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Rohff - PĂ©trole

  • Durée: 4:33
  • Notation: 4.88 (32 votes)
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  • Publié par: Komball54

Thématique: 94  de  des  feat  FiertĂ©  Français  Kayna  La  Marne  NĂ´tres  PĂ©trole  Rap  Rohff  Samet  Val  Vitry 

J'ai pollué la mer du rap, c'est la marée noir, j'ai englué vos mouettes et j'ai "uèt" des MC de Vitry au Koweit On est trop lié, rap de tôlier, la tu carbure au hydrocarbures, l'album un pétrolier. Qu'allimente les super-tankers, provoque le choc, suffoque, vla tous s'que supporte ton coeur. J'te fou le vertige, des gisements de rimes de prestige, explose les charts en ruines, vos carrieres en vestige. Avant j'pissais dans l'acensseur, fesais des choses incenssés, maintenant j'trouve ca sans service, vendu, comme du sang, c'est... C'est toute la ville qui deal et qui vole, qui est au bout du rouleau, Touche a la famille, c'est bénévole pour faire l'sale boulot. La, vous comprennez bien qu'vous rivalisez pas, c'est comme perdre quelqun, au début vous réalisez pas. J'ai jaillis d'en dessous comme le pétrole, j'triz-mé, moi j'ai pas attendu le rap pour plaire au tissmés. Y'a comme une odeur de souffre dans les parages, on a le son qui transpire faut qu'on défonce les barages. Nous on vient dl'a ou l'mal nous incarcere, chaque jour on se leve comme si y'avait tout a r'faire. J'ouvre ma gueule quand faut se taire, parmis les hallstars des halls austeres, pour pas m'rouiller, m'enrayer j'suis sorti du holster. J'suis en major, jfais c'que je veux, j'suis comme en indé, j'leve mon majeur, j'compte sur mon indexe, j'ai pas besoin d'aide. T'es dead si t'es peureux, j'vole la vedette d'ceux qu'on tout pour eux, meme quand tu vois m'marrer c'est douloureux. Dormir dehors, effleurer l'amour, froller la mort. J'viens défleurer les fleures des pétasses sur l'dancefloor. La faune et la flore sans clip, le quartier tellement chaud qu'tu bronze, J'suis dans la dream team sur le terrain on est plus que onze. Bosser dans la braque pour une retraitre en zonz, avec une plaque de fer, des vis plus une balle de 11 C'est le désastre, j'authentifie le hardcore, j'sui le contraste entre sfaire carresser et trouer le corp. Moi qui croyais qu'l'avenir c'était quelques parts gros, mon son s'en bat les reins comme un dealer d'héro. Y'a comme une odeur de souffre dans les parages, on a le son qui transpire faut qu'on défonce les barages. Nous on vient dl'a ou l'mal nous incarcere, chaque jour on se leve comme si y'avait tout a r'faire. Mec regarde d'ou on sort, ou vient des caves et des sous-sols, tu pourras toujours bloquer les portes, on jaillit comme le pétrole. On s'ra toujours en marge, un groupe de personnes en manque de sommeil ouai, en gérant la taule, j'veux du cash pour les miens en manque de soleil. Pieds et poings liés, on sort tu craque .. on finira bien par passer, de l'autre coté des barricades. Et mec s'qu'on veut c'est tout bruler, on va vider nos gerricans.. Dig it Rohff check le mic, dégomme comme un strike, tu te mange des baffes comme Tina Turner, appelle moi Hike. J'ai pas pris la grosse tete, c'est toi qui me calcule, t'aimerais qu'j'bascule mais meme somnambule, j'tiens l'équilibre comme un funambule. On ratrappe pas bipbip, n'est pas la haine coyote, J'suis en sous-marin j'torpille ton yacht ptite fiotte. J'décolle de cap canaveral, j'ai du mettre les voiles, j'ai perforé le ciel, soufflé ton étoile. C'est le retour du Jedi, j'suis le revers d'la médaille, j'ai le SEEM d'un né racaille, MC fait pas ton G.I. J'ai la rage de l'espace, respire fort comme Dark Vador, ho l'batard, j'ai balafré l'autre joue d'Albator.

