah, aiyyo black, it's time (word?) (Word, it's time nigga?) Yeah, it's time man (a'ight nigga, begin) Straight out the fucking dungeons of rap Where fake niggas don't make it back I don't know how to start this shit, yo Rappers, I monkey flip 'em with the funky rhythm I be kicking, musician, inflictin' composition Of pain, I'm like Scarface sniffin' cocaine Holding an M-16, see with the pen I'm extreme, now Bullet holes left in my peepholes, I'm suited up in street clothes Hand me a nine and I'll defeat foes Y'all know my steelo, with or without the airplay I keep some E&J, sitting bent up in the stairway Or either on the corner betting Grants with the cee-lo champs Laughing at baseheads trying to sell some broken amps G-packs get off quick, forever niggas talk shit Reminiscin' about the last time the Task Force flipped Niggas be running through the block shootin' Time to start the revolution, catch a body, head for Houston Once they caught us off-guard, the MAC-10 was in the grass and I ran like a cheetah with thoughts of an assassin Pick the MAC up, told brothers, "Back up, " the MAC spit Lead was hitting niggas, one ran, I made him backflip Heard a few chicks scream, my arm shook, couldn't look Gave another squeeze, heard it click, "Yo, my shit is stuck" Try to cock it, it wouldn't shoot, now I'm in danger Finally pulled it back and saw three bullets caught up in the chamber So now I'm jetting to the building lobby And it was full of children probably couldn't see as high as I be It's like the game ain't the same Got younger niggas pulling the triggers, bringing fame to their name And claim some corners, crews without guns are goners In broad daylight, stickup kids, they run up on us 4-5's and gauges, MAC's, in fact Same niggas will catch a back-to-back, snatching your cracks in black There was a snitch on the block getting niggas knocked So hold your stash 'til the coke price drop I know this crackhead who said she's got to smoke nice rock And if it's good, she'll bring you customers in measuring pots But yo, you gotta slide on a vacation, inside information Keeps large niggas erasin' and their wives basin' It drops deep as it does in my breath I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is defined I think of crime when I'm in a New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind Be having dreams that I'm a gangsta, drinking Moets, holding TECs Making sure the cash came correct, then I stepped Investments in stocks, sewing up the blocks to sell rocks Winning gunfights with mega-cops But just a nigga walking with his finger on the trigger Make enough figures until my pockets get bigger I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin' Give me a Smith & Wesson, I have niggas undressin' Thinking of cash flow, buddah and shelter Whenever frustrated, I'ma hijack Delta In the P.J.'s, my blend tape plays, bullets are strays Young bitches is grazed, each block is like a maze Full of black rats trapped, plus the Island is packed From what I hear in all the stories when my peoples come back, black I'm living where the nights is jet-black The fiends fight to get crack I just max, I dream I can sit back And lamp like Capone, with drug scripts sewn Or the legal luxury life, rings flooded with stones, homes I got so many rhymes I don't think I'm too sane Life is parallel to Hell but I must maintain And be prosperous, though we live dangerous, cops could just Arrest me, blaming us, we're held like hostages It's only right that I was born to use mics And the stuff that I write is even tougher than dykes I'm taking rappers to a new plateau, through rap slow My rhymin' is a vitamin held without a capsule The smooth criminal on beat breaks Never put me in your box if your shit eats tapes The city never sleeps, full of villains and creeps That's where I learned to do my hustle, had to scuffle with freaks I'm an addict for sneakers, 20s of buddah and bitches with beepers In the streets I can greet ya, about blunts I teach ya Inhale deep like the words of my breath I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death I lay puzzle as I backtrack to earlier times Nothing's equivalent to the New York state of mind

Biggie vibes

who came after the trump edit

High tide low tide Bob Marley slowed reverb, please

This is sick bro

Who listening in 2068 Gta 6 is not out yet 😢

Il suicidio dei samurai dei verdena la fai slowed?

