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kery james - banlieusard ( clip officiel )

  • Durée: 8:18
  • Notation: 4.89 (319 votes)
  • Visites: 207068' favoriteCount='457
  • Publié par: adscompany

Thématique: ads  banlieusard  booba  boobs  chanaye  clip  coca  cola  français  james  kery  lamartine  macon  officiel  rap  rohff  sinik  tits  vio 

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Flow Hasardeux

  • Durée: 2:15
  • Notation: 4.17 (6 votes)
  • Visites: 8887' favoriteCount='2
  • Publié par: Assteak

Thématique: 77  Alpha  Booba  français  Gueko  Hip  Hop  Lim  Rap  Seth 

Assteak feat Ke2s, à prendre à un degré secondaire ( Instru : Made in Assteak grâce à Fruity Loops ) Lyrics : Déroulez l'tapis rouge Assteak débarque armé d'un microphone J'te balance une rafale à base de voyelles et d'consonnes Ainsi que quelques phases bien placées grâce à quelques joints bien tassés Via l'mic j'te fais déraper pendant qu'sur l'instru j'pose mon R.A.P La défaite est difficile, MC j'ai la gachette facile Biii-atch passe moi un coup d'fil si tu veux voir mon gros missil Mon son te carbonise façon Buffalo Grill Il faut qu'tu réalise qu'Assteak les filles il les enfiles Comme une épée dans un fourreau j'aime les fourrer "facile à faire" Dans mon boxer se cache une véritable industrie pétrolière Mais pourtant j'suis toujours un putain d'célibataire Si j'voulais une femme j'irais voir chez l'concessionnaire Avec mon pote Ke2S, on fait pas dans la dentelle On traumatise nos auditeurs de manière très professionnelle Véritable aimant, à demoiselles en string ficelle Notre Sex Appeal dérègle leur cycle menstruel J'arrive sur le beat armé d'ma batte C'est ta meuf qui me suce la bite à 4 pattes J'suis chaud comme la braise Un pro de la baise Assasin dans mes scènes Sanglante mise en scène à la Scorsese J'balance mes rimes, mon rap tu le sniff comme de la blanche Agressif, engraissé j'fais trop d'victime, comme une avalanche La terre est ronde, ma bite est longue J'gravis les building à la King Kong mon rap est, Patate de viking dans ton nez d'con J'éjacule du Coca et je chis du Whisky Je roule des pèts', je pète de la fumer Ma bite est asséchée, viens donc me la lécher Les roses sont rouges tarlouze Rends moi mon flouz

Rap, France Musique

  • Durée: 2:4
  • Notation: 4.56 (16 votes)
  • Visites: 9653' favoriteCount='6
  • Publié par: julien080779

Thématique: 92  baste  cabrel  coca  delire  du  france  joey  kamini  la  mentos  musique  pagny  rap  royal  sarko  star  svinkels  ttc  yelle  zermi 

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Kamelancien - Le grand mechant loup CLIP

  • Durée: 4:2
  • Notation: 4.67 (3 votes)
  • Visites: 3885' favoriteCount='4
  • Publié par: KLibreBXL

Thématique: 94  Francais  Ghettographie  grand  Kamelancien  Kremlin  Le  loup  mechant  Rap 

KAMELANCIEN LE GRAND MECHANT LOUP issu de : ''KAMELANCIEN - ghettographie'' ouuuuuuuuuuu vla le gran mechan loup ouuu yeahhh v'la le chlass la voix qui part à la chasse le guerrier kakakamelancien le premier rebeu renoi confondu l'autre jour j'ai rassemblé des MC's dans mon hall , jl'ai ais déssendu v'la le grand méchant loup le méchant banlieusard je rôde tard le soir dans tout les tié-car j'suis v'nu j'ai fait peur au rap quand MC m'invite en featuring dans la cabine i met d'la mort au rat ils veulent me dead pour eux c'est dead les MC's décédent et moi jamais je céde jsui dlacide dans une soirée coca-cola ola même mes enemi font la hola j'suis la , les autres font pas long feu comme fofa night ils sont tro shim ils devraient tous rapper en chine kamelancien dog argentin, eux des chiwaoua tout le monde fait wah wah j'eclate des watt moi v'la le grand méchant loup il s'montre il sort d'ou surtou hait d'la rime tout le monde fai wah wah j'ai fais tro de vie, eux ils poussent tro cris c'est du travail de pro tout le monde fait wah wah vous arrivent quoi les MC's vous faites pas le poids sa tout le monde le sait tout le monde fait wah wah j'kiffe trop la viande cru, normal chui un loup d'la rue tout le monde fait wah wah ils se prennent pour les plus fort, c'est les plus faibles dit leur de ma part que leur flo n'est pas en regle rev'nons a nos moutons, il en reste quelque-un en vie de eux j'ai envie le grand méchant loup vie la nui loupe jamais sa cible,est decidemen trop précis danse ac les loup, dans la danse de guerrier la danse des banlieusard c'est la fête c'est toujours férié le rap m'a confié un secret, en gros il m'as dit de tout niquer en restan discret,sacré sacré MC c'est kamelancien il n'est pâs comme les autres c'est sa qui est bien il en falait au moin un , pasque les autres son hashém leur flow zero et leur physique trop shim chui detteres,ils mérite que des tartes de jour en jour mon rap a moi se démarque v'la le gran mechan loup,il se montre il sort dou surtou hai d'la rime tout le monde fait wah wah je fer tro de vie eu i pousse tro dcrie c'est du travaile de pro tou le monde fer woa woa ils arrivent pas les MC's vous faite pas le poids sa tout le monde le sai tou le monde fais wah wah j'kiffe trop la viande cru normal chui un loup d'la rue tout le monde fai wah wah wah wah le style est la, et flow aussi le vrai est la, fuck les faux MC's kamel lance pour toutes les té-ci un loup qui lance un cri de tout les soucis jme tape des délire pour evité de délirer de dérivé le rap je viens le délivré le charme en personne, splendide ca va sans dire, le coupable de l'incendie le mal-aimé, le plus d'mandé kamelancien le blaze le plus scandé un loup beau-gosse avec le sourire ferme ta ferme, beaucou de mC's moutons vont mourrir wah wah le style est la ,et le flow aussi le vrai est la ,fuck les faux MC's kamel lance pour toute les té-ci un loup qui un lance un cri de tout les soucis wah wah le style est la, le flow aussi le vrai est la fuck les faux MC's kamel lance pôur toute les té-ci un mec qui lance un cris pour tou les soucis

