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Cinque dischi dopo fra' non Cambia il trattamento Il tuo muro di facciata adesso sta cadendo Dice: "Senti questo Dicono che c'ha talento Perché non cambia genere come Cambia il vento" Perché non c'è modo di farmi Credere che il mondo È come lo dite voi più o meno Faccio quello che ho sempre fatto Però mi pagano il viaggio Esemplare semi estinto dalla categoria Sento la tua gelosia (Ma) , ma non me ne frega un cazzo, nah Sei palazzi sopra questi deficienti con I soldi in tasca Fumo Rocky A$AP, avere tutto non mi basta La gente quando suono fa i Salti come la giostra Non sta davanti composta Viene con gli anti-sommossa Tu fratè falla più grossa Accendila e poi passala sù Fai fumare tutta quanta la crew Prima che arriva una macchina blu, ah Bacio lei e chiudo la traccia numero 300 Prego aggiungere un commento Quante volte passa nella vita quel treno E io non lo sapevo Mando a fanculo chi mi dice che Tutto va bene pure un giorno nero Quello che ho fatto non è chissà che Va tutto bene sotto questo cielo Non devo dare spiegazioni a te Non devo dare spiegazioni a te Non devo dare spiegazioni a te Cammino scalzo Dalai Lama Occhi a fessura, YokoHama Occhiali scuri, Max-Mara Fa un caldo che sembra l'Africa, Asmara! Tu potevi stare a casa con La donna delle pulizie E l'oro sui lampadari I miei fratelli fanno più brutto Dei tuoi soci lampadati Io sognavo già l'evasione Con le croci sui calendari Tutto intorno terra bruciata Prova pure a fottere Stalin Cresciuti con il sogno di fare I soldi senza lavoro Eppure ho fatto tutto il contrario: Io Mi sono ucciso da solo Senza coltivare speranza e chiuso al Freddo dentro me stesso L'ansia di un paranoico spinta all'eccesso Metti a confronto il disco tuo, autopsia Con la nostra discografia Riempiresti un armadio La tua è in coma all'ultimo stadio (Ah) Senza contratto, gli amici vanno in radio e Passano il mio singolo succhiatemi il cazzo Quante volte passa nella vita quel treno E io non lo sapevo Mando a fanculo chi mi dice che Tutto va bene pure un giorno nero Quello che ho fatto non è chissà che Va tutto bene sotto questo cielo Non devo dare spiegazioni a te Non devo dare spiegazioni a te Non devo dare spiegazioni a te Uh, sorrido calmo Ma dentro di me sto urlando Da un'altura osservo i miei Nemici uccidersi l'un l'altro Troppi anni ma nascosto in Ombra come un latitante Perso tra ste schiere di comparse scialbe Ai lati in tante HoodByAir, o con le cuffie nel Colletto blu della polo Spingo più su dell'Apollo Di ossa ne spacco pu-pure più della polio Pollock olio su tela Cielo grigio, ma non sto in Cina Finché sto in cima E in testa c'ho solo la guerra C'hai un killer davanti, sei come LaGuerta Finché a ignorarmi sa-sarete quattro Di dischi ne troverai già in rete quattro Non fumo ma giro con gente che in faccia È più gialla del logo d-di rete quattro Sto nella zona giù insieme a PK Piego 'sti rapper come l'iPhone 6 Non ho pensato ma mai di mollare È la mia missione, mi sto ad immolare YoJ è il nome Anni ad incassare tutti i vostri colpi, uhh La mia scalata al trono sopra i vostri corpi Finché non sto tra i primi 3 che nomini E una penna mi fa tipo un Dio tra gli uomini Faccio l'alba in sto studio, ma Quante volte passa nella vita quel treno E io non lo sapevo Mando a fanculo chi mi dice che Tutto va bene pure un giorno nero Quello che ho fatto non è chissà che Va tutto bene sotto questo cielo Non devo dare spiegazioni a te Non devo dare spiegazioni a te Non devo dare spiegazioni a te

