Saiawazer - LCC (LĂ©dignan City Cousin) Clip Rap Francais
- Durée: 3:25
- Notation: 3.36 (14 votes)
- Visites: 6359' favoriteCount='5
- Publié par: saiawazer
Thématique: avec city clip cousin francais lcc le ledignan mdr merdique poums rap reprĂ©sente saia saiawazer smart swr video village
LE CLIP ENFIN SORTI!! on sait on sait la zik est trop laide mais c'est fait pour !!!! bref un clip avec 0 moyen mais tkt c'est pour tous les gars qui connaissent ! on représente comme on peut pas toujours comme on veut... le rap français vas trop kiffé ! mdrr
Saiawazer - Freestyle - 07/08/07 - Rap Francais
- Durée: 0:55
- Notation: 4.00 (4 votes)
- Visites: 2632' favoriteCount='4
- Publié par: saiawazer
Thématique: 2pac 50 cent club coast da francais freestyle in instrumentale nimes rap saiawazer side south tupac west
Freestyle a 1h30 du matin. Parole "C'est Smart" sur l'instrumentale "In Da Club" de 50 Cent. South Side !!!
NWA- Straight Outta Compton
- Durée: 4:27
- Notation: 5.00 (2 votes)
- Visites: 2404' favoriteCount='1
- Publié par: BINGLEY23
Thématique: Cube Dr.Dre Eazy-E Ice NWA Rap
You are now about to witness the strength of street knowledge Verse One: Ice Cube Straight outta Compton, crazy motherfucker named Ice Cube From the gang called Niggaz With Attitudes When I'm called off, I got a sawed off Squeeze the trigger, and bodies are hauled off You too, boy, if ya fuck with me The police are gonna hafta come and get me Off yo ass, that's how I'm goin out For the punk motherfuckers that's showin out Niggaz start to mumble, they wanna rumble Mix em and cook em in a pot like gumbo Goin off on a motherfucker like that with a gat that's pointed at yo ass So give it up smooth Ain't no tellin when I'm down for a jack move Here's a murder rap to keep yo dancin with a crime record like Charles Manson AK-47 is the tool Don't make me act the motherfuckin fool Me you can go toe to toe, no maybe I'm knockin niggaz out tha box, daily yo weekly, monthly and yearly until them dumb motherfuckers see clearly that I'm down with the capital C-P-T Boy you can't fuck with me So when I'm in your neighborhood, you better duck Coz Ice Cube is crazy as fuck As I leave, believe I'm stompin but when I come back, boy, I'm comin straight outta Compton Chorus: [City of Compton, City of Compton] [Eazy E] Yo Ren [MC Ren] Whassup? [Eazy E] Tell em where you from! Verse Two: MC Ren Straight outta Compton, another crazy ass nigga More punks I smoke, yo, my rep gets bigger I'm a bad motherfucker and you know this But the pussy ass niggaz don't show this But I don't give a fuck, I'ma make my snaps If not from the records, from jackin the crops Just like burglary, the definition is 'jackin' And when illegally armed it's called 'packin' Shoot a motherfucker in a minute I find a good piece o' pussy, I go up in it So if you're at a show in the front row I'm a call you a bitch or dirty-ass ho You'll probably get mad like a bitch is supposed to But that shows me, slut, you're composed to a crazy muthafucker from tha street Attitude legit cause I'm tearin up shit MC Ren controls the automatic For any dumb muthafucker that starts static Not the right hand cause I'm the hand itself every time I pull a AK off the shelf The security is maximum and that's a law R-E-N spells Ren but I'm raw See, coz I'm the motherfuckin villain The definition is clear, you're the witness of a killin that's takin place without a clue And once you're on the scope, your ass is through Look, you might take it as a trip but a nigga like Ren is on a gangsta tip Straight outta Compton... Chorus: [City of Compton, City of Compton] [Dr. Dre] Eazy is his name and the boy is comin... Verse Three: Eazy-E ...straight outta Compton is a brotha that'll smother yo' mother and make ya sister think I love her Dangerous motherfucker raises hell And if I ever get caught I make bail See, I don't give a fuck, that's the problem I see a motherfuckin cop I