La Fouine feat Kennedy & Gued'1 - La banlieue sale

  • Durée: 4:16
  • Notation: 4.72 (200 votes)
  • Visites: 240364' favoriteCount='200
  • Publié par: lusitano78000

Thématique: 78  94  aller  banlieue  bas  booba  chien  en  fouine  gued'1  kennedy  la  les  on  rap  reste  retour  s'en  sale 

La banlieue sale (La Fouine feat Kennedy & Gued'1) Paroles: Brelic à la place du crâne (crâne) Brelic à la place du crâne Brelic à la place du crâne dans les poches quelques grammes (x2) La Fouine Yeah ! hey hey ! Brelic à la place du crâne dans les poches quelques grammes je je j'répend la coke j'suis distributeur comme Wagram j'suis trop farhen j'viens de sortir mon CLS(CLS) j'suis trop farhen j'viens de kicker un CRS ma ma ma tass-pé s'emballe viens pas m'embrasser si tu as sucé Samba les veines sont coupées 45 j'irais au QD inculpé, innocupé bah Sley et j'vais me buter je hais Sarko donc qu'il aille ni*** sa mère il paraît qu'il y a un nouveau membre dans le ministère à merde 78 sur mon torse on rêve de Porsche on rêve de fait fait ils veulent que j'retourne au trou qu'est-ce que j'ai fait disent que d'la merde je dors chez le voisin quand les keufs viennent toctoquer c'est dingue les p'tits n'ont pas de dent ils veulent d'ja qu'on les fassent croquer choquer, foquer la tôle laisse des séquelles depuis quand les poulets veulent voler de leurs propres ailes quand j'prends le micro les banlieues se lèvent lèvent les keufs te soulèvent les rappeurs ont du sperme sur les lèvres lèvres il suffit d'un sms pour que ta tass mouilles j'connais plus mon texte je l'ai laissé dans ma fouille Refrain : Je cherche la merde sur le cross on fume de l'herbe man on s'en bat les lle-cou tu t'demande ça vient d'où (banlieue ouest !) Je cherche la merde sur le cross on fume de l'herbe man on s'en bat les lle-cou tu t'demande ça vient d'où (banlieue sud !) Les juges, les profs no man on connaît leur tchatche depuis tout jeune on veut du biff commme Al pach' (x2) Gued'1 Je plie, je plie dans les normes du D1 dans sa meilleur forme c'est banlieue ouest patriotique c'est bien plus puissant qu'une arme on pousse sur le bitume di di di dealeur et killer c'est gazoline sur ********** le rouge sang est ma couleur j'crache sur les incapables et sur les lois d'enfants de pute casse-machoire dans les parages et les rivaux préparent la chute c'est pour nos détenus entretenus par le ghetto qui pourrait vivre de ta perte à part si t'as notre maillot le 7.8 anti-chochote ouais mon son rapporte fait la queue putain d'enfoiré je le bourre ton porc je suis crème de crème anti-flemme, l'blem s'écrit quand je crève Masta le gamin assure les faux, les gros se mettent en grêve j'apprend sur le tas en TT tatoué t'urines ralenti t'montre que j'suis trop talentueux j'malmène amène ma touche faite pour rattatiner c'est un plafond de Zidane qui mène à la réalité Refrain Kennedy J'ai le millenium rime de luxe moi j'suis un fils d'esclave pas un fils de pute j'viens du 9.4 gros la capitale des bracos on devient pas millionnaire en tafant au Mc Do sarko j'connais ton fils il est fasciné par mon ghetto il a même acheté mon disque depuis quand les caniches veulent clasher les pitt Ca y est maintenent que j'ai signé le rap francais s'accroche à ma bite j'ai encerclé Paris comme le périphérique appelle ta pute elle décroche pas elle est avec Kennedy tu veux savoir ce qui s'dit maintenant dans tout les quartiers j'suis un des négros les plus chauds du rap game 2500€, les 100g tu connais le tarif la coke est pure et elle t'éclate les narines quand j'suis pas au tié-kar j'suis a New-York ou à Dakar j'suis le bitume avec un flow avec un flow d'batard Brelic à la place du crâne (crâne) Brelic à la place du crâne Brelic à la place du crâne dans les poches quelques grammes (x4) Si y'a des fautes c'est pas moi ca vient d'un autre site.

Booba - Mauvais garçon

  • Durée: 1:36
  • Notation: 4.22 (9 votes)
  • Visites: 10684' favoriteCount='12
  • Publié par: Komball54

Thématique: 92  B2oba  Booba  de  Français  garçon  Hauts  Mauvais  Rap  Seine 

J'entends des bruits sur mon téléphone sans fil Sous coke comme Tnoy M., tes balles je me les enfile Parti de quedalle, j'ai jamais voulu taffer J'ai grandi avec la daronne, enfermé, libéré sur parole Pour me refaire j'ai fait c'qu'il fallait : du bien, du mal J'ai commencé l'rap à 17 balais Depuis mes débuts, gagner j'ai l'habitude Ma putain d'attitude, j'arrête pas d'prendre de l'altitude Alors je suis mes négros et mes négros me suivent Rafale de balles dans les amygdales, les faux négros me fuient Reflet de mon époque, moi et mon glock et mes potes Aucune confiance en leur justice et si le proc m'insulte Comme une vulgaire salope de film de uQ Obligé d'tirer sur ce fils de pute J'veux une cellule individuelle, avant qu'on s'entretue La vie d'rue a fait de nous de dangeurex individus Dis bonjour au mauvais garçon, regarde les flammes dans mon iris Que la nation brule sous mes lyrics Ma cour de récréation fait son gen-ar dans n'importe quelle voie Renoi passe moi la zeb et la son-boi

Rohff - Trop dangereux

  • Durée: 3:43
  • Notation: 4.88 (32 votes)
  • Visites: 44415' favoriteCount='44
  • Publié par: Komball54

Thématique: 94  Au  dangereux  de  Delà  Français  Limites  Marne  Mes  Rap  Rohff  Seine  sur  Trop  Val  Vitry 