Uptown Girl sample was pure genius 💯🔥

2024 and this beat still hold”n

As time come My hands might switch No idea Auto tune my pitch Carry this pole if My thoughts don't stick Charismatic Death threats seem slick Why would I try If there aint no risk I lock eyes When me and death kiss Slept with her cousin Im restless Even without money My mind rich My girl might be skinny But her mind thick Ice so cold I be shivering Limp when I walk I'm ice-skating Rating of 1 to 10 Im X rated A black superhero You know it's shocking Crafted this style I already made it Mike will made it Im on a mission Switching position Battle formation Business or pleasure They're seperate occasions Always locked in I'm in a prison Crumbled my ego refined my image Intense pressure But my mind dilated Even in my feelings I didn't really feel it I'm filling up What's missing In her life like lips Attached to Material Things She throws fits Too real to be With a chick With fake tits Not too hot too hold She's in my mitts She a string of fate And im knit If she act up Punished with a stitch No plot hole too big To fix Needle in thread In the first aid kit 50 first dates I aint remembering sht On the 49ers I'll place that bet First 48 Found a puppet Agent47 Skintone Silhouette Soldier til I die Ronin 46 I wave this .45 You plead the fifth Shade is dark 44th president I'm here just to Set a precedent A get away home For the evictionlist An assist to cut off A bothering cyst Grammar check Capital punishment I'll cut you off Til I bleed from the wrist (risk) Fight club No one know I'm the king in this btch

Gave em hope ,. Shhit i made em ,. Coast ,. Im tLking sun down on a hill,. Coming down like a reel ,. Coming down like im on stilks,. Coming down like com on dawgg foreal . No matter what my come down ,. After wills ,. After bills ankles and heels ,. After i rise again ,. Im never coming down like its my career ,. Never fear ,. Stress or try too steer ,. Hold the wheel like a privot leer ,. Depriving ears ,. I collide in years ,.then Decide when its clear ,. Just Too arrive in the designers gear,. Ima piolt before my time ,. Pilling up rhymes like its do or die ,. So many cute angles that you could try ,. I suveth an fry ,. Use tools too pry so stuck too game cant make up my mind its no choosing sides ,. Who knew i was too cool abusing movie lines, .moving mine