don't dodge him But I'm smart, lay low, creep a while And when I see a punk pass, I smile To me it's kinda funny, the attitude showin a nigga drivin but don't know where the fuck he's going, just rollin lookin for the one they call Eazy But here's a flash, they never seize me Ruthless! Never seen like a shadow in the dark except when I unload, see I'll get over the hesitation and hear the scream of the one who got the last penetration Give a little gust of wind and I'm jettin But leave a memory no one'll be forgettin So what about the bitch who got shot? Fuck her! You think I give a damn about a bitch? I ain't a sucker! This is the autobiography of the E, and if you ever fuck with me You'll get taken by a stupid dope brotha who will smother word to the motherfucker, straight outta Compton Chorus:
Life's A Gamble (All In)- Dirty Pretty Shit
- Durée: 3:44
- Notation: 5.00 (7 votes)
- Visites: 923' favoriteCount='1
- Publié par: Ruffnickle
Thématique: a&m and be beyonce bonnie charlotte clyde day dirty DPS famu florida hip hop is jayz nc nigger obama. out patch pretty rap rihanna shit tallahassee where
DPS touches down in Tallahassee Fl. Heed the words and tell a friend. This is soul motivation DPS style. Lucky Sitting back, soaking it all in Shit started from a breeze and grew to a strong wind Everybody dropping their 2 cents Pretty soon the talk dropped to a whisper, they figure we couldn't hear them 4 years? No telling where he's been So you figure either we gave up or gave in Cause dreams don't expire, time kills them And rappers they retire when niggaz don't feel them Quite true, equally quite grim But the future looks bleak and them lights is quite dim So which one applies? I figure that right then If we didn't have an answer that blank was filled in, so We got too much fire to throw it in Nigga let's put all our chips on one spin And ain't no fear because whether lose or win I'll put it up again, all in... HOOK Duck I never been to Vegas But I put it all on the line for a chance to say this I see their faces they think that I'm crazy He ain't playing with a full deck, he's expecting aces But it will probably be one of them kids on your block That'll grow to be CEO just cause he wouldn't stop And you see that society likes to lie a lot About what you can accomplish, but I got it why not? I can double my chances for advancement or enhancement However I define success and yes It's easier to say it than do it but screw it cause only I know all the cards I'm holding close to my chest They say nothings certain but death and taxes I already escaped death, disease, disaster But it's "you can't you don't It's too late you won't" I let the creator remain my handicapper All in HOOK Duck And people hit you with a lot of statistics, but Betting on you is better than lottery tickets Cause you control you , you gotta be persistent But when you've done it, it looks a lot realistic What people gonna say when you're on top and you did it When you didn't let the odds make you stop and you quit it When you slung shot that rock at a giant and hit him Life's a Gamble might as well play it to win it Lucky So you trying to advance or you're in it for wealth Either way you want a real type of legacy left But if you scared to take a chance and put a bet on yourself You better off to take a full clip And play a game of Russian Roulette Because it's smart for you to measure your steps But keep waiting, cold feet will make the memory melt That ain't funny, me I lost bigger things Ain't nothing to take from me When life is on the line, I ain't playing with scared money All in HOOK
MSN vs GOOGLE - Search Engine Rap Battle
- Durée: 2:19
- Notation: 4.52 (1284 votes)
- Visites: 474017' favoriteCount='2287
- Publié par: pantlessknights
Thématique: battle butterfly cowboy engine google hip-hop knights mac microsoft msn nerdcore or pantless pc rap search seedwell segway seo video viral yahoo yahoo!