Linkin Park feat. Jay-Z - Numb/Encore

  • Durée: 3:28
  • Notation: 5.00 (8 votes)
  • Visites: 2138' favoriteCount='13
  • Publié par: Assaohneherz

Thématique: collision  course  encore  jay-z  linkin  lp  numb  numb/encore  park 

The Song "Numb/Encore" from Linkin Park feat. Jay-Z Lyrics: Thank you, thank you, thank you, you're far too kind Now can I get an encore, do you want more Cookin raw with the Brooklyn boy So for one last time I need y'all to roar Now what the hell are you waitin for After me, there shall be no more So for one last time, nigga make some noise Get em Jay Who you know fresher than Hov'? Riddle me that The rest of y'all know where I'm lyrically at Can't none of y'all mirror me back Yeah hearin me rap is like hearin G. Rap in his prime I'm, young H.O., rap's Grateful Dead Back to take over the globe, now break bread I'm in, Boeing jets, Global Express Out the country but the blueberry still connect On the low but the yacht got a triple deck But when you Young, what the **** you expect? Yep, yep Grand openin, grand closin God your man Hov' cracked the can open again Who you gon' find doper than him with no pen just draw off inspiration Soon you gon' see you can't replace him with cheap imitations for DESE GENERATIONS Now can I get an encore, do you want more Cookin raw with the Brooklyn boy So for one last time I need y'all to roar Now what the hell are you waitin for After me, there shall be no more So for one last time, nigga make some noise What the hell are you waiting for [sighs] Look what you made me do, look what I made for you Knew if I paid my dues, how will they pay you When you first come in the game, they try to play you Then you drop a couple of hits, look how they wave to you From Marcy to Madison Square To the only thing that matters in just a matter of years (yea) As fate would have it, Jay's status appears to be at an all-time high, perfect time to say goodbye When I come back like Jordan, wearin the 4-5 It ain't to play games witchu It's to aim at you, probably maim you If I owe you I'm blowin you to smithereeens Cocksucker take one for your team And I need you to remember one thing (one thing) I came, I saw, I conquered From record sales, to sold out concerts So muh'fucker if you want this encore I need you to scream, 'til your lungs get sore I'm tired of being what you want me to be Feeling so faithless lost under the surface Don't know what you're expecting of me Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes (Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow) Every step that I take is another mistake to you (Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow) And every second I waste is more than I can take I've become so numb I can't feel you there I've become so tired so much more aware I'm becoming this all I want to do Is be more like me and be less like you I've become so numb Can I get an encore, do you want more (more...) I've become so numb So for one last time I need y'all to roar One last time I need y'all to roar

Pharrell Williams - Can I Have It Like That (feat.Gwen Stefani) [w/lyrics] {Official HQ Music Video}

  • Durée: 4:7
  • Notation: 5.00 (15 votes)
  • Visites: 7141' favoriteCount='46
  • Publié par: Whitekey15

Thématique: Akon  Allen  Anthony  Arenas  Bill  Bosh  Bryant  Carmelo  Carter  Chamberlain  Chamillionaire  Chris  Deron  Dogg  Dr.Dre  Dwyane  Eminem  Fabolous  Fort  Game  Garnett  Gilbert  Hip-Hop  Iverson  James  Jay-z  Jin  Kanye  Kevin  Kobe  Lebron  Lil  Marbury  Mcgrady  Ming  Minor  Nas  Ne-Yo  Paul  R&B  Rap  Ray  Russel  Snoop  Stephon  T.I.  The  Tracy  Vince  Wade  Wayne  West  Williams  Wilt  Yao 