[Intro: Lil Wayne] Yeah Uh-huh [Verse 1: Drake] Uh, hardly home but always reppin' You hardly on and always second When I'm awake, you always restin' And when they call you the answer, you are hardly questioned I, I'm doin' classic shit in all my sessions Other niggas' situations, they are all depressin' That's why I never follow y'all suggestions I just always did my own thing Now I run the game, you stupid motha-suckas I see all this money through my Ohio State Buckeyes Shit been goin' good, but good can turn to better 'Cause you the type to lose her, and I'm about to get her [Chorus: Drake] It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay It's okay, it's okay, you can run and tell your friends That I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on I'm on, I'm on, best believe I understand It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay It's okay, it's okay, you can run and tell my city I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on I'm on, come on, you can run and tell my city it's on [Verse 2: Drake] Yeah, wrong way down a one-way Women don't get saved 'round me, even on a Sunday Damn, where I get it from? These niggas always wonder who Then they meet my pop and tell him, "Drake is just a younger you" And shawty wanna party, so don't let yo' girl up out the house Or there'll be shots on TMZ of me givin' her mouth-to-mouth Now she's famous and the paparazzi starts to shoot her I drive two black cars, I named 'em Malcolm X and Martin Luther I don't ever play, but I'm in the game lady They just lose to love, those are tennis games, lady Have you countin' money, goin' duffle bag crazy Sippin' on Pink Floyd and puffin' Wayne Brady Damn, whose line is it anyways? I'm in a daze, you been amazed Y'all seem to be stuck on that beginner stage I'm on fire, yup, I've been ablaze I got dough to blow, but I wanna blow it right, you look nice And yo' frame makes me wanna bowl a strike, well alright Guess I might, know what? Fuck it, yes I will I am more than what you bargained for and nothin' less than real Put it to your life [Chorus: Drake] It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay It's okay, it's okay, you can run and tell your friends That I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on I'm on, I'm on, best believe I understand It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay It's okay, it's okay, you can run and tell my city I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on I'm on, come on, you can run and tell my city it's on [Verse 3: Bun B] Bun B, king of the trill, also one of the dopest Whether the streets or on the mic, I'm dope and yes I'm focused The gangsta recognize me for my loc-ness, no joke, it's Time to shake these haters off like the skin of a locust Or maybe like a python, that's the type of shit I'm on I wrote this on my iPhone, so let me drop this iBomb I palm the game like it's a Spalding ball and take flight From the free-throw line and slam it down like I'm the great Mike Bun and Wayne and Drake in here, mane, this gon be a great night Look at all these posers bite our swagger like a great white Try to cross me over I just fake left, then I break right Stupid animal tricks like David Letterman's Late Night This that major moment you've been waitin' on for too long The best that ever did it and doin' it on a new song UGK and Young Money, too strong Bound to be in the green like a crouton, so what the fuck is you on? [Chorus: Drake] It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay It's okay, it's okay, you can run and tell your friends That I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on I'm on, I'm on, best believe I understand It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay It's okay, it's okay, you can run and tell my city I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on I'm on, come on, you can run and tell my city it's on [Verse 4: Lil Wayne] I am the leather jacket, black glasses, All-American bad boy I own the swagger supermarket and you, you just a bag boy 'Cause I got that swag boy, the swag you never had boy Hate and I will leave your chest the color of my flag, boy Soowoo, bitch, I do this shit, I'll erase you like I drew you, bitch And I keep that toaster, you can come and be my strudel, bitch I'm so uptown And motherfucker if you ain't, don't go uptown, yeah And now I'm on that rock shit But why they let me in? I'm just gon' shoot 'em in the mosh pit Haha, fuck is you talkin' 'bout? Weezy in ya mouth, now, Weezy what you talkin' 'bout? Young Mula, baby [Chorus: Drake] It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay It's okay, it's okay, you can run and tell your friends That I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on I'm on, I'm on, best believe I understand It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay It's okay, it's okay, you can run and tell my city I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on I'm on, come on, you can run and tell my city it's on

I loved this beat till everyone around me Got Sick of it and then some

nah this really crazy 🔥🔥🔥😂

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I think I’m falling at the seams, I don’t need to fit a label but the labels fitting me I try to branch out My hands I stick them out to find some peace I stand above the ground and rot away from underneath I see it rise, I seee it fade I see a life, with lemonade Don’t needa die, find a better day You needa find, what made you change And go ahead, when the moments still Hold it close, and hope it feels Like a cruise, find a groove Go dance in rain, in a Holyfield It’s basic face it, find your way and take it, make it Your religion, lay in greatness Run around with glee and find your dream unTil you see it waiting, until you feel it breaking, until it’s blood you tasting, lack of faith is what I’m facing Holy water what I’m wading in, hold me father, on my own again, don’t ask me why, I don’t begin, I wonder why, I always hold it in And give them all advice, but never wish me the best Deep in casket see the light, and I pray they see me rest All this faith that’s in my mind, I gotta say it wit my chest Go and exercise and grind, but you’ll never see me stretch i was learning how to swim, I had these waters to my neck And I’ve always wanted more, man im tired of seeing less