***Get your votes in!!! WINNER WILL BE ANNOUNCED ON OCTOBER 27th! Along with never before seen unreleased footage from the Search Engine Rap Battle! ---------- Google and Microsoft trade nasty punchlines in the Search Engine Rap Battle. Vote on the winner at http://searchenginerapbattle.com There are three separate battles: MSN vs Google, Google vs Yahoo, and MSN vs Yahoo. Produced by Beau Lewis, Peter Furia and David Fine. Directed by David Fine. Created by Seedwell. contact: info[at]seedwell.com --------------- LYRICS Google: Your new system hasnt gotten many users They only use Vista cuz it came on their computers Step to me - Ill wrestle you blue My dyslexic fans, they call me "El Goog" Well connected - i got crazy links S-E-O just means what google thinks Smart people, they wanna work for me That's why I jack you for your employees Gmails got females - on fire like foxes i'm six gigs deep, up in their inboxes Search market share: 4% you 68 me. this battle rap is through MSN: You bought Youtube for 2 billion bucks He bought Youtube, the search still sucks Your icon's a joke - it's just a doodle Your name sounds like a baby retard poodle Youre net apps - they're slow- they dont work, nobody uses them, they go for the search I own your platform, I own IE, I own all degrees of the game, 3-60 You steal my people? heres the stor-y I buy Facebook and jack your employees You might have users, but they'll soon be leavin ya cuz your search results say search Wikipedia
Estelle feat Kanye West, American Boy - Official Video, Lyrics
- Durée: 4:2
- Notation: 4.62 (1030 votes)
- Visites: 3004' favoriteCount='1098
- Publié par: 8996GenesisHays
Thématique: American Boy Estelle featuring hiphop Kanye West
American Boy Estelle feat Kanye West Kanye West: Just another one champion sound me and Estelle about to get down who the hottest in the world right now. Just touched down in London town. Bet they give me a pound. Tell them put the money in my hand right now. Tell the promoter we need more seats, we just sold out all the floor seats Estelle: Chorus Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day. Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA. I really want to come kick it with you. You'll be my American Boy. He said Hey Sister. It's really really nice to meet ya. I just met this 5 foot 7 guys who's just my type. I like the way he's speaking his confidence is peaking. Don't like his baggy jeans but Ima like what's underneath it. And no I aint been to MIA I heard that Cali never rains and New York heart awaits. First let's see the west end. I'll show you to my bridrens. I'm like this American Boy. American Boy Chorus Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA. I really want to come kick it with you. You'll be my American Boy [American Boy lyrics on http://www.metrolyrics.com] Can we get away this weekend. Take me to Broadway. Let's go shopping baby then we'll go to a Café. Let's go on the subway. Take me to your hood. I neva been to Brooklyn and I'd like to see what's good. Dress in all your fancy clothes. Sneaker's looking Fresh to Def I'm lovin those Shell Toes. Walkin that walk. Talk that slick talk. I'm likin this American Boy. American Boy. Chorus Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day. Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA. I really want to come kick it with you. You'll be my American Boy let them kno wagwan blud Kanye West: Who killin em in the UK. Everybody gonna to say you K, reluctantly, because most of this press don't f**k wit me. Estelle once said to me, cool down down don't act a fool now now. I always act a fool oww oww. Aint nothing new now now. He crazy, I know what ya thinkin. White Pino I know what you're drinkin. Rap singer. Chain Blinger. Holla at the next chick soon as you're blinkin. What's you're persona. about this American Brama. Am I shallow cuz all my clothes designer. Dressed smart like a London Bloke. Before he speak his suit bespoke. And you thought he was cute before. Look at this P Coat, Tell me he's broke. And I know you're not into all that. I heard your lyrics I feel your spirit. But I still talk that CAAASH. Cuz a lot wags want to hear it. And I'm feelin like Mike at his Baddest. The Pips at they Gladys. And I know they love it. so to hell with all that rubbish Estelle: Would you be my love, my love. could be mine would you be my love my love, could be mine Could you be my love, my love. Would you be my American Boy. American Boy Chorus Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA. I really want to come kick it with you. You'll be my American Boy