C 94444444444444444444 Housni R o h 2 ffffffffffffffff Tu peux pas test jamais(jamais) Toujours rare comme une comete quand jr rap fais un voeu Ramene qui tu veux au mic trop dangeureux Ma voix porte sur une ceinture d'explosifs chuis dans l'son Ma musique un drame qui se pleure en dansant Dansons Que du diesel coupé au super Jamais on se perd J'ai pris racine a garder les pieds sur terre Qui se mettent au Zougwa a la soukouss au kil s'enterre Des que j'arrive je les vois tous se taire Les médisants font ma promo j'fais gémir les sonos Je fais bouger les tetes et les boules meme pendant les tonneaux Imposant comme le gouvernement Revolutionne le Showbiz comme la coke a l'epoque du 70's ROH2F(ah ah) tu nous bombardes la tete(ah ouaisss) Dis nous comment tu ef( comment je ef) Qu'on arrete de se prendre la tete ROH2F(ah ah) tu nous bombardes la tete(Laisse tomber) Dis nous comment tu ef( comment je ef) Qu'on arrete de se prendre la tete Je suis au rap ce que te sont tes bras et tes jambes survivre sans tes gens Paris c'est la roue rohff c'est la jante J'ai ma chambre en radio enfourré call pause ils retournent au studio comme si ils allaient faire qqchose Donnes moi les clés de chez toi aie confiance en moi Je dis que le rap c pas pour eux mais le rap c pour moi La vérité est toute nue la rue est fertile J'ai pas de longue a chouhni je manie la langue comme un reptile Ils se demandent mais comment fait il Sur moi ils se prennet la tete comme sil s'etaient pris un projectile Chuis la reconversion des clichés de banlieue Chez nous c plus honorant que detre decoré en haut lieu ROH2F(ah ah) tu nous bombardes la tete(ah ouaisss) Dis nous comment tu ef( comment je ef) Qu'on arrete de se prendre la tete ROH2F(ah ah) tu nous bombardes la tete(Laisse tomber) Dis nous comment tu ef( comment je ef) Qu'on arrete de se prendre la tete Comme Bush je suis bon qu'a ckck bombardé Personne ne bouge depuis l'epoque des ckck bombardiers J'ai le tempérament sévere craint qu'j'accélerre J'attire l'oeil comme le SLR Ils sont fous je rigole pas avec vous et ma bass fait........ J'arrive 10 ans en avance rendez C un film de boule ou un film d'action numéro 1 je leur vole la vedette par effraction Ton son je le découpe brule dans un sac foupe L'odeur fait gerber nos tuteurs it's so good Lyrical coutz boob Plus de face qu'un breaker La rue m'attend tel qu'un chauffeur attend son braqueur ROH2F(ah ah) tu nous bombardes la tete(ah ouaisss) Dis nous comment tu ef( comment je ef) Qu'on arrete de se prendre la tete ROH2F(ah ah) tu nous bombardes la tete(Laisse tomber) Dis nous comment tu ef( comment je ef) Qu'on arrete de se prendre la tete ROH2F(ah ah) tu nous bombardes la tete(ah ouaisss) Dis nous comment tu ef( comment je ef) Qu'on arrete de se prendre la tete ROH2F(ah ah) tu nous bombardes la tete(Laisse tomber) Dis nous comment tu ef( comment je ef) Qu'on arrete de se prendre la tete

HUSTLER - FRONTLINERZ

  • Durée: 4:7
  • Notation: 4.75 (20 votes)
  • Visites: 8519' favoriteCount='37
  • Publié par: 13robbies

Thématique: &  bar  channelU  coke  dope  frontlinerz  FROST  grime  hiphop  JAK  JBLACK  JOSE  rap  RECIVER  SHAMER  uk 

uk grime

Immortal Technique - The 3rd World [With Lyrics !!!!]

  • Durée: 4:6
  • Notation: 4.90 (41 votes)
  • Visites: 13585' favoriteCount='39
  • Publié par: aqeel1992

Thématique: 3rd  def  DJ  eminem  Green  hip-hop  Immortal  krs  Lantern  Middle  mos  one  Passage  Rap  Technique  the  Third  Underground  World 

THE 3RD WORLD Lyrics The third world mother fuckers I'm from where the gold and diamonds are raped from the earth, Right next to the slave castles where the water is cursed. From where police brutality is not half as nice, And makes the hood in America look like paradise. Compare to the aids infected Caribbean slum, African street were the past ports of American gun. From where they massecre people to try and keep them quiet. And spend the next twenty five years, trying to deny it. I'm from where they cut your hands off if you make a fist, And niggas don't coca cuz the job market doesn't exist. Except slave labor modern day companies store. And peace people don't ever, ever, ever come here no more. From where the bombs they used to drop on Vietnam, Kill us children born deformed eight months before they born. I'm from where they lost the true meaning of the Qur'an, Because heroin is not compatible with Islam. And niggas know that we'll blow that pope seed anyway, Because that fool parachuting does not come everyday. I'm from where people pray to they gods of they conquerors and practically, Every presidential money longerer. I'm from the only place democracy is acceptable, Is if America candidate is electable. And they might even have a black president, but he's useless, Cuz he does not control the economy stupid! Lock and load you gun, where I'm from, the third world son, Been to many places but I'm third world born. Guerrillas hit and run where I'm from, the third world son. You polluted everything, now the third worlds gone. The waters poisoned where I'm from. the third world son, Seven hundred children die by the end of this song. Revolution come where I'm from, the third world son. Constant occupation, leaves the third world drone. I'm from where they catholic churches don't raise this shit, They helped Europe and America rape this bitch. They pray to white spaniel Jesus, who's face is this. But never talk about the black culture gelasius. I'm from where soviet weapons still decide elections. Military is like the mafia, you pay for protection. Cattle like sex toys, is what the country sells, And rich white businessmen make the best clientele. I'm from where they too pussy to come film survivor . And they murder coca cola union organizers. I'm from where the justice system is esta podrido, Fuck government niggas, politic over perico, rebelde concido, enterado vivo, como otro argentino desparecido, The tricolores don't apply to the CIA, And mother fuckers make sneakers for a quarter a day, I'm from where they overthrow democratic leaders, Not for the people, but for the wall street journal readers, From where blacks, indigenous people and Asians, Where once slaves of the Caucasians, And it's amazing how they trained them, To be racist against themselves in the place they was raised in, You kept us caged in, destroyed our culture, and said that you civilized us, Raped our women and when we born you despised us, Gentrified us agent provocateurs divide us, And crucified every revolutionary messiah. So I'ma start a global riot, That not even your fake, anti-communist dictators can keep keep quiet, Fuck your charity medicine tryna murder me, The immunizations you gave us were full of mercury. So now I see the third world like a rap game soldier, Nationalize the industry and take it over. Tracklist Of The 3rd World 1. Death March (featuring Dj Green Lantern) 2. That's What It Is 3. Golpe De Estado (featuring Veneno & Temperamento) 4. Harlem Renaissance 5. Lick Shots (featuring Chino XL, Crooked I) 6. Interlude 7. The 3rd World 8. Hollywood Driveby (featuring Psycho Realm & Street Platoon) 9. Watchout (RMX) 10. Reverse Pimpology (featuring Mojo) 11. Open Your Eyes 12. The Payback (featuring Diabolic & Ras Kass) 13. Adios Uncle Tom-Skit 14. Stronghold Grip (featuring Poison Pen & Swave Sevah) 15. Mistakes 16. Out on Parole 17. Crimes of the Heart (featuring Maya Azucena) **Bonus track (R.O.T.C. featuring J.Arch & Da Circle)