Pharrell Williams, performing Can I Have It Like That, with Gwen Stefani. ______ Please, check my channel for more sick videos like this. ______ RATE AND COMMENT!!! ______ Lyrics: Ladies and Gentlemen Yes'ir Lets do it Yes'ir Hot...Yo [Verse 1] On and on and my nuts I'm palmin' Take two of these and call me in the mornin You should see the way the chain harness the charm and Fly I'm Like a Bird like Nelly Furtado Shit, pop your bottles, toast and scream cheers Get your two step cause this the record of the year Nigga that brought you Ice Creams, to for a pair Officially announcing this is Warfare cuz Back in the day, my clouds was Grey And it seem liked my angels couldn't blow them away But then I sold my first verse and copped that NSX But I was still ridin in them dead ass jets but now Man my vision so clear out the window of the Leer and I'm Talkin on my celly all the shit that you should hear Listen clearly now.... Hello? Can you hear me now? [Chorus] Can I have it like that? (You got it like that) Can I have it like that? (You got it like that) Can I have it like that? (You got it like that) Can I have it like that? (You got it like that) So drop your purse and grab your hips (Uh huh) And act like you tryin' to get this money right quick So Can I have it like that? (You got it like that) Can I have it like that? (You got it like that) [Verse 2] On and on and this be zone and I control their mind from straight over the phone Let 'em explore the words, something like a tourist And never get addicted unless that heady-wop is serious (Yes'ir)From Louisville to Jimmy Choos he's real She know the time, she see the Richard Meale Flat double skeletal, Turbion It just like her body move, it turns her on She like the my hands use her body for hand warmers And all the car doors go up like Transformers She I can do it this-a-way, I can do it that-a-way From the crib in Virginia to that new Miami getaway So(WOO!)cool it like New Edition unless you hot in December I get it ok, let it ball away But PLEASE run along, because LADIES is feelin' grown And I got something right for them right after this song My name is Skate...Board...P Ladies and Gentlemen.. [Chorus] Can I have it like that? (You got it like that) Can I have it like that? (You got it like that) Can I have it like that? (You got it like that) Can I have it like that? (You got it like that) So drop your purse and grab your hips (Uh huh) And act like you tryin to get this money right quick So Can I have it like that? (You got it like that) Can I have it like that? (You got it like that) [Verse 3] On and on and, the temperature is warm and I spit hear flashes, niggaz get nauseous Right as a bitch, so analyze precaution When the light hit the ice, bet 100 that you vomit And should I mention the fact my Transition is attract New accession to the vision just to get me where I'm at? Huh. Little Skateboard, (Come on)he too grown Ridin' up and down Collins in that that new Two Tone It's so cold, you don't wanna feel the chill of it(Uh) Just stand back and look at the grill of it(Uh) I don't smoke but I bet the ??? of it Totally intensifies the vivid ass appeal of it You can be jealous, and grit you teeth (Uh huh) But all these little niggaz got somethin in reach So...You want heat? These niggaz front heat While I'm on my boat party, tryin' to Sunseat My name is Skate...Board...P Ladies and Gentlemen [Chorus] Can I have it like that? (You got it like that) Can I have it like that? (You got it like that) Can I have it like that? (You got it like that) Can I have it like that? (You got it like that) So drop your purse and grab your hips (Uh huh) And act like you tryin to get this money right quick So Can I have it like that? (You got it like that) Can I have it like that? (You got it like that) Hot.. Hot.. Hot...

T-DOT EZ MILLIONS OUTKAST REMIX Ayeeerr (HD)

  • Durée: 2:50
  • Notation: 5.00 (2 votes)
  • Visites: 667' favoriteCount='2
  • Publié par: hustlasbackout

Thématique: BEDObeats  boat  EZMillions  freestyle  HD  hip-hop  Island  Long  NewYork  rap  T-DOT  unsigned 

EZ Millions & T-DOT freestyle over outkast instrumental. Quick little video just for the fun of taking the boat out.

Dj Swami - Challa

  • Durée: 5:1
  • Notation: 4.33 (9 votes)
  • Visites: 3822' favoriteCount='24
  • Publié par: nzwizard

Thématique: Airplane  Alternative  Auto  Bhangra  Boat  Hip-Hop  India  Moto  Motorcycle  Punjab  Rap  Rock  Techno  Traditional 

Dj Swami - Challa

Dj Khaled - Born N Raised instrumental Lyrics

  • Durée: 4:9
  • Notation: 5.00 (2 votes)
  • Visites: 642' favoriteCount='2
  • Publié par: djkhaledbeatslb

Thématique: beats  born  daddy  dj  hip-hop  instrumental  jeezy  kanye  khaled  lil  lyrics  pitbull  r&b  raised  rap  rick  ross  soul  t.i.  trick  wayne  west  young 