Yeah Uh-huh Uh, hardly home but always repping You hardly on and always second When I'm awake, you always resting And when they call you the answer, you are hardly questioned I, I'm doin' classic shit in all my sessions Other niggas' situations, they are all depressing That's why I never follow y'all suggestions I just always did my own thing Now I run the game, you stupid motha-suckas I see all this money through my Ohio State Buckeyes Shit been goin' good, but good can turn to better 'Cause you the type to lose her, and I'm about to get her It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay It's okay, it's okay, you can run and tell your friends That I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on I'm on, I'm on, best believe I understand It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay It's okay, it's okay, you can run and tell my city I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on I'm on, come on, you can run and tell my city it's on Yeah, wrong way down a one-way Women don't get saved 'round me, even on a Sunday Damn, where I get it from? These niggas always wonder who Then they meet my pop and tell him, "Drake is just a younger you" And shawty wanna party, so don't let yo' girl up out the house Or there'll be shots on TMZ of me giving her mouth-to-mouth Now she's famous and the paparazzi starts to shoot her I drive two black cars, I named 'em Malcolm X and Martin Luther I don't ever play, but I'm in the game lady They just lose to love, those are tennis games, lady Have you countin' money, goin' duffle bag crazy Sippin' on Pink Floyd and puffin' Wayne Brady Damn, whose line is it anyways? I'm in a daze, you been amazed Y'all seem to be stuck on that beginner stage I'm on fire, yup, I've been ablaze I got dough to blow, but I wanna blow it right, you look nice And yo' frame makes me wanna bowl a strike, well alright Guess I might, know what? Fuck it, yes I will I am more than what you bargained for and nothin' less than real Put it to ya life It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay It's okay, it's okay, you can run and tell your friends That I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on I'm on, I'm on, best believe I understand It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay It's okay, it's okay, you can run and tell my city I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on I'm on, come on, you can run and tell my city it's on Bun B, king of the trill, also one of the dopest Whether the streets or on the mic, I'm dope and yes I'm focused The gangsta recognize me for my loc-ness, no joke, it's Time to shake these haters off like the skin of a locust Or maybe like a python, that's the type of shit I'm on I wrote this on my iPhone, so let me drop this iBomb I palm the game like it's a Spalding ball and take flight From the free-throw line and slam it down like I'm the great Mike Bun and Wayne and Drake in here, mane, this gon be a great night Look at all these posers bite our swagger like a great white Try to cross me over I just fake left, then I break right Stupid animal tricks like David Letterman's Late Night This that major moment you've been waitinG on for too long The best that ever did it and doinG it on a new song UGK and Young Money, too strong Bound to be in the green like a crouton So what the fuck is you on? It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay It's okay, it's okay, you can run and tell your friends That I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on I'm on, I'm on, best believe I understand It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay It's okay, it's okay, you can run and tell my city I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on I'm on, come on, you can run and tell my city it's on I am the leather jacket, black glasses, All-American bad boy I own the swagga supermarket and you, you just a bag boy 'Cause I got that swag boy, the swag you never had boy Hate and I will leave your chest the color of my flag, boy Soowoo bitch, I do this shit, I'll erase you like I drew you bitch And I keep that toaster, you can come and be my strudel, bitch I'm so uptown And muthafucka if you ain't, don't go uptown, yeah And now I'm on that rock shit But why they let me in? I'm just gon' shoot 'em in the mosh pit Haha, fuck is you talkin' 'bout? Weezy in ya mouth, now, Weezy what you talkin' 'bout Young Mula, baby It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay It's okay, it's okay, you can run and tell your friends That I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on I'm on, I'm on, best believe I understand It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay It's okay, it's okay, you can run and tell my city I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on I'm on, come on, you can run and tell my city it's on

Oneof the hardest Beats i eva Heard 4real tho, sound like some UGK Shit, Hol up Southwick Kentucky Niga

Bruh I just spit the hardest freestyle of my life on this and nobody will hear it lol

She has drake as her ringtone Told her I’d ring soon as I get home Sorry but tonight I went and got stoned Bitch is probably still waiting by her shit phone

💯💥

We can start with the rap...

Finally got this song. I haven't heard it in a very long time.