Kempi ft M Bizz - Coke Meisje

  • Durée: 4:9
  • Notation: 5.00 (12 votes)
  • Visites: 8949' favoriteCount='17
  • Publié par: GekkeAndy

Thématique: Bizz  Eindhoven  Kempi  rap 

Nummer van Kempi met M Bizz over een meisje die aan du coke zit

SFDK -Duelo de Vikingos (Con imágenes de Resident Evil 2)

  • Durée: 4:27
  • Notation: 4.77 (13 votes)
  • Visites: 14280' favoriteCount='20
  • Publié par: fedeloko69

Thématique: aburro  apocalypse  bilingüe  cancion  droga  duelo  español  evil  inglés  me  mierda  Promoe  rap  resident  sexo  SFDK  Vikingos 

SFDK & Promoe - Duelo de Vikingos Canción de rap bilingüe en español e inglés, con imágenes de resident evil 2 apocalypse. Uno de los pocos videos de youtube sobre esta canción. Letra: [Promoe] Every single time Promo and the Loop Troop Rockers (c´mon!) Roll through the police wanna stop us And I know mi Spanish gente feel me. Fuck CIA! Guardia Civil tryin´ to kill me I spit hits like I´m never out of rounds And even when I´m on tracks you can bet I´m out of bounce hits SFDK and this kid from outta town. His name? Promo, not mainstream or underground Cause if you´re hip hop to the bone marrow then I´m cancer And if we tour the same period, better cancel I thought I might as well tell ya or your fans will And you´ll find out the hard way for your damn self Your plans fail, you want your welfare cheque back But it´s no longer there due to government setbacks (Take that!) Put it in your glass pipe and smoke it Some hard rock shit, your asswipe´s hoping (for what?) For a cypher but our past mic´s broken This so-called rap game, I blast wide open Don´t be scared; I won´t kill ya SFDK. Welcome to Sevilla. [Promoe] It´s Promo! It´s Sánchez! It´s Zatu! I said it´s Promo! And it´s Sánchez! And it´s Zatu! [Zatu] No sé que hacéis comiendo tripi delante de un graffiti sfdk, looptroop, promoe. Quemad la city. Por falta de fe, quise mudarme al aljarafe y luego lo pensé. Joder será yeah niggis los que traen el gafe. Si el mundo lo domina el café, es por la coca que viene escondida con el mismo envase. No sé si fracasaré, pero lo haré. Antes de estar en casa preguntándome ¿por qué no fue? Perdóname nena por abusar de tus ingles, al menos mi problema no fue abusar del inglés. Os veo fáciles, no me pidáis que me pringue. No soy George Clinton pero.. ey ¡¡man smell my finger!! Este es mi single, nos preocupa Francia. Por su rap no, por Le pen y la vuelta de la ignorancia. Spain sigue rancia, llama a una ambulancia, en jardín de infancia, me hablaron de tolerancia fanáticos. Somos flores en el ático pensamientos poco diplomáticos con un fin mediático. Ya me siento un decano, por componer un gran disco y no la canción del verano. Ya podéis comerme el nabo, lo llamo next level. Mi única ilusión de chico era superar al bidavol. Hoy me siento bien superándome, aunque mc´s como el Tote vienen pisándome. Estoy acercándome, a ver quién puede cortarme las alas. Porque desde el cielo pondré tu gorra llena de cagadas. Camaradas brindad por mí con un brick de manzana. Porque soy blanco y no canto oh susana!! Dont push me estoy al filo. Cerca de mil kilos con Promoe el tipo tranquilo, el rap en español me aburre, hijo de puta ¿qué te ocurre? Mejor será que se lo curre. [Promoe] It´s Promo! It´s Sánchez! It´s Zatu! I said it´s Promo! And it´s Sánchez! And it´s Zatu!

T.I. FEAT. KANYE WEST, JAY Z & LIL WAYNE - SWAGGER LIKE US + LYRICS

  • Durée: 5:35
  • Notation: 4.53 (19 votes)
  • Visites: 12789' favoriteCount='61
  • Publié par: Fresh2def25