Download Rap Beats @ ( http://www.Lbeats.com ) dj khaled born n raised instrumental lyrics beats trick daddy rick ross pitbull lil wayne kanye west young jeezy t.i. hip-hop r&b rap soul (feat. Pitbull, Rick Ross and Trick Daddy) [Dj Khaled:] I Work My Whole Life For I Mean I Seen So Many Road Blocks So Many Devils In My Way But To Be Honest With You I See Nobody I Am The Best Lliiissstteennnn!!!!!!!!! [Chorus:] Born N Raised In The County Of Dade [Continues] [Dj Khaled:] Dj Khaled!! Trick Daddy!! Rick Ross!! Pitbull!! Da Runnas!! Lliisstteenn!!!!!!! Trick Daddy: A Nigga D-I-E I Be Fa Eva Thuggin Baby Da Same Nigga Dats Y Da Streets Still Luv Me Baby Bitch Im From Dade County See Ima 7 Treâ, Chevrolet, Impala, Dunk Rider I Blo Ya Doors Off U Race Yo Car Against My Car, Leave Yo Ass So Far Youâll Doz Off And When I Take Off Its Like I Took Off And When I Ride By Its Like I Fly By Its Like Slo Motion, All N 3 Deep Cuz Like Errwhur I Go Dey Be Like Ya-Yo!! I Fit Da Description, Black Tee N Dickies Big Glock Wit Me, Of Dade County Nigga! [Chorus:] Born N Raised In The County Of Dade [Continues] Pitbull: (Its Dat Lil Chico Pitbull, I Jus Like 2 Welcome Yall 2 Whur I Been Born, I Been Raised N Da County Of Dade Ya Know Got Dem Boyz Dat Pass By N Dem Old Skool Chevys Wit Da Top Down Bass Stay Bumpin, Make Trunk Rattle, Rear View Shake Den Dey Look At U Wit Dem Bold Smiles And Let U Know Wat It Is Right) I Been Born N Raised N Da County Dade, Da Land Of Da Haze, Da Cocaine Capital We Aint Jus Hittin U Buddy We Boyz Sappin Ya We Comin Hard Like Dem Cubans N Da 80âs Dawg Go Ahead Throw In Da Pot I Bet Its Raw (Pitbull Talkin Spanish Donât Get It) Evernything Dat I Do Do, Everything Dat I Say Say Everywhur Dat I Go I Let Em Know, Hey I From Da County Of Dade Old Skool Chevy Heaven, Old Skool Niggas Preachin Young Niggas Wildin, Getting Rich Off Keys And Violence Trick Heâs Da Mayor, Luke Heâs Da King, Im Mr. 305 Put Dat On A Triple Beam I Bet It Weigh Out More Den A Boat Load Of Keys Holla At Dem Haitians Let Em Know Dizz Licks Only Walk N Da Dade [Chorus:] Born N Raised In The County Of Dade [Continues] [Rick Ross:] (U See Em, U See Em, Ross, U See Em, U See Em Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay Trick, Pitbull, Dj Khaled, 305 M-I Yayo) I Got Road Dawgs Doin Dat 20 To Life U Try Me And Ima Get 20 2nite, U Think Ya Bitch Mad Boy I Got 20 Of Lights, Not Da Car But Dey Know I Be Pushin Da White Different Chevy N Surp, Digital Dash, No Bank Account My Money N Bags, Go Thru Da Physics, Cuz When I Whip It And I Luv To Whip It , Its Jus Anotha Digit, Dis My City, And My City Ya Gotta Tot Fire!, Ova Town Will Bust Ya Head, Cuz It Wont Slide Brown Sub Will Wet Cha Ass Like A Dunk Rider Ya Dead Wrong Fa Thinkin Dem Chicos Wont Ride Oval Lock Will Revolve Around Dat Big 4-5 Dem Lil Haitians Will Take Ya Ass For A Boat Ride N Carol City Niggas Quick To Blot A Plain Wit It Unpack Da Sack And Kill A Gang Wit It! [Chorus:] Born N Raised In The County Of Dade [Continues] [Dj Khaled:] Yea Its Dj Khaled Don Dotta Big Dawg, Pitbull, Terror Squadin Aka Da Beat Olâ Wa Cain!!!!!! R.I.P To My Dawg Uncle Al!!! I Rep My City Dade County