Don Zaraani - Nas vs. Jay-z - The Lyrical Battle
- Durée: 3:45
- Notation: 5.00 (4 votes)
- Visites: 7668' favoriteCount='8
- Publié par: doos4life
Thématique: album beat don god's gods hip-hop hov hova jay-z music nas nigger pharell r&b rap remix son the world zaraani zarani
my 2nd remix !!! nas vs. jay-z the lyrical battle !! DON ZARANI. LYRICS: JAY-Z : If you're havin' girl problems i feel bad for you son I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one [Verse One] I got the rap patrol on the gat patrol Foes that wanna make sure my casket's closed Rap critics they say he's "Money Cash Hoes" I'm from the hood stupid, what type of facts are those If you grew up with holes in ya zapatos You'd be celebrating the minute you was havin' dough I'm like fuck critics you can kiss my whole asshole If you don't like my lyrics you can press fast forward I got beef with radio if i don't play they show They don't play my hits i don't give a shit SO Rap mags try and use my black ass So advertisers can give 'em more cash for ads, fuckers I don't know what you take me as, Or understand the intelligence that Jay-Z has I'm from rags to ritches niggas I ain't dumb I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one Hit me [Chorus] 99 problems but the bitch aint one If you're havin' girl problems i feel bad for you son I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one Hit me [Verse Two] The year's '94 and my trunk is raw In my rear view mirror is the mother fuckin' law I got two choices y'all pull over the car or (hmmm) Bounce on the double put the pedal to the floor Now I ain't tryin' to see no highway chase with Jay. Plus i got a few dollars i can fight the case So I...pull over to the side of the road I heard "Son do you know why I'm stoppin' you for?" Cause I'm young and I'm black and my hats real low? Do I look like a mind reader sir, I don't know Am I under arrest or should I gas em up? "Well you was doin fifty-five in a fifty-fo' " "Liscense and registration and step out of the car" "Are you carryin' a weapon on you I know a lot of you are" I ain't steppin out of shit all my paper's legit "Well, do you mind if I look round the car a little bit?" Well my glove compartment is locked so are the trunk in the back And I know my rights so you gon' need a warrant for that "Aren't you sharp as a tack, you some type of lawyer or something'?" "Or somebody important or somethin'?" Nah, I ain't pass the bar but i know a little bit Enough that you won't illegally search my shit "We'll see how smart you are when the K9 come" I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one Hit me NAS: [Verse 1: Nas] Uh, uh, uh, now let's get it all in perspective For all y'all enjoyment, a song y'all can step wit' Y'all appointed me to bring rap justice But I ain't five-O, y'all know it's Nas yo Grey goose and a whole lotta hydro Only describe us as soldier survivors Stay laced in the best, well dressed with finesse In a white tee lookin for wifie Thug girl who fly and talks so nicely Put her in the coupe so she can feel the nice breeze We can drive thru the city no doubt, but don't say my car's topless Say the titties is out, newness here's the anthem Put your hand up that you shoot with, count your loot wit' Push the pool stick in your new crib, same hand that you hoop with Swing around like you stu-pid yo my mood is real rude I lay you out, show you what steel do Mobsters don't box, my pump shot obliges Every invitation to fight you punk hazas Like Pun said, "You ain't even en mi clasa" Maybach Benz, back seat, tv plasma Ladies lookin for athletes or rappers Whatever you choose, whatever you do Make sure he a thug and intelligent too Like a real thoroughbred is, show me love Lemme feel how the head is Females whose the sexiest is always the nastiest [record scratched off, Nas rhymes acapella] And I like a little sassiness, a lotta class Mommy reach in your bag, pass the fifth I'm a leader, at last this a don you wit' My nines'll spit, niggaz loose consciousness (X3)