Be playing this World War One

Uh, hardly home but always reppin' You hardly on and always second When I'm awake, you always restin' And when they call you the answer, you are hardly questioned I, I'm doin' classic shit in all my sessions Other niggas' situations, they are all depressin' That's why I never follow y'all suggestions I just always did my own thing Now I run the game, you stupid motha-suckas I see all this money through my Ohio State Buckeyes Shit been goin' good, but good can turn to better 'Cause you the type to lose her, and I'm about to get her

Sin la conecta no eres nada/ Soy el proveedor, la gente se queda picada/ El representar, a una corta edad/ Para que esperar ser viejo, voy aprovechar/ Emprender, sin un billete, lo voy a prender/ Voy a quemar el mundo como el dope/ Esta vez a nadie a voy a rolar/ Soy egoísta, lo hago por mí/ Todo en la espalda lo voy a cargar/ Voy por el mundo, voy a traducir/ Para que todos me sepan hablar/ No soy cualquiera, aprende a tratarme/ Cuanta competencia he matado, lagrimas voy a tatuarme/ Porque no soy cualquiera, aprendan a escucharme/ Como sea en la radio estaré, van acostumbrarse/ Yoo, yo, yo yo lo se Yoo, yo yo yo lo se Esta bien (x6) Alguien diga a mi ciudad que llegue Mas música, se saben relacionar/ Como Hendrix en su prime, tengo a una nación en trance/ Piso la banqueta y la bendigo con un par de J’s/ El ultimo baile, ya lo saben, quedo 6 de 6/ No hay debate, se comparan como autos/ Sin tener escape, su defensa nunca es suficiente/ Y el volante, en las manos equivocadas, en un instante/ Chocas en un instante/ Le puse atención al juego y ahora soy el P1/ Cabrones se hacen de P2, merecen ser los segundos/ Presumen su joyería cuando yo soy el minero/ Saben? Hagan lo que quieran, yo hago lo mío

I never knew how hard this beat really was

And i go hard for my family Litte youngin here wake up early hungry every day feed him get high and back to the money every day spend them blue hundreds its a non stop grind in this day and age in this book of life its just anotber page bm got me stressin, baby boy thank the lord for my blessing for turning my pain into a blessing wake up early everyday wake up hungry everyday

Focused on the game, not really worried about the paper I'm bringing that propane flame, "yup", im straight chillin like my names Hank Hill Changed up my ways, for the numerous riddles I gave to you [I'll]Never be same since the day I lost my big brother Mitchell So now it'll be champagne poppin' n' how I'll never forget you When I'm in search of some space, I skip rocks flat shaped making ripples Im trying to pave the way- make life little bit more simple I will rein, no need for an umbrella I'll bring out those sunny days just to remind you With the help of friends who still remain, I do my best to show that I love you Pushing the limits presented on this gauge of being human, and that's something I'll never undo If it took pain for me to see these beautiful Ray's, that my price paid in full