Linkin Park Feat Jay-Z - Numb/Encore

  • Durée: 5:8
  • Notation: 4.50 (14 votes)
  • Visites: 3609' favoriteCount='16
  • Publié par: LinkinParksFanClub

Thématique: and  encore  feat  hip  hop  jay  jay-z  jayz  linkin  linkinparksfanclub  numb  park  Rock  roll 

Linkin Park Feat Jay-Z - Numb/Encore Please subscribe for more music by Linkin Park, and dont forget to add us to myspace! Http://myspace.com/linkinparksfanclub And please no bad or explicit comments. Thank you! -LinkinParksFanClub Lyrics: Thank you, thank you, thank you, you're far too kind Now can I get an encore, do you want more Cookin raw with the Brooklyn boy So for one last time I need y'all to roar Now what the hell are you waitin for After me, there shall be no more So for one last time, nigga make some noise Get em Jay Who you know fresher than Hov'? Riddle me that The rest of y'all know where I'm lyrically at Can't none of y'all mirror me back Yeah hearin me rap is like hearin G. Rap in his prime I'm, young H.O., rap's Grateful Dead Back to take over the globe, now break bread I'm in, Boeing jets, Global Express Out the country but the blueberry still connect On the low but the yacht got a triple deck But when you Young, what the fuck you expect? Yep, yep Grand openin, grand closin God damn your man Hov' cracked the can open again Who you gon' find doper than him with no pen just draw off inspiration Soon you gon' see you can't replace him with cheap imitations for DESE GENERATIONS Now can I get an encore, do you want more Cookin raw with the Brooklyn boy So for one last time I need y'all to roar Now what the hell are you waitin for After me, there shall be no more So for one last time, nigga make some noise What the hell are you waiting for [sighs] Look what you made me do, look what I made for you Knew if I paid my dues, how will they pay you When you first come in the game, they try to play you Then you drop a couple of hits, look how they wave to you From Marcy to Madison Square To the only thing that matters in just a matter of years (yea) As fate would have it, Jay's status appears to be at an all-time high, perfect time to say goodbye When I come back like Jordan, wearin the 4-5 It ain't to play games witchu It's to aim at you, probably maim you If I owe you I'm blowin you to smithereeens Cocksucker take one for your team And I need you to remember one thing (one thing) I came, I saw, I conquered From record sales, to sold out concerts So muh'fucker if you want this encore I need you to scream, 'til your lungs get sore I'm tired of being what you want me to be Feeling so faithless lost under the surface Don't know what you're expecting of me Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes (Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow) Every step that I take is another mistake to you (Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow) And every second I waste is more than I can take I've become so numb I can't feel you there I've become so tired so much more aware I'm becoming this all I want to do Is be more like me and be less like you I've become so numb Can I get an encore, do you want more (more...) I've become so numb So for one last time I need y'all to roar One last time I need y'all to roar

"Modify The Pronounciation" The Devil Wears Prada@ BAMBOOZLE

  • Durée: 2:21
  • Notation: 5.00 (11 votes)
  • Visites: 7521' favoriteCount='21
  • Publié par: chi0d0s

Thématique: 08  bamboozle  breakdown  chiodos  cornerstorn  crunk  devil  dogg  fly  goes  hxc  moshpit  prada  punk  snoop  still  tdwp  The  wears 