Overview Lyrics Videos Listen Artists Main results Yeah, yeah, aiyyo black, it's time (word?) (Word, it's time nigga?) Yeah, it's time man (a'ight nigga, begin) Straight out the fucking dungeons of rap Where fake niggas don't make it back I don't know how to start this shit, yo Rappers, I monkey flip 'em with the funky rhythm I be kicking, musician, inflictin' composition Of pain, I'm like Scarface sniffin' cocaine Holding an M-16, see with the pen I'm extreme, now Bullet holes left in my peepholes, I'm suited up in street clothes Hand me a nine and I'll defeat foes Y'all know my steelo, with or without the airplay I keep some E&J, sitting bent up in the stairway Or either on the corner betting Grants with the cee-lo champs Laughing at baseheads trying to sell some broken amps G-packs get off quick, forever niggas talk shit Reminiscin' about the last time the Task Force flipped Niggas be running through the block shootin' Time to start the revolution, catch a body, head for Houston Once they caught us off-guard, the MAC-10 was in the grass and I ran like a cheetah with thoughts of an assassin Pick the MAC up, told brothers, "Back up, " the MAC spit Lead was hitting niggas, one ran, I made him backflip Heard a few chicks scream, my arm shook, couldn't look Gave another squeeze, heard it click, "Yo, my shit is stuck" Try to cock it, it wouldn't shoot, now I'm in danger Finally pulled it back and saw three bullets caught up in the chamber So now I'm jetting to the building lobby And it was full of children probably couldn't see as high as I be It's like the game ain't the same Got younger niggas pulling the triggers, bringing fame to their name And claim some corners, crews without guns are goners In broad daylight, stickup kids, they run up on us 4-5's and gauges, MAC's, in fact Same niggas will catch a back-to-back, snatching your cracks in black There was a snitch on the block getting niggas knocked So hold your stash 'til the coke price drop I know this crackhead who said she's got to smoke nice rock And if it's good, she'll bring you customers in measuring pots But yo, you gotta slide on a vacation, inside information Keeps large niggas erasin' and their wives basin' It drops deep as it does in my breath I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is defined I think of crime when I'm in a New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind Be having dreams that I'm a gangsta, drinking Moets, holding TECs Making sure the cash came correct, then I stepped Investments in stocks, sewing up the blocks to sell rocks Winning gunfights with mega-cops But just a nigga walking with his finger on the trigger Make enough figures until my pockets get bigger I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin' Give me a Smith & Wesson, I have niggas undressin' Thinking of cash flow, buddah and shelter Whenever frustrated, I'ma hijack Delta In the P.J.'s, my blend tape plays, bullets are strays Young bitches is grazed, each block is like a maze Full of black rats trapped, plus the Island is packed From what I hear in all the stories when my peoples come back, black I'm living where the nights is jet-black The fiends fight to get crack I just max, I dream I can sit back And lamp like Capone, with drug scripts sewn Or the legal luxury life, rings flooded with stones, homes I got so many rhymes I don't think I'm too sane Life is parallel to Hell but I must maintain And be prosperous, though we live dangerous, cops could just Arrest me, blaming us, we're held like hostages It's only right that I was born to use mics And the stuff that I write is even tougher than dykes I'm taking rappers to a new plateau, through rap slow My rhymin' is a vitamin held without a capsule The smooth criminal on beat breaks Never put me in your box if your shit eats tapes The city never sleeps, full of villains and creeps That's where I learned to do my hustle, had to scuffle with freaks I'm an addict for sneakers, 20s of buddah and bitches with beepers In the streets I can greet ya, about blunts I teach ya Inhale deep like the words of my breath I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death I lay puzzle as I backtrack to earlier times Nothing's equivalent to the New York state of mind