50 Cent - Heat
- Durée: 3:50
- Notation: 5.00 (32 votes)
- Visites: 12368' favoriteCount='45
- Publié par: little1995
Thématique: and bow chronic clean cock detox die dirty doctor dr dre eminem ep fucker gangster hip-hop lied lil lp me motion movie nas off picture piss quarter rap shady slim snoopy t.o.s tony unit violence wayne word wow yayo
Track 7 on the album Get Rich or Die Tryin'. LYRICS: (GUNSHOTS) [Chorus: 50 Cent] If there's beef, cock it and dump it, the drama really means nothin To me I'll ride by and blow ya brains out (brains out) There's no time to cock it, no way you can stop it When niggas run up on you wit them thangs out (thangs out) I do what I gotta do I don't care I if get caught The DA can play this motherfuckin tape in court I'll kill you - I ain't playin, hear what I'm sayin, homie I ain't playin Catch you slippin, I'ma kill you - I ain't playin, hear what I'm sayin, homie I ain't playin [50 Cent] Keep thinkin I'm candy till ya fuckin skull get popped And ya brain jump out the top like Jack-in-da-box In the hood summer time is the killing season It's hot out this bitch that's a good 'nuff reason I've seen gangsta's get religious when they start bleedin Sayin "Lord, Jesus Help Me" cause they ass leakin When they window roll down and that A.K. come out You can squeeze ya lil handgun until you run out And you can run for ya back-up But them machine gun shells gone tear ya back up God's on ya side, shit I'm aight wit that We reload them clips and come right back It's a fact homie, you go against me ya fucked I get the drop, if you can duck, ya luckier then Lady Luck Look nigga, don't think you safe cause you moved out the hood Cuz ya momma still around dog, and daddy ain't good If you was smart you'd be shook of me Cuz I'd get tired of lookin for ya, spray ya momma crib, and let ya ass look for me (Chorus) [50 Cent] My heart bleeds for you nigga, I can't wait to get to you Behind that twinkle in ya eyes, I can see the bitch in you Nigga you know the streets talk So they'll be no white flags and no peace talks I got my back against the wind, I'm down to ride till the sun burn out If I die today, I'm happy how my life turned out See the shootouts that I've been in I'm by myself Locked up I was in a box by myself I done made myself a millionaire by myself Now, shit changed motherfucker I can hire some help I done heard about the 50 grand you put in the hood But ya shooter fin'nin to get get shot it won't do 'em no good With a pistol I define the definition of pain If you survive ya bones'll still fuckin hurt when it rain Oh you a pro at playin battleship well this ain't the same Lil homie this is a whole different type of war game See the losers and up in shackles of motherfuckin chains Or laid out in the streets leakin out they brains (Chorus) [50 Cent] After the fist fights it's gunfire boy you get the best of me (best of me) If you don't wanna get shot I suggest you don't go testin me (testin me) All the wrong I've done the Lord still keep on blessin me (blessin me) Fin'nin to run rap cuz Dr. Dre got the recipe (the recipe, recipe) Yeah, uh ha, aye Dre You got me feelin real bulletproof up in this motherfucker Cuz my windows on my motherfuckin Benz is bulletproof nigga Cuz my motherfuckin vest is bulletproof nigga Cuz my motherfuckin hat is bulletproof nigga But the Doc said if I get hit I might get a fuckin concussion Better that then a hole in the head right nigga, heh heh ha ha
Lil Ramsey - Tommy Wright III - Crime Click
- Durée: 4:22
- Notation: 4.33 (12 votes)
- Visites: 3173' favoriteCount='21
- Publié par: eazyduzit101
Thématique: click crime hardcore III lil magnolia memphis ramsey rap tape tommy underground wright
street smart records
Remake T.I. Feat. Alfamega &B.r - Hurt (Omegha remake)
- Durée: 1:49
- Notation: ( votes)
- Visites: 533' favoriteCount='3
- Publié par: omeghaber
Thématique: 2008 beat crunk danja dirty fl fruity hip-hop hurt loops makin r&b rap remake rnb runners south studio t.i timbaland