Watch This in High Quality: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_NtAvhZblDIb&fmt=18 Full live The DEvil Wears Prada TDwp @Live @ Bamboozle 2008 Saturday May 3rd... 5/3/08 THEY WERE AMAZING. If you liked this then you really should check out the intro they played in my videos... PLease Check out my other vids COMMENT RATE SUBSCRIBE FAVORITE SHARE A Amazing Intro & Hey John Whats Your Name Performed by The Devil Wears Prada Live at The Bamboozle Festival Saturday May 3rd, 2008 5/3/08. I am more then happy with the finished recording of this video & most of my other recordings i took from today. NJ New jersey left I have many other bands from the festival check them out PLEASE CHECK OUT MY OTHER VIDEOS & Comment Rate Subscribe To Me & Ill Sub Back Favorite SHare Thanks -chi0d0s the devil wears prada tdwp still fly big tymers punk goes crunk setyoursightstonorth jeremy depoyster daniel williams mike hranica andy trick james baney chris rubey plagues dear love a beautiful discord And The Sentence Trails Off Dogs Can Grow Beards All Over Don't Dink And Drance Gauntlet Of Solitude Goats On A Boat Hey John, What's Your Name Again? Html Rulez D00d HTML Rulez D00d (demo) Modify The Prenounciation Nickels Is Money Too Number Three, Never Forget Reptar, King Of The Ozone Rosemary Had An Accident Salvation Spongebob Grindpants Still Fly (Big Tymers Cover) Swords, Dragons, & Diet Coke Swords, Dragons, And Diet Coke Texas Is South The Scorpion Deathlock This Song Is Called Who Speaks Spanish, Colon Quesadilla You Can't Spell Crap Without "C" the devil wears prada live intro bamboozle breakdown vocal cover guitar hey john whats your name chiodos alesena acoustic html rulez rules d00d swords dragons dogs can grow beards all over dont dink and drance goats on a boat modify the pronounciation nickels is money too number three never forget rosemary had an accident the scorpion deathlock spongebob grindpants texas is south you cant spell crap without the c The Devil Wears prada metalcore hardcore crunk cover still fly mosh plagues rap big tymers metal punk goes tdwp compilation now emo between the buroed and me btbam alaska guitar solo senses fail alex evans

50 cent - patiently Waiting Instrumental Ft. Eminem (lyrics)

  • Durée: 3:32
  • Notation: 4.54 (28 votes)
  • Visites: 16839' favoriteCount='29
  • Publié par: lb50centinstrumental

Thématique: 50  beat  buster  cent  eminem  game  hip-hop  instrumental  lil  lyrics  patiently  pop  r&b  rap  rhymes  soul  the  waiting  wayne 

Download rap beats @ ( http://www.Lbeats.com ) 50 cent patiently waiting instrumental beat lyrics eminem hip-hop pop r&b rap soul the game, buster rhymes, lil wayne Hey Em, you know you my favorite white boy, right? I.. I owe you for this one [Chorus: 50 Cent] I been patiently waiting for a track to explode on (Yeah!) You can stunt if you want and ya ass'll get rode on (It's Fifty!) If it feels like my flow has been hot for so long (Yeah!) If you thinking I'm a fuckin fall off ya so wrong (It's Fifty!) [50 Cent] I'm innocent in my head, like a baby born dead Destination heaven Sit in politic with passengers from nine eleven The Lord's blessins leave me lyrically inclined Shit I ain't even got to try to shine God's a seamstress to tailor fitted my pain I got scriptures in my brain I could spit at yo dame Straight out the good book, look, niggas is shook Fifty fear no man, Warrior, swings swords like Conan Picture me, pen in hand writin lines knowin the Source'll quote it When I die, they'll read this and say a genius wrote it I grew up without my pops, should that make me bitter? I caught cases I copped out, does that make me a quitter? In this white man's world, I'm similar to a squirrel Lookin for a slut wit a nice butt to get a nut If I get shot today my phone'll stop ringin again These industry niggas ain't friends, they know how to pretend [Chorus] - repeat 2X [Eminem] You've been patiently waitin to make it through all the hatin Debatin whether or not you can even weather the storm As you layin' on the table they operatin to save you It's like an angel came to you sent from the heavens above They think they crazy but they ain't crazy, let's face it Shit basically they just playin sick They ain't shit, they ain't sayin shit, spray em' fifty A to the K get in the way I'll bring Dre and them wit me And turn this day into fuckin mayhem, you stayin wit me? Don't let me lose you, I'm not tryin to confuse you When I let loose wit this Uzi and just shoot through your Isuzu You get the message? Am I gettin through to you? You know what's comin, you motherfuckers don't even know, do you? Take some Big and some Pac and you mix em' up in a pot Sprinkle a little BIG L on top, what the fuck do you got? You got the realest and illest killas tied up in a knot The juggernauts of this rap shit, like it or not It's like a fight to the top just to see who'd die for the spot You put ya life in this, nothin like survivin a shot Y'all know what time it is, soon as fifty signs on this dot Shit what you know about death threats, cause I get a lot Shady Records was eighty seconds away from the towers Some cowards fucked wit the wrong building, they meant to hit ours Better evacuate all children in nuclear showers There's nothin spookier Ya now about to witness the power of fuckin fifty [Chorus 1X] [50 Cent] It's a Gang Squad here, and the shots go off It's fifty, they say it's fifty See a nigga layed out wit his fuckin top blown off It's fifty, man that wasn't fifty Don't holla my name You shouldn't throw stones if you live in a glass house And if you got a glass jaw you should watch yo mouth Cause I'll break yo face Have yo ass runnin, mumblin to the Jake You goin gainst me dog, you makin a mistake, I'll split ya Leave ya lookin like the Michael Jackson jackets wit all them zippers I'm the boss on this boat, you can call me skipper The way I turn the money over, you should call me flipper Yo bitch a regular bitch, you callin her wifey I fucked and feed her fast food, you keeping her icey I'm down to sell records but not my soul Snoop said this in '94, We don't love them hoes" I got pennies for my thoughts now I'm rich See the twenties spinnin lookin mean on the six Niggas wearin flags cause the colors match they clothes They get caught in the wrong hood, they get filled up wit holes Mother Fucker