Thématique: hip-hop  Jay  Kanye  Like  Lil  rap  Swagger  T.I.  Us  Wayne  West 

[Chorus] No one on the corner has swagger like us" "Swagger like us, swagger-swagger like us" [Kanye West] {"No one on the corner"} Mr. West is in the buildin Swagger on a hundred thousand trillion {"No one on the corner"} Aiyyo I know I got it first I'm Christopher Columbus, y'all just the pilgrims Thanksgiving, do we even got a question? Hermes pastel, I passed the dressin My attitude is tattooed That mean it's permanent, so I guess we should address it, huh? {"No one on the corner"} My swagger is Mick Jagger Every time I breathe on a track, I asthma attack it Why he so mad for? Why he gotta have it? Cause a slave my whole life, now I'm the master Naaaaa-na-naaaaa How it feel to wake up and be the shit, and the urine? Naaaaa-na-naaaaa Tryna get that coke number, one over durin [Chorus] [Jay-Z] Geah.. {"No one on the corner"} Got a bop like this Can't wear skinny jeans cause my knots don't fit No one on the corner got a pocket like this So I rock Roc jeans cause my nine's so thick You can learn how to dress just for checkin my fresh Checkin-checkin my fresh, checkin-checkin my fresh Follow my steps is the road to success Where the niggaz know you're thorough when the girls say yes (yes!) {"No one on the corner"} But I can't teach 'em my swag You can pay for school but you can't buy class {"No one on the corner"} School of hard knocks I'm a grad And that all-blue Yankee is my graduation cap It's Hooooo-vahhhhh Dippin-dippin Rovers, whippin with the soda Hooooo-vahhhhh Did you even have any doubt after doubt it was over? [Chorus] [Lil Wayne] No one on the corner has swagger like moi Church, and I'm too clean for the choir I require, but I desire I got stripes, A-di-das Mamis scream, "¡Papi no más!" Run up in your shit just me, no más Runnin this shit like I got fo' tires No one has swagger like these fo' guys Now when it comes to styles, I got several Sharper than the swagger, dagger or metal And my jew-els, blue and yellow The type of shit that make 'em call you Carmelo Who's as follows stay true to the ghetto Write your name on the bullet make you feel special Ha! What the fuck you boys talkin 'bout? I know it's us cause we the only thing you talk about And I'm gone... bye... yeah [Chorus] - during last line [T.I.] Hah, you see? That's right Ay, you know see Weezy for the wordplay, Jeezy for the bird play Kanyeezy for diversity and me for controversy I'm a verse that's picture perfect, only spit to serve a purpose You ain't livin what you kickin then you worthless Lookin from the surface it may seem like I got reason to be nervous Been observant, work to see if my adversity was worth it Verse is autobiographical, absolutely classical Last thing I'm worried 'bout is what another rapper do Ain't nobody hot as me Even if they rap they ass off, blast off and have outstandin quality Sell a lot of records, I'll respect it and salute that But spin real life on hot beats, I'm the truth at You kick it like me, no exaggeration necessary Livin revolutionary, nothin less than legendary Gangsta shit hereditary, got it from my dad Flow colder than February with extraordinary swag [Chorus] - repeat 2X [T.I. - over Chorus] Okay, yeah, that's right Okay, yeah, so you notice huh Hah, yeah, okay, tell 'em for me shawty Yeah, that's right, yeah

We The Greatest with lyrics

  • Durée: 4:50
  • Notation: 4.25 (16 votes)
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  • Publié par: nigsjigs

Thématique: Beats  biggie  Bizzy  Bone  double  Eazy-  fastest  Girls  guiness  Halo  Hip  Hop  Hot  lil  Rap  Thugs  tupac  wayne 

RATE-COMMENT-SUBSCRIBE!!! Yea... Thriller back but with Killer AP... New Track "We Are The Greatest" Beat By EmotionL Productions... Still more songs comin... Thanks all ya'll for subscribing... Trilo & AnojanChorus (x2) We are the greatest, never was fakin./ Everybody around us, playa hatin./ All of them should be tapin,/ Their filthy mouths, for just complainin./ You know we explainin/ That/ Nobody else can start decimatin./ Cause we gonna go eliminatin,/ All of these rappers who always stay patent./ People, always wanna meet,/ All of these rappers who be callin them 'G's'./ Everywhere going, its hard to believe,/ That they say crap, and still signin CD's./ So, dramatically,/ Their popularity,/ Grows fast increasingly./ So it is happenin./ People are clashin in,/ Lyrics, expandin thin./ Nonsense indeed./ We really are the greatest./ Never was fakin./ Everybody contemplatin./ Wondered how we came./ Couldn't process in the brain./ One would only say, that we were intimidatin./ But we're still, runnin in the makin./ Ready to get, everybody all shaken./ Ran in like thunder,/ and made 'em all blunder./ While they stutter, and wonder, why they all were awakin./ Everybody mistaken./ People said that we were gonna start procastinatin./ One would only start blamin,/ Cause of the changes./ Minds were incascerated./ Mostly rappers are overrated./ Only will talk about walkin with gauges./ And runnin from police in chases./ Havin the money, with jewellery on faces./ But still minimal spaces,/ Inbetween rappers and criminal cases./ Rap style has truly fluctuated./ So we gotta start changin,/ It back like the old days and,/ It was amazin,/ Everything blazin./ Some rappers are dazin./ Hopes are breakin./ We are the greatest, we'll never start flakin./ Chorus (x2) Ever wonder how this hip-hop communty's,/ Gonna be,/ Really seen?/ Not so pretty, full of mutiny./ Always usin money,/ So take it from me,/ We are, makin the music. So we gotta take control fully./ And you really wanna see,/ Who the realist gonna be?/ And can pack artillery?/ Can get everybody seized?/ Who can really flow the beats?/ Never lacks asperity?/ We are the greatest, we pass peripheries./ Yo!/ Gotta go,/ With the flow./ And you really wanna know,/ Who dont joke?/ Only win in every show?/ We do rhythm with the notes,/ You're only readin what we wrote/ Whatever we say is true. We will never revoke./ yea. In the middle of a coke,/ people always see we go./ With the beats we take control./ Goin really fast Trilo./ Every note, we mikado./ With skill we boast,/ Aint no hoes./ Really our music is whole./ when i get up on the go/ with the wickedest of flows/ it should BE ALREADY known/that its killer-ap fo sho/ when them bitches wanna battle with that inaudible chatter/ hear a click click clack?/better see all of them scatter/ imma run it like a race/ better be settin a pace/ for them others to deface/ disappear without a trace/ dump the body in a ditch and then forget about the bitch/ as i'm takin and breaking the mic gotta know ur whole brain twitched/ I'm scatterin anatomies to all ends of all galaxies/ when you find your way back you'll be all up in your fantasies/ I end it with authority/ no matter what your story be/ imma hit you in the head/ and the body with a bat/ so fast/ that you'll see four of me/ we're the greatest/ never was faking/ no degrading/ what we making Chorus (x2) Ya can't fuck with this/ ubiquitous jury/ iniquitous purely/ ya know we flow ridiculous surely/ we spit hotter than the heat of the earth/ we've beat it since birth/ a gift and a curse/ ain't nothin that's worse than us cause/ we a lyrical battery aimed at your sanity/ if you testin our vanity we be markin off casualties/ sane people faking the death of their brains/ just to get the hell away from i portray as i spit this unmanagable mental strain/ leaving satan jumping headfirst into a train going at a pace furious/ everything serious/ no more being curious/ when i'm through with this vituperation/ a seismic sensation/ that's quaking and shaking/ and breaking the nation/ and taking it into a state of frustration/ no more tolerating/ or faking the hatin/ just racing and pacing/ and pleading for reasons/ for me not to leave you there steadily bleeding deep in the creek its a struggle indeed/ the fire is burning it's best not to breathe the shit that i'm saying is hard to believe/ best try cause i'll leave your head pinned to a tree i know i said from the get go/ and i'll say it again just once more we're the greatest/ never was faking/ no degrading/ what we making