[Lil Wayne:] Yeah, uh-huh [Drake:] Uh, hardly home but always repping You hardly on and always second When I'm awake you always resting And when they call you the answer You are hardly questioned I, I'm doing classic shit in all my sessions Other niggas situations they are all depressing That's why I never follow y'all suggestions I just always did my own thing Now I run the game, you stupid mothersuckers I see all this money through my Ohio state buck eyes Shit been going good, but good could turn to better 'Cause you the type to lose her And I'm about to get her It's OK, it's OK, it's OK, it's OK, it's OK, it's OK You can run and tell your friends That I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on Best believe I understand It's OK, it's OK, it's OK, it's OK, it's OK, it's OK You can run and tell my city I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on You can run and tell my city it's on [Drake:] Yeah, wrong way down a one way Women don't get saved 'round me even on a Sunday Damn where I get it from, these niggas always wonder who Then they meet my pop and tell 'em "Drake is just a younger you." And shorty wanna party so don't let your girl up out the house Or there'll be shots on TMZ, of me giving her mouth-to-mouth Now she's famous and the paparazzi starts to shoot her I drop two black cars I named 'em Malcolm X and Martin Luther I don't ever play but I'm in the game lady They just lose to love, those are tennis games lady Have you counting money going dufflebag-crazy Sipping on Pink Floyd and puffing Wayne Brady Damn, whose line is it anyways? I'm in a daze You been amazed Y'all seem to be stuck on that beginner stage I'm on fire yup I've been a blaze I got dough to blow, but I wanna blow it right You look nice And your frame makes me wanna bowl a strike Well, alright Guess I might Know what? Fuck it. Yes, I will I am more than what you bargained for And nothing less than real Put it to your life It's OK, it's OK, it's OK, it's OK, it's OK, it's OK You can run and tell your friends That I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on Best believe I understand It's OK, it's OK, it's OK, it's OK, it's OK, it's OK You can run and tell my city I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on You can run and tell my city it's on [Bun B:] Bun B, king of the trill Also one of the dopest Whether the streets or on the mic I'm dope and yes I'm focused The gangster recognize me for my locc ness no joke it's Time to shake these haters off like the skin of a locust Or maybe like a python That's the type of shit I'm on I wrote this on my iPhone So let me drop this iBomb I palm the game like it's a spalding ball and take flight From the free throw line and slam it down like I'm the great Mike Bun and Wayne and Drake in here Man this gon' be a great night Look at all these posers bite our swagger like a great white Try to cross me over I just fake left then I break right Stupid animal tricks Like David Letterman's Late Night This that major moment you've been waiting on for too long The best that ever did it and doing it on a new song UGK and Young Money too strong Bound to be in the green like a crouton So what the fuck is you on? It's OK, it's OK, it's OK, it's OK, it's OK, it's OK You can run and tell your friends That I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on Best believe I understand It's OK, it's OK, it's OK, it's OK, it's OK, it's OK You can run and tell my city I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on You can run and tell my city it's on [Lil Wayne:] I am the leather-jacket, black-glasses, All-American bad boy I own the swagger supermarket and you, you just a bag boy 'Cause I got that swag boy, the swag you never had boy Hate and I will leave your chest the color of my flag boy Soowoo bitch, I do this shit, I'll erase you like I drew you bitch And I keep that toaster you can come and be my strudel bitch I'm so uptown And motherfucker if you ain't, don't go uptown, yeah And now I'm on that rock shit But why they let me in I'm a start shooting in a mosh pit Fuck is you talking 'bout Weezy in your mouth now Weezy what you talking 'bout (Young Mula Baby) It's OK, it's OK, it's OK, it's OK, it's OK, it's OK You can run and tell your friends That I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on Best believe I understand It's OK, it's OK, it's OK, it's OK, it's OK, it's OK You can run and tell my city I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on You can run and tell my city it's on

Bet I need a sweat nuts on the chin but no met I don fess I opia in a vese pese be red I am up nect I'm mu ges no ges up my nik uh loser o loser I am up next fuck the rest I am the best fuck with me ull gt sa tek I am the less liy u res hei pler bi tes saz set mi let il a jwt oh my nod in lie ned

I had no idea that this was a remix to billy joel's uptown, which makes this beat one million times more iconic man

chowder type beat

First beat I ever rapped on that’s crazy

I be doing killer workouts to this Cut!

She make my world spin crazy, First time I met a lady, No makeup- she my baby- beautiful- and tastin wavy

Wow can you believe this is 10 years old 😮? I feel old 😞

I remember hearing this beat on soundclick before drake got a hold of it. They switched a few things up and replaced some synths. This beat is nice