Numb/Encore-Linkin Park ft. Jay-Z

  • Durée: 3:24
  • Notation: 4.75 (8 votes)
  • Visites: 5231' favoriteCount='10
  • Publié par: 12winterlover21

Thématique: Rap  Rock 

Requested by personofearth. **I do not own the pictures!** Lyrics~ Thank you, thank you, thank you, you're far too kind Now can I get an encore, do you want more Cookin raw with the Brooklyn boy So for one last time I need y'all to roar Now what the hell are you waitin for After me, there shall be no more So for one last time, nigga make some noise Get em Jay Who you know fresher than Hov'? Riddle me that The rest of y'all know where I'm lyrically at Can't none of y'all mirror me back Yeah hearin me rap is like hearin G. Rap in his prime I'm, young H.O., rap's Grateful Dead Back to take over the globe, now break bread I'm in, Boeing jets, Global Express Out the country but the blueberry still connect On the low but the yacht got a triple deck But when you Young, what the fuck you expect? Yep, yep Grand openin, grand closin God your man Hov' cracked the can open again Who you gon' find doper than him with no pen just draw off inspiration Soon you gon' see you can't replace him with cheap imitations for DESE GENERATIONS Now can I get an encore, do you want more Cookin raw with the Brooklyn boy So for one last time I need y'all to roar Now what the hell are you waitin for After me, there shall be no more So for one last time, nigga make some noise What the hell are you waiting for [sighs] Look what you made me do, look what I made for you Knew if I paid my dues, how will they pay you When you first come in the game, they try to play you Then you drop a couple of hits, look how they wave to you From Marcy to Madison Square To the only thing that matters in just a matter of years (yea) As fate would have it, Jay's status appears to be at an all-time high, perfect time to say goodbye When I come back like Jordan, wearin the 4-5 It ain't to play games witchu It's to aim at you, probably maim you If I owe you I'm blowin you to smithereeens Cocksucker take one for your team And I need you to remember one thing (one thing) I came, I saw, I conquered From record sales, to sold out concerts So muh'fucker if you want this encore I need you to scream, 'til your lungs get sore I'm tired of being what you want me to be Feeling so faithless lost under the surface Don't know what you're expecting of me Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes (Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow) Every step that I take is another mistake to you (Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow) And every second I waste is more than I can take I've become so numb I can't feel you there I've become so tired so much more aware I'm becoming this all I want to do Is be more like me and be less like you I've become so numb Can I get an encore, do you want more (more...) I've become so numb So for one last time I need y'all to roar One last time I need y'all to roar ------------------------------------------ Remember to request a song to me sometime!