One Wog Moe Bulldogs Hectik Rap Song the best ever Sydney

  • Durée: 9:13
  • Notation: 3.75 (8 votes)
  • Visites: 1311' favoriteCount='5
  • Publié par: Moebulldogs

Thématique: ahmad  blood  bulldogs  dr  dre  eminem  game  guildford  lebanese  lebo  moe  on  one  sabra  the  top  wogs 

to watch more funnier videos by this artist plz visit www.koosacomedy.com Crazy Rap song By PUnchbowls hectik Rapper Moe Bulldogs.He Remixes the games hit song One BLood to ONe WOg.. here is the lyrics new rap music from moe bulldogs 2008 One Wog remix to the games song One Blood Lyrics for One Wog Game I See Dead people Yo Game Thought I was Dead PunchBowl Im the Games Advocate Lebo Moe Shot Ya Brought me back from the dead That's why they call him The Doctor The koosa gon drop him If CM aint rokin wid him no mor Its ok I get it Poppin The whole club rockin like a f350 ferrari Drink H20 throw it up call the shyt hydraulics Then piss in the cup call the shyt hypnotic I bleed Punchbowl spit blood an shit coke An you new Wogs aint shit but new Wogz Hairy gorilla wogs im talking to u wogs Bounce in the Ferrari throwing up Westside man Get $420 a fortnight from centrelink yes I am Fresh like dam this Lebo Did it again 2bux around his neck Sydney above the rim Inside the Ferrari Shot gun wid Sunny What would the mutha fukin Sydney be without one Bra Boy an one Wog chorus one Wog One Wog WOG verse2 im from Westside of 2196 punchbowl when lebos say where you from we neva say fully siiiiiiik kebab on the right side shank on the left side wogs from parramatta know how to rep the bulldogs word to pac im so sexy belive me that's why bytches love teezy But the rest of you wogs better be glad your breathing All I need is one Reason Im the king an Game said Australia needs me I don't know why all you leboz keep trying me Everybody know I got no hair down ther seriously An I aint gota make koosa in the tanjra What dj gona turn down a mixed plate You're a gronk an u still rappin uhhh Im 22 cuz so is the bubs On a 09 ferrari hop out No body guard you when the argeelah Smoke clear all you goin see is (one Wog) Verse3 Us wogs got no beef wid cronulla No meat pies with the shire Whats meat pies when we all eat big macs on the same tray? An the double flame grill whoppers we eat everyday I keep em on display Blue an white t shirt so all you see is the B bulldogz Turn on the tv all you see is the Moe You haters better make up a dance to try to get radio play Keep on sayin its not my Ferrari Cause I know when you see me in it You all burn everyday I don't regret what I spit Cause I know what game I play Haterz talk about me they don't know when to stop I got the louis vouton belt bukle holding my cock No dom no pills I know when to blo I wait till lil jon come on to let off a shot I had the number one youtube spot Haterz stepped on my fingers while some bitch was sucking my coc Im hectic electric I don't giv a fuk la aryi fuk the world This is my shit an its not a warning an u betta get my album when it drops U all gronkz Category: Music Tags: wogs on top one wog moe bulldogs the game documentary doctors advocate compton lebs rap lebanese parramatta melbourne

Cunnin Lynguists feat. Masta Ace - Seasons

  • Durée: 3:38
  • Notation: 4.94 (340 votes)
  • Visites: 113624' favoriteCount='976
  • Publié par: upurassutube

Thématique: Ace  Cunnin  feat.  Lynguists  Lyrics  Masta  Seasons 

Cunnin Lynguists feat. Masta Ace - Seasons Dunno if there right lyrics comment me if there wrong in some places. =] [Intro] One two It's Masta Ace, Cunninlyguists We about to get into the seasons The seasons of hip hop How we gonna start it? [Masta Ace] As we spring back to the past, it was all happening fast We glorified coke and smoking crack in a glass When b-boys danced to the latest jam You could say this man was the greatest fan When shoelaces were fat, and all the rapper's faces were black And light-brown, a box with the right sound was all you needed When it blast...they must move You just proved you're hard like L in Krush Groove And songs started to drop - Ain't nobody start at the top Before Preme (DJ Premier) learned the art of the chop This is way before SP's...and MPC's And long before CD's and MP3's The game started to bloom and blossom And masters ready for the cermony, like a groom in costume Growth from the rain of the previous years I took notes from what I heard through these devious ears Yeah [Deacon the Villian] As Summer's heatwaves ascended in it's splendid manner Green was flooding our scene, although the skin was tanner "Fuck The Police!!" jumpin over radio scanners It was hot in the shade, wet paint all over the canvans Fuck Vanilla Ice cones, we had T, Cube's Amerikka's Most And wanted that Chronic on the Left-Coast Talent pools were full and fresh for swimming Backstrokin' through Dark Sides and Illmatic beginnings Them lemonade stands would make you street platinum It was 2 Live.. Florida crews caught heat for rappin But free speech pollination kept bee's colonizing in hives And stung Delores Tucker right in her pride The Tribes ocean splash was rising the tide Strictly 4 My Niggaz that were ready to die in the ride I wish the summer's vibe could've lasted forever To bad we had to have a change in that weather.. that shit was beautiful [Chorus] "Seasons Change, mad things rearrange" - Lauryn Hill, "How Many Mics" "Play me in the winter, play me in the summer, play in the autumn, any order"- Ladybug, "9th Wonder" "Seasons Change, mad things rearrange" - Lauryn Hill, "How Many Mics" "Trees bright and green turn yellow brown, autumn caught em See all them leaves must fall down" - Andre 3000, "13th Floor/Growing Old" [Kno] As the East vs. West winds blew, causing two Legends to Fall like maple leaves from escalated beef Assumed that the worst was over Til these cats started wearing shiny costumes like the 31st of October The weather's colder, but the word jacket/jack it Is what they did to people's styles, not what they covered they backs with Tactics of the skill impaired No Limit to what they'll do when the green is scarce Some be Thanksgiving for who they know, while others get jerked for loot Cause gettin signed ain't a turkey shoot No respect for the pilgrims who paved the way so you could rock that Just pop crap and Plymouth Rock-Rap Beyond gimmicks and fake plastic tits Outkast and Raekwon dropped fall classic discs Born to Roll, so I'm taking you back to school days of autumn Before the bottom dropped out in 2K [SOS] By the dawn of the new millennium we saw bright chains Winter brought along platinum causing the ice age No more Gold, no more YO! MTV RAPS Now we got R&B cats stealing classic rap tracks In winter it's snowed in like the temperature's below ten Citizens open up shows for more snowmen Scrawny boys rock bubblegooses to pose like grown men And you can catch freezer burn from women when they show skin Jolly, fat, white men get paid when rap hits the shelves And artists themselves get treated like Elves Matter of fact, Santa's gotten so greedy when a rapper sells You even need clearance to sample Jingle Bells What the hell! You need cells and 2 ways for chicks to bone ya? And so much ice on ya body that you can get pneumonia Even at the beaches of Daytona it's gotten colder But it's about time for the cycle to start over [echo] How we gonna start?