[LYRICS:] Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba You pussy niggas finna make me kill one a y'all [Hook] Ain't a damn thang change I still keep that thang right up under my shirt Betta tell 'em I ain't playin' because it's all fun and games until somebody get hurt Ain't a damn thang change I still keep thang right up under my shirt Run up on him where he hangin', BANG! cause it's all fun and games until somebody get hurt Boy you finna get hurt, murked, put him in the dirt boy you betta catch me first Boy you finna get hurt, murked, put him in the dirt boy you betta catch me first Boy you finna get hurt, murked, put him in the dirt boy you betta catch me first Boy you finna get hurt, murked, put him in the dirt boy you betta catch me first [T.I.] Alota pussy niggas talk like broads love runnin' they mouth But then turn and run in they house Put the gun in they mouth, tell a nigga talk shit now You think you think you know the go POW I ain't scared of the law naw I'm about to go to war what it is nigga win lose or draw I'll never get caught murkin' y'all cuz it ain't what you do It's what cha near and who saw Shawty I'm way too raw Catch me any day you want you could think I'm a play if you want But the fact still remain if I got a AK and you don't Well then playa you gone Don't get me wrong there's some niggas wanna kill me too (Well where they at?) But they ain't sayin' bout shit because they very well know where I'm at They could catch me in the booth right if it really like that Naw nigga that they hoe get him in the whole shit, the 44 spit they holla oh shit Protectin' her and you both hit You betta check ya girl or you be so sick If the choppa leave you with no dick Or a plastic bag holdin' yo' shit Leave 6 in you, a couple more in ya bitch And I don't miss 'cause I'm focused nigga [Hook] [Alfa Mega] I got you tip I'm finna ride homie Fuck niggas might talk loud act real, but they don't really want this here Pussy niggas betta act right, lay low we know where ya family live Trust me you don't want me up in ya crib with a ski mask on duck tapin ya kids You can pray all you want but I don't forgive Ya shoulda been doin' that before ya did whatcha did I ain't gotta spell it out pimp you know what it is I'll rest you case to ya real man you know what it is Plus I got a hundred goons with me, dressed in black Fifty at the front door, 50 at the back Half got K's, half got Macks Bring 'em out, bring em out, show me where he at We can do him right here, we could catch him in trap Run up on his 'lac put a hole in his hat With his brain on the dash, and his thoughts in his lap and dump 50 more on him and tell him to hold that Lights out, no hasta manana, hasta la vista, senora Y tu no tomorrow, no remorse and no sorrow And the next one a y'all niggas try me like that I swear to God man I'm really gon' snap [Hook] [Busta Rhymes] Right now I'ma give you somethin' that a make a nigga beg please When a bullet in his mind I could feel a little breeze Drop to ya knees, see the big barrel of the chrome fifth triple grip handle in the squeeze I keep a couple of those for the niggaz who talk shit when I go to Jacob and cop that ring If you try to see me I'ma cock that thang And I'ma lock that thang, and the shots gon' stain (really?) The nigga ride inside the truck with me (and) for the most part the nigga stuck with me And tell you somethin' if you really were smart and you knew better people probably tell ya don't fuck with me Front if want motherfucka you can catch it Smile on my face even though I got a ratchet Pop off (police) pull me over believe I got a compartment if I gotta stash it Must I just remind y'all niggaz when I come through Know that I'ma find y'all niggaz take two Bust so many shots gun powder probably blind y'all niggaz now (Ok, ok let's go) See you don't know really wanna feel that Mossberg blow (naw) Clap up a nigga then I cap up a nigga When I finish it'll turn into an absurd show (listen) Then you better observe yo Feel the sizzle from the bullet of the glock burn slow (ssss) Shit probably twist you up just a little and have your body leanin' lookin' like a quarter past four Stay down betta (lay down) Checkin' for a nigga, come and put your body in the dirt I don't play bitch you, really need to go the other way If you ain't know I got it under my shirt
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