Cinque dischi dopo frà non cambia il trattamento Il tuo muro di facciata adesso sta cadendo Dice "Senti questo, dicono che c'ha talento" Perché non cambia genere come cambia il vento Perché non c'è modo di farmi credere che il mondo E' come lo dite voi più o meno Faccio quello che ho sempre fatto Però mi pagano il viaggio Esemplare semi estinto dalla categoria Sento la tua gelosia ma... ma non me ne frega un cazzo, nah Sei palazzi sopra questi deficienti con i soldi in tasca Fumo Rocky A$AP, avere tutto non mi basta La gente quando suono fa i salti come la giostra Non sta davanti composta, viene con gli anti-sommossa Tu fratè falla più grossa accendila e poi passala sù Fai fumare tutta quanta la crew Prima che arriva una macchina blu, uhhh Bacio lei e chiuda la traccia numero 300 Prego aggiungere un commento [Hook: Killa Cali] Quante volte passa nella vita quel treno e io non lo sapevo Mando a fanculo chi mi dice che Tutto va bene pure un giorno nero Quello che ho fatto non è chissà che Va tutto bene sotto questo cielo Non devo dare spiegazioni a te Non devo dare spiegazioni a te Non devo dare spiegazioni a te [Verse 2: Killa Cali] Cammino scalzo Dalai Lama, occhi a fessura YokoHama Occhiali scuri, Max-Mara Fa un caldo che sembra l'Africa, Asmara! Tu potevi stare a casa con la donna delle pulizie E l'oro sui lampadari, i miei fratelli fanno più brutto Dei tuoi soci lampadati, io sognavo già l'evasione Con le croci sui calendari , tutto intorno terra bruciata Prova pure a fottere Stalin Cresciuti con il sogno di fare i soldi senza lavoro Eppure ho fatto tutto il contrario: io mi sono ucciso da solo Senza coltivare speranza e chiuso al freddo dentro me stesso L'ansia di un paranoico spinta all'eccesso Metti a confronto il disco tuo, autopsia Con la nostra discografia, riempiresti un armadio La tua è in coma all'ultimo stadio (ah) Senza contratto, gli amici vanno in radio e passano il mio singolo Succhiatemi il cazzo! [Hook: Killa Cali] Quante volte passa nella vita quel treno e io non lo sapevo Mando a fanculo chi mi dice che Tutto va bene pure un giorno nero Quello che ho fatto non è chissà che Va tutto bene sotto questo cielo Non devo dare spiegazioni a te Non devo dare spiegazioni a te Non devo dare spiegazioni a te [Verse 3: Yojimbo] Uuh sorrido calmo, ma dentro di me sto urlando Da un'altura osservo i miei nemici uccidersi l'un l'altro Troppi anni ma nascosto in ombra come un latitante Perso tra ste schiere di comparse scialbe, ai lati in tante... HoodByAir, o con le cuffie nel colletto blu della polo Spingo più su dell'apollo Di ossa ne spacco pu-pure più della Polio, Pollock Olio su tela Cielo grigio, ma non sto in Cina Finché sto in cima E in testa c'ho solo la guerra C'hai un killer davanti, sei come LaGuerta Finché a ignorarmi sa-sarete quattro Di dischi ne troverai già in rete quattro Non fumo ma giro con gente che in faccia è più gialla del logo d-di rete quattro Sto nella zona giù insieme a PK Piego sti rapper come l'iPhone 6 Non ho pensato ma-mai di mollare È la mia missione, mi sto ad immolare YoJ è il nome Anni ad incassare tutti i vostri colpi, (uuuh) La mia scalata al trono sopra i vostri corpi Finché non sto tra i primi 3 che nomini E una penna mi fa tipo un Dio tra gli uomini Faccio l'alba in sto studio, ma... [Hook: Killa Cali] Quante volte passa nella vita quel treno e io non lo sapevo Mando a fanculo chi mi dice che Tutto va bene pure un giorno nero Quello che ho fatto non è chissà che Va tutto bene sotto questo cielo Non devo dare spiegazioni a te Non devo dare spiegazioni a te

Who here after his rereleased album?

ORIGINAL ARTIST/SONG IS BILLY JOEL: UPTOWN BUT DIS SHIT CLEAN ASF. I DIS BIH ON THE WAY TO WORK,HOME, MY MAN HOUSE WHEN WE PLAYN DOMINOES N JUST CHILLN. HAPPY 2019 DIS MY MFKN SHIT MY NIGGA YA DIG FUCK DA BULLSHIT. DIS OLD DOWN SOUTH SHIT. N DA BOOT(LOUISIANA) WE FUCKS WT DIS.😘😘😘😍😍😍