Mac Dre and Andre Nickatina "Andre N Andre" with lyrics

  • Durée: 3:51
  • Notation: 4.85 (368 votes)
  • Visites: 268712' favoriteCount='1035
  • Publié par: josegodumb

Thématique: andre  area  bay  dre  fab  fillmore  frisco  ghostriding  mac  music  nickatina  oakland  rappers  thizzle  turf  washington 

(verse 1) Backwoods got me congested, ain't rested in 2 days I'm gettin paid been on niggas heads like toupes I'm a thug cuz rob the blood out yo gays a Cutthroat nigga bitch I scam on 'em fo days In school days I blew base got ripped and fucked up In new jays on 2 ways I scritched and scratched up I beat that bitch up when I found out she lyin Who she think I am? Saving Private Ryan? (Verse 2) I make the town move just by walkin on your block Take the keys to yo city but I still pick the locks Buy a car and a glock put the cash in my socks put the beat in the trunk so ya hear the shit knock To hell with the law the freeways mines so is yo freak, radios, and alpines Coke wit a little bit of cherry lemon lime Ya think of me ya think of big money everytime kenneth cole shine like the trigger of a nine Orca was a whale but pisces is the sign (Verse 3) I got split personalities I'm bipolar Ya might see me wit my Italian stallion or my chola Rap rock n rolla I'm dope as yola If you dont pimp her, I Might like Dola I'm ridin in a big boat like Noah Wit 2 women of each races boy I control them I hold a ho stable I'm a Mac and I'm ready No do ho debt it, thats right I said it (Verse 4) I grip my dolla bills like my Cutty steering wheel I'm not a chill pill freak do what ya will Heart ticking like a timebomb eatin spicy prawns Man its the God of Khan check it baby write a rhyme man look but dont stare its the crime rhyme king wit braids like a juvenile Khana mean? wid bruce springsteen in my anchor blue jeans o yea im in yo city man whats up wit the weed? man call all the g's and tell em all freeze Andre Nickatina sayin nigga what ya need? hit the corner so narrow in a fly blue camaro a sparrow dodge a arrow but not a double barrel (Verse 5) We in a 7 series beema its me and nickatina ready to sexual harass a bitch like Martin did Gena commitin felonies and hella misdameanors a dog in the yard where the grass is hella greener rap singer pimp then slap Tina I mack Meana from black to latina clean as noxzema quick to pop the nina got the money from the broad as soon as I seen her Willamina Tina and Trina got dick by the bay on the berkeley marina dont mean to the point the finger but uh (but uh) she got pancake,syrup,butta (butta) (Verse 6) man the way i smoke weed is like death of a genius reappear roll up rise like the phoenix this is not a remix nino felix put it in a capsule seal it deal it how you want it nicky baby 4 times 5 a quarter ounce of weed and some cherry pot pies excuse me if Im greedy cuz I'm caught up in the lust Ill lie if ya want but Im a tiga you can trust cuz Im on Fillmore in a white velour suit in a blue kangol in my wu-tang boots wit a back like a cobra cursed by the mail my manicured nails touch a triple beam scale baby is a athlete body like a star ya talkin real bad freak meet me by the car

Big L and Jay-Z - 7 Minute Freestyle (LYRICS)

  • Durée: 7:8
  • Notation: 4.87 (101 votes)
  • Visites: 52782' favoriteCount='230
  • Publié par: Beastaz

Thématique: big  freestyle  hip  hip-hop  hop  jay-z  minute  old  r.i.p.  rap  school  true 