2024 And Beyond

Ci ho fatto un feat da solone bel boobbab 🕊🕊🕊🕊🕊🕊🕊🕊🕊🕊

banger

Yeah, yeah, aiyyo black, it's time (word?) (Word, it's time nigga?) Yeah, it's time man (a'ight nigga, begin) Straight out the fucking dungeons of rap Where fake niggas don't make it back I don't know how to start this shit, yo Rappers, I monkey flip 'em with the funky rhythm I be kicking, musician, inflictin' composition Of pain, I'm like Scarface sniffin' cocaine Holding an M-16, see with the pen I'm extreme, now Bullet holes left in my peepholes, I'm suited up in street clothes Hand me a nine and I'll defeat foes Y'all know my steelo, with or without the airplay I keep some E&J, sitting bent up in the stairway Or either on the corner betting Grants with the cee-lo champs Laughing at baseheads trying to sell some broken amps G-packs get off quick, forever niggas talk shit Reminiscin' about the last time the Task Force flipped Niggas be running through the block shootin' Time to start the revolution, catch a body, head for Houston Once they caught us off-guard, the MAC-10 was in the grass and I ran like a cheetah with thoughts of an assassin Pick the MAC up, told brothers, "Back up, " the MAC spit Lead was hitting niggas, one ran, I made him backflip Heard a few chicks scream, my arm shook, couldn't look Gave another squeeze, heard it click, "Yo, my shit is stuck" Try to cock it, it wouldn't shoot, now I'm in danger Finally pulled it back and saw three bullets caught up in the chamber So now I'm jetting to the building lobby And it was full of children probably couldn't see as high as I be It's like the game ain't the same Got younger niggas pulling the triggers, bringing fame to their name And claim some corners, crews without guns are goners In broad daylight, stickup kids, they run up on us 4-5's and gauges, MAC's, in fact Same niggas will catch a back-to-back, snatching your cracks in black There was a snitch on the block getting niggas knocked So hold your stash 'til the coke price drop I know this crackhead who said she's got to smoke nice rock And if it's good, she'll bring you customers in measuring pots But yo, you gotta slide on a vacation, inside information Keeps large niggas erasin' and their wives basin' It drops deep as it does in my breath I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is defined I think of crime when I'm in a New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind Be having dreams that I'm a gangsta, drinking Moets, holding TECs Making sure the cash came correct, then I stepped Investments in stocks, sewing up the blocks to sell rocks Winning gunfights with mega-cops But just a nigga walking with his finger on the trigger Make enough figures until my pockets get bigger I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin' Give me a Smith & Wesson, I have niggas undressin' Thinking of cash flow, buddah and shelter Whenever frustrated, I'ma hijack Delta In the P.J.'s, my blend tape plays, bullets are strays Young bitches is grazed, each block is like a maze Full of black rats trapped, plus the Island is packed From what I hear in all the stories when my peoples come back, black I'm living where the nights is jet-black The fiends fight to get crack I just max, I dream I can sit back And lamp like Capone, with drug scripts sewn Or the legal luxury life, rings flooded with stones, homes I got so many rhymes I don't think I'm too sane Life is parallel to Hell but I must maintain And be prosperous, though we live dangerous, cops could just Arrest me, blaming us, we're held like hostages It's only right that I was born to use mics And the stuff that I write is even tougher than dykes I'm taking rappers to a new plateau, through rap slow My rhymin' is a vitamin held without a capsule The smooth criminal on beat breaks Never put me in your box if your shit eats tapes The city never sleeps, full of villains and creeps That's where I learned to do my hustle, had to scuffle with freaks I'm an addict for sneakers, 20s of buddah and bitches with beepers In the streets I can greet ya, about blunts I teach ya Inhale deep like the words of my breath I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death I lay puzzle as I backtrack to earlier times Nothing's equivalent to the New York state of mind

QG YAAAH AYYYY

dam this sound really good dam

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"They got money for war but they cant feed the poor" -Tupac Shakur

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this improved my performance, ty.

West side 4life

i dont smoke anymore but i love this music ❤🇲🇽

molto molto bella, grazie!

Nas in his prime ran the fucking world

Perfection

nas was legit match with bigge the best nyc rapper

CHIAGO 😎

spettacolo

1:56 ❄️🔥

Spring chicken eater ID’d as a ring leader

What’s the video name in the background?

Se mi trema la mano

peace for our small children and all their gramps grams mother and fathers. down wit AMERICAN RIGHTS,, ITS NOT FOR THE FREE WOURLD TO COME NEVER A NEIOUBOR IN SCHOOL OR ON THE BLOCK, NAW YOU SHOULD SEE YOURSELVES TRYING WAY TO HARD TO BE FOR REAL.

