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El Tema del Hip Hop (Postea tu tema)



:idolo:A coward dies a thousand deaths
A soldier dies but once

They say pussy and paper is poetry power and pistols
Plotting on murdering motherfuckers 'fore they get you
Picturing pitiful punk niggas copping pleas
Puffin weed as I position myself to clock G's
My enemies scatter in suicidal situations
Never to witness the wicked shit that they was facing
Pockets is packed with presidents, pursue your riches
Evading the player hating tricks, while hitting switches
Bitches is bad-mouth, cause brawling motherfuckers is bold
But y'all some hoes, the game should be sewed
I'm sick of psychotic society somebody save me
Addicted to drama so even mama couldn't raise me
Even the preacher and all my teachers couldn't reach me
I run in the streets and puffin weed wit my peeps
I'm ducking the cop, I hit the weed as I'm clutching my glock
Niggas is hot when I hit the block, what if I die tonight
If I die tonight
 

Lean with me, pop with me
Get high with me if you rock with me
Smoke with me, drink with me
Fucked up liver with some bad kidneys
Told her if I die I'ma die young
Every day I've been gettin' fucked up
Finally know the difference between love and drugs
Shorty tell me I should really sober up
This shit ain't fiction, it's too real, too real
Fuck one dose, I need two pills, two pills

:dead: rip juice
:monomeon:RICO
 

Trick knowledge you fond of, I don't even like
The socialite reformed, alone every night
Post-performance, dizzy in the corner, boy, it wasn't nice
Learnin' how to get grimy
Pick a pole to grab and flip Ho, we gon' shake something now
I got some time this year
I'ma go ten rounds and dip out, what time is it?
 

8 AM in the mornin' I be sippin' on the Henny
You been lookin' for the wrong one, wrong one, wrong one
Ain't thinkin' bout your love I be shittin' on your feelings
And you be lovin' on the wrong one, wrong one, wrong one
My daddy taught me how to drink my pain away
My daddy taught me how to leave somebody
My daddy taught me how to smoke my load and go
My daddy taught me you don't need nobody
So one time for the caged bird
And one time for the real niggas
And slow dance on the Jäger
And one time for the little niggas
 
Nunca entendí la diferencia entre Hip-Hop y Rap, pero puedo decir que estos temas se me quedaron en la cabeza desde muuuuuucho tiempo atrás :xd:

RUN DMC y su mensaje de "Si no quisiste ir a la escuela, te quedaste en la cama como un flojo, no te quejes despues que te pagan poco en el trabajo"


Cypress Hill, el enano qlo manos largas del video :lol2:


Y no pueden faltar los remixes con DEF SQUAD
 

I took a couple of my dogs on a lick
Do or die, gotta survive, pay the rent
I was so broke that I could cry, I was sick
Born in the wild, so many trials, I aint quit
All the people I robbed, I brought em down, I repent
Dirtied the money, I let it drown, watch it cleanse
Sellin these pounds, a hundred times I jumped the fence
Breakin it down, I made a pound turn to ten
Them hundreds aint found, they in the ground, dont get spent
 

FUCK A BEAT
I WAS TRYNA BEAT A CASE
BUT I AINT BEAT THAT CASE
BITCH, I DID THE RACE
 

La frente en alto, al cielo la mirada fija
Versos impregnados y bañados en recuerdos, la yema de tu dedo
Borraba todos mis miedos
No cedo todo lo que siento en este papel
Habla por si sola tu sangre bajo mi piel
Eres mi miel más fiel, contigo no pierdo el riel
Esto lo dedico a todas que se las han jugado
A la mama del epicentro que está en el supermercado
Sudando la gota por sus 4 hijos
Y a la mia que con dignidad tuvo que lavar pisos
Para alimentarme y para mantenerme
No necesito lider tú eres mi heroe.
 

If I need some racks, I'mma flip me some packs
I talk like I want and she don't say nothin' back
If cops pull up, I put that crack in my crack
Or I put that brack in my brack


:idolo: BARTER 6
 
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