Two oF ThA GrEaTeSt LyRiCiStS oF AlL TiMe R.I.P BIG L Big L'z LyRiCz Yo, check it Yo, I got slugs for snitches No love for bitches Puttin thugs in ditches When my trigger finger itches I got a rep that make police jet Known to get a priest wet I never beg for pussy like Keith Sweat Is Big L slow? Hell no Bitches get fucked on the roof when I ain't got no hotel dough I'm known for yoking jacks And beatin them with smoking gats Leavin token blacks with broken backs and open caps So with that bullshit, step to the rear son The last thing you want with Big L is a fair one Cause in a street brawl, I strike men like lightning You see what happened in my last fight friend? Aight then I beat kids with lead pipes I leave a trail of dead mic's Where I'm from, niggaz jewels get ran like red lights Old folks get mugged and raided Crimes are drug related And we live by the street rules that thugs created Clowns get smoked about a thousand volts For selling pounds of coke Front in this town and get a tech stuck down your throat I'm tellin you shit is about to get drastic soon I'm quick to blast a goon And break a motherfucker like a plastic spoon I got the looks that make your hotty stare I keep a shotty near It's the nigga with notty hair who Gotti fear Tracks I'm know to roast Until the microphone is ghost Props I own the most I'm leaving niggaz comatose Front and get your brain pinched Big L will have your whole gang lynched I started smoking dust and been insane since This rap shit was a great gift The other night some snake riffed And got a hot lead face lift All through high school I had braids I kept mad blades Stabbing teachers to death that gave me bad grades I cook the mic like a beef steak Cause my techniques great And I'm the nigga police hate in each state Cause I'm the neighborhood lamper Punk brother vamper Fuck around you'll find my silk boxers in your mother's hamper Cops drop when my glock makes a pow sound I'm from a whyle town You know my style clown, so bow down My crew be deliverin hot lead when gats are clenched Rappers I jack and lynch Nobody can fuck with the way I be killing the shit in rap events Big L is the nigga you expect To catch wreck in any cassette deck I'm so ahead of my time, my parents haven't met yet I'm feeling like Billy Bathgate My rap style is past great I love to fuck a bitch from the back and watch her ass shake I probably got your mommy strung Niggaz hear me and take more notes than Connie Chung My clan plans to get Guillianni hung Never had a gassed head Got loot cause I stash bread Try to tax and I'ma beat your fagot ass half-dead I stomp white cops till the life stops For a low price hops Cause my blood is colder than an ice box On 1-3-9 you don't want a block war Cause my crew will kill a nigga from the lobby to the top floor And every time a mack eleven bucks I'm killing at least seven ducks I never was a follower of Reverend Butts The bitch type I dislike, I'm rougher than a fist fight All chicks ain't shit, ain't no such thing as Miss Right So we can never be a couple hun Fuck love, all I got for ho's is hard dick and bubble gum And clown emcee's I be attacking quick I'm on some rappin shit and some car jackin shit I ran up on this nigga name Mac in a black ac And put the gat to his cap, click-clack Sorry jack but get up out of that My 38 works great, so make a mistake and hesitate I can't wait to demonstrate this nickel plate He didn't listen to what I was speakin He started reaching So I left him sleepin with his temple leaking

Ja Rule - "New York New York"(officail vid)

  • Durée: 4:18
  • Notation: 4.84 (67 votes)
  • Visites: 24091' favoriteCount='126
  • Publié par: RAPproductionz24

Thématique: r&b  rap 

[ Hook - Ja Rule ] I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York (New York) I got a semi-automatic that spits next time if you talk (you talk) I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York (New York) I got a semi-automatic that spits next time if you talk (you talk) (And I know) [ Verse 1 - Ja Rule ] Yall niggaz is pussy, poonani, (Vagina) Your (Monologue's) getting tired, now it's time to ride You're print distrified, you're no longer desired So take off them silly chains, put back on your wire I'm on fire, holly dipped in octane Let east coast bang, let west coast bang And Rule gonna bring the ghetto gospel To every 'hood possible, pushin through in the sky blue Back with the gods you now, preferably the 4 pound Slugs flyin at the speed of sound Tryin to catch the ears of niggaz that's runnin their mouths I might get my Brooklyn niggaz to run in your house I don't really understand what the runnin's about But we're hunters, we take pride in airin our prey out Leavin 'em layed out, dead, in just a sport 'cause we ain't playin up here in New York [ Hook - Fat Joe ] I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York (New York) And you can tell the way the homie spit, That nigga, I'm from New York (New York) I got a hundred ways to make a grip, Yes, I'm from New York (New York) And you can tell I get real ignorant, 'cause nigga, I'm from New York (New York) (And this is how we do) [ Verse 2 - Fat Joe ] Nigga I can see the coke in your nose This ain't a movie, even he got his head blown on the globe And I was just about to find god But now that Ma$e is back, I think I'd much rather find a menage [ Find more Lyrics at www.mp3lyrics.org/6W6 ] And everybody talkin crazy how they're AK spit But we know this investigatin, and they ain't spray shit Not me, I'm the truth homie, got the industry shook like "Naw nigga, Joe gonna let 'em loose on me" True Story, I'm bringin the T back Even Roy Jones was forced to (Lean Back) My nigga Dre said grind cook Now we killin them Howard niggaz, who said I must of found Pun's rhyme book Got bitches on top of the Phantom And the pinky got bling, like the ring around Saturn Cook coke, crack, niggaz fiend for that And you already know the x is where the team be at [ Hook - Jadakiss ] I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York (New York) (Ruff Ryde), and (D-Block) and shit, Nigga fuck what you thought (you thought) And you can't take shit for granted, because life is too short (too short) I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York (Aha, and this is how we do) [ Verse 3 - Jadakiss ] I swear it couldn't be sweeter, Life's a bitch Depending on how you treat her, you might get rich It's guaranteed you gonna die, you might get missed For maybe 2 or 3 hours, 'til they light their spliffs And that coke will get you a long time But when I let 'em know the dope is out, it's like America Online Wise has awoken And you know they say that you deserved it whenever you die with your eyes open I still hold a title, because I'm in the hood like them little motorcycles Stick up kids, hoppin out with them old rifles Just doin shit for nothin, it's so spiteful Ha I'm just like you Word that niggaz wanna murk you is in the air A double shot of yak and the purple is in the air And I'm not cocky, I'm confident So when you tell me I'm the best it's a compliment [ Hook ] [ Ja Rule: ] I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York (New York) [ Fat Joe: ] And you can tell the way the homie spit, cause nigga I'm from new york! [ Jadakiss: ] I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York [ Ja Rule: ] I got a semi-automatic that spits next time if you talk.. [ All Together: ] (Aha!) And this is how we do!

MV Bill no Coca Cola Vibezone Gramado RS

  • Durée: 3:19
  • Notation: 4.43 (7 votes)
  • Visites: 14725' favoriteCount='11
  • Publié par: MVBillcdd

Thématique: Bill  brasil  brazil  hip  hop  MV  rap 

Apresentação do rapper MV Bill tocando pela primeira vez em um show a faixa "Tamo junto e misturado" que faz parte do cd novo chamado " O Bagulho é doido". Show na noite de encerramento do Festival de Cinema Latino America de Gramado, onde o documentário Falcão foi exibido dentra da progamação do Gramado Cine e Video seguido de palestras dado por MV Bill participação do Dr. Jairo Baurer.

electro deluxe hopeful

  • Durée: 6:2
  • Notation: 4.65 (23 votes)
  • Visites: 10806' favoriteCount='47
  • Publié par: vaiferie

Thématique: baud  cadoux  coke  deluxe  electro  faure  hip  hop  jazz  live  poncelet  rap  renaville  sax  soul  trumpet 

electro deluxe live in paris

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