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We can start with the rap Flowing like malls, like "Ah there's a Gap" Go in my call logs, dogs wanna chat Big dogs Missed calls Lot of motherfuckers in the league know L And I just had brunch with Embiid and Noel And I just got fucked and was sucked by a dumb slut Usually I like 'em Ivy League, oh well Summer camp, I've been going H.A.M Young man with that choppa' That's rifelry, I like movies, I'm going H.A.M. for that Oscar I'm way far on their radar, like they know I'm comin', that's Doppler They borin' to me, that's opera, I'm scorin' beauties, that's soccer Me and Jonah Hill smoked Then we talkin' shit 'bout how the rest of y'all blow Then we take a dip up in his pool, pretty cool Not the pool, shit is hot Just a view from the spot, shit is hot Bunch of blonde bitches laughing all night Me and Busta Rhymes meet in Venice for a bite Talking shit about a comedy scene, the shit is so light he tell me Can't disagree, get it right he tell me, I mean I thought by now he can see that I'm witty Down in L.A. I been running the city Ask anybody in music or film who got next in this bitch And they all sayin' "Dicky" I just do it like it's nothin' to it Life getting pretty sweet like I fondue it I'm killing bitches in my lane on some T. Stewart And I've been scoring prevent, yeah the dime blew it I'm the man, bro I don't really care what the fuck you think And my steak look rare, but I grub that pink And the grundle stink And I bump NSYNC Don't suck dick, but I blow that good Don't want shit, but a ho that would Lemme hold that, ben and fold that Get a Kodak, Cowboy, Jerry Jones that, lemme own that Fuck that girl I got hair, never cut them curls And it's truth or dare, with a cute au pair Get a room to share, hit a boom, Pat Burrell Spit that turd, that's that shit Yo girl up on my dick I'm 'bout to sperm up on them hips Don't want to murder us a kid Oh shit, what you say? Don't you do this everyday? Don't you usually go with double meat when you eat Chipotle? Don't your crew lack someone black, but you want one to hang? No slave I heard your boo got so much back She bangin' that Notre Dame clock I'm faded tho Fucking bitches you'd label undatable Missing birthdays, ay belated, bruh Naked out in San Fran on that roof top Tan cans, no tube top I'm the motherfucking man, god damn And these motherfucking bitches full of shit like zoo mops

0:45 to 0:59 is my shit...the whole instrumental is bomb!!!!!

And you was really suppose to be my friends..my friends..my friends..my friends...my friends...my best friend...my friend my friend my friend my best friends....

Uptown...remix...best friends...mp3.......

Kill it...if u like it...its 2 storys..2 punch lines...😎😎🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔😤😤😤😤😤🤞🤞🤞🤘🤘💗💖💖💕💕💔💓💓❤💘💙💛💛💛💜💞💞💝🖤💜💥💥💣💣💣💢💢💤💌💟💦💨💫💫💭💭🗯🗨💬👙👙👙👙👙👙👙👙👙👙👙👙👙👙👙👙👙👙👙👙👙👙👙👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑📿📿📿📿📿📿📿💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎

Your right...your right..your...right...your...

You gott it ...you gott it..you.got it...you gott it.. theres..no doubt that you got it girl....

Im making money getting hella dough and its bright lights at every show//and each season better than the last now the main star got a diffrent cast//when the credits roll i need no applause i dont need awards when i show my flaws//im the best alive in the resteraunt where the rest survive to i make decide//my choice these eats the rapping geeks they make an entree oh so sweet//they upset i dont really care though,,i promise im not a weirdo/A vomit on all your comments my bombing is on islamic//I shoot until i get tired im simply uninspired//i started myself afire unflinching full of desire//i could stop all of your pain just nod your head to my game//just listen and your gauard brain i promise the harder rain//remain on the order plain poor watwr the hardest stain//

10 years old

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_Cinque dischi dopo, frà, non cambia il trattamento_

We high up when the weeds down turn TFU there's no turn down

The original song is so bad but 10/10 beat

Ima screwed up affiliate das strictly rollin red Evrytime we hit tha parkin lot we turn heads