Radical, dai svegliati Oh, my god Oh, my god Oh, my god Lei che mi si accolla a casa perché ce l'ho Chiedi se mi sento dead però non lo so E non voglio nuovi amici almeno per un po' Li ho fatti quindi con il cazzo che me ne andrò (Vi sarebbe piaciuto però) Sembra Billie Eilish, vuole fare un film Ma non so che parte, occhi con le X Ti vorrei salvare, ehi, woah, ma tu mi togli tutta l'energy Mi entri nel cervello come LSD Lei mi invita a cena coi suoi demoni Non voglio psicologi, ma medikit Ti ho vista alle cinque a Roma Termini Ho la soluzione nelle pills, ehi Ho la soluzione nelle bottles Giro a 360, Tokyo Drift, ehi Sceglierei te in mezzo a dieci mad hoes Ho perso la testa con una bitch, ehi Che ha perso la testa con il diavolo Oh, my god, ehi Oh, my god Io non ho la soluzione, ma ho una sensazione Che mi dice che anche tu mi ammazzerai Le altre sono metadone, tu fai più delle altre droghe Spero che non mi debba scendere mai Ma la droga non fa bene, soprattutto da ubriaca Ho il tuo fantasma in stanza e ci parlo se sei lontana Mi schianto sul guardrail, sto correndo per la strada Sperando di non passare a casa un'altra serata Ed ho un amico sulle pills ed uno che vive un dramma Ed ho le mani nei miei jeans, tre di notte, torno a casa Dicevi: "Resto qui" e guarda caso te ne sei andata Ma io ci ho messo il cuore e tu a dimenticarmi Ci hai messo una settimana Ho la soluzione nelle pills, ehi Ho la soluzione nelle bottles Giro a 360, Tokyo Drift, ehi Sceglierei te in mezzo a dieci mad hoes Ho perso la testa con una bitch, ehi Che ha perso la testa con il diavolo Oh, my god, ehi Oh, my god Ho la soluzione nelle pills (Oh, my god) Oh, my god Chiedi se mi sento dead, sorry Lei vorrebbe fare un trip con il bad guy Chiedi se mi sento dead, sorry Lei vorrebbe fare un trip con il bad guy Sono il signor clout, baby br-br-br Vuoi parlare del tuo inferno, con me puoi Sai che posso farti uscire dal Matrix Ci uccidiamo come tra negri e bianchi Ed ogni macchina che arriva sembra un drive by Questo mondo va a fuoco solo se vuoi U-u-uh, non posso dimenticarti, oh U-u-uh, non posso dimenticarmi Non per te che mi crei problemi Non per te che mi crei problemi, oh Chiedi se mi sento dead, sorry Lei vorrebbe fare un trip con il bad guy Sono il signor clout, baby br-br-br Vuoi parlare del tuo inferno, con me puoi Sai che posso farti uscire dal Matrix Ci uccidiamo come tra negri e bianchi (oh) Ed ogni macchina che arriva sembra un drive by Questo mondo va a fuoco solo se vuoi Oh, oh, no Fammi toccare il tuo dolore, eh Se ti sentirai mai da sola, no Vuoi che ti porti le prove Ma sembra quasi un film di Lynch E non riesco a capire il cazzo di finale, ok Sto con Mr. Br-br-br, in connessione dal suo appartamento E in 'sti giorni sono Erik Satie Ho una stanza e degli ombrelli, aspetto che ti piova dentro Voglio diventa' ricco con te Voglio fare tutto insieme a te Perché sei la prima che mi fa sentire un qualcosa senza un perché Chiedi se mi sento dead, sorry (Dai, ti prego, non fa' così) Lei vorrebbe fare un drip con il bad guy Sono il signor clout (Bastano due parole e io corro lì) Vuoi parlare del tuo inferno, con me puoi Sai che posso farti uscire dal Matrix (Perché sei la ragione per cui respiro) Ci uccidiamo come tra negri e bianchi Ed ogni macchina che arriva sembra un drive by (Perché sei la ragione per cui sorrido) Questo mondo va a fuoco solo se vuoi U-u-uh, non posso dimenticarti, oh (Dai, ti prego, non fa' così) U-u-uh, non posso dimenticarmi (Bastano due parole e io corro lì) Non per te che mi crei problemi (Perché sei la ragione per cui...) Non per te che mi crei problemi

All Eyez On Me is the religion I live by!!!🙏🏽⛪️

My dad na brother been to New York not me 😕😕😕

La posso ascoltare all'infinito in qualsiasi versione (forse nightcore no)

This hits hard when you sit in hoodie and watching how crypto market pumping up 🏎️🚀😎

NON HO MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAI