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El Tema del Hip Hop (Postea tu tema)


I see death around the corner, gotta stay high while I survive
In the city where the skinny niggas die
If they bury me, bury me as a G nigga, no need to worry
I expect retaliation in a hurry
I see death around the, corner, any day
Trying to keep it together, no one lives forever anyway
Struggling and striving, my destiny's to die
Keep my finger on the trigger, no mercy in my eyes
In a ball of confusion, I think about my daddy
Madder than a motherfucker, they never should of had me
I guess I seen too many murders, the doctors can't help me
Got me stressin' with my pistol in my sheets, it ain't healthy
Am I paranoid? Tell me the truth
I'm out the window with my AK, ready to shoot
Ran out of endo and my mind can't take the stress
I'm out of breath
Make me wanna kill my damn self
But I see death around the corner


:idolo:pac
 

I feel like the Tom Sawyer for real niggas
Looking for a problem, revolver under the Hilfiger
No bluff needed, we will kill niggas
So try me if you want, bruh, I promise I'm with all of that
Late night shooters, got 'em thinking Johnny Carson back
Trying to win this white man game with my heart intact
All off a dollar and a dream that I really had
Kind of hard to sleep when your thoughts is in the streets
North north is the side where my family stay
Big Baby Jesus, I can't wait
Until the money coming in, spend it all on guns and rims
I ain't nothing but a nigga, ain't no reason to pretend
 

TOO MUCH LEAN
TOO MUCH ICE
ONE MORE PINT, ONE MORE PINT
 


:idolo: Javier Ibarra

Ps: alguien sabe donde chucha puedo comprar rap en formato fisico?, no soy muy ducho en disquerias o distros del género
 

And even as a crack fiend, Mama
You always was a black queen, Mama
I finally understand
For a woman it ain't easy tryin' to raise a man
You always was committed
A poor single mother on welfare, tell me how you did it
There's no way I can pay you back, but the plan
Is to show you that I understand: you are appreciated
 
RAP DE NUEVA ZELANDA

It’s dedicated to all the artists who struggling
Through the hardship and punishment
From the heart for the love of it
It’s motivated by all they partners who stuck with them
And help them pick it up again when they were thinking fuck it then
It’s been inspired by all the marvellous mothers and all the fatherless troublesome broken bastards that bum off them
It’s for the hustlers scabbing off of the government
Wandering in the street playing cricket with the rubbish bin
It’s for the lonely nerd rolling herb on his broken turntable
That he mixes beats on that no one's heard
It’s for the bony bird spitting spoken word blowing dough on phony fur
Rocking headphones that only work in one side
For the unsigned drunk guy who never let the funk die
Working like he’s done by
 

las llagas de sus brazos
muestran que en su vida hay mas golpes que abrazos
Varios intentos de suicidio
pero por algo no sucedio
tal vez uno de los santos de su pulsera a la muerte convencio
de que no se la llevara
que los designios del santisimo mismo
para ella algo preparaban
De vez en cuando vuelve a casa
padre cesante, hermano lanza
y su madre depresiva evade lo que pasa
Las hadas madrinas por estos lados demuestran que no existen
 

Not with the grain and these bitch niggas' wishes
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You can read my text messages
Bitch, I do you way better than your ex-man
You a lil' nasty, I like when you talkin' reckless
Go and live a little, then come home and get affection, yeah, yeah, yeah
She come over, yeah, she all in my phone, yeah
She my centerfold, bad bitch, no cuddlebug, uh
When she need it, let her cuddle with me
If a ho out of line, she gon run up for me, ayy
Back it up, lil' bitch, you gon' have to earn your ransom
Night night to her man, she say fuck him like he cancer
 
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