Ludacris - Go To sleep ho instrumental (lyrics)

  • Durée: 5:4
  • Notation: 5.00 (2 votes)
  • Visites: 401' favoriteCount='3
  • Publié par: ludacrisbeatslb

Thématique: beats  dtp  go  hip-hop  ho  instrumental  lil  ludacris  lyrics  r&b  rap  sleep  soul  to  wayne 

Download Rap Beats @ ( http://www.Lbeats.com ) ludacris go to sleep ho instrumental lyrics beats hip-hop r&b rap soul lil wayne dtp [Hook 3x] Go to sleep ho go to sleep ho If ya tired be quiet and go to sleep ho go to sleep ho go to sleep ho If ya tired be quiet and go to sleep ho [Ludacris] Maaan, I tell a hoe to go to sleep (go to sleep) They turn around and frown, gotta make 'em six feet deep 'Cause we knock 'em unconscious with that non-sense Read inbetween that fine print, think about lyrical con-tent Then about where your time spent Mess around get your guys hit; a ten HUUUT! I send Three-Six ol' sheeyit, nigga WHAAAT? If ya tired ya tired, if ya snooze ya lose But'chu you won't wrap up ya bandages, or hell you would [Infamous 2-0] Nigga I got shotty's and semi's - I love 'dro and Henne' ? All brown and skinny, but I've fucked up so many I got QP's and halves - if we beefin' I blast You sleepin' I laugh, ask 'Cris, I'm off the rip I had this hoe who talked too much; I had to off the bitch 2-0, Mr. Crayola; niggas know what I mean 'Cause I slang brown, white, yellow, purple and green And all you faggot-muthafuckas gotta know the routine [Hook 4x] [Crunchy Black] Bitch it's me again, kickin' in your fuckin' doors I look for div-idends - I ain't lookin' for you hoes You bitch can't com-prehend; let me put one in your boot Let me put one in your boat, so you ? can go to sleep So, lay down bitch; gimme all that you dreamed for Gimme fancy cars, gimme bling-bling-bling, boi It don't mean a thing, boi, for me that ain't gon' swing, boi Them god damn toys; do you know what I mean, boi? [DJ Paul] Now if you warrin' and runnin' from them Three-Six niggas This forty-five gon' give a reason to sleep, nigga Or bustin' massive 'round some S.K. My last trip to A-T-L I fucked yo' cascade I'm strippin' bitches and I'ma ball fucker with a limp They call me infer-stripper, sexy, red hoe's pimp And quick to sink her on the nigga 'cause this what it's 'bout We rob that trick and stick his dick off in his fuckin' mouth We Memphis niggas [Hook 4x] [Juicy J] North, north, south, south, Westwood, Orange Mouth Nigga we be smokin' life; never shut ya Charlie Brown Memphis niggas in this bitch; pockets full, ya know we bail Hooked up with my nigga 'Cris, then we head to A-T-L Playas wild, throwin' bows, tellin' chickens, "Fuck you hoe!" Nigga rollin' up the moe, as long that white shit up they nose Mayn this town is like my town, so we stayed and hung around Juicy J be high as fuck; catch me in the lost and found [Lil' Fate] Better use common sense checkin' me out for bitch I can stand for And up, get yaself in this clique Without my tongue licks, behind me gettin' handcuffed by a slut Look, I'm from Gittero what? Southside niggas throw it up when it's time to get buck Niggas in the back of the club postin' up Waitin' for a nigga that's new to make it up Ass in, ain't no askin'; it's no tolerance as long bitch check in She wit' me, comments will only get'chu basically eternally resting So abide by the call of the streets If ya got a bitch better keep her on a leash ? gonna creep in ya home while you gone Have you comin' back findin' nutt on yo' sheets

Till i Collapse **New Remix ( dj m1ndz )

  • Durée: 2:39
  • Notation: 5.00 (3 votes)
  • Visites: 102' favoriteCount='2
  • Publié par: M1ndz

Thématique: 2pac  aaliyah  B.I.G  biggie  boat  busta  collapse  combination  deadly  dj  dogg  eminem  jay  kim  lil  m1ndz  my  nate  nibiru  proof  rap  remix  rhymes  rock  runnin  smalls  the  till  timbaland  tribute  wayne  weezy  xxx  xzibit 

Till i Collapse ft Biggie Biggie Smalls 2pac Shakur Aaliyah Nate Dogg Eminem mixed by m1ndz big ft 2pac deadly combination big ft 2pac till i collapse nate dogg ft eminem aaliyah : rock the boat

Aaliyah-one in a million meez

  • Durée: 4:28
  • Notation: 3.80 (5 votes)
  • Visites: 2046' favoriteCount='4
  • Publié par: LIlBoy78

Thématique: Aaliyah-one  hip-hop  in  meez  million  pop  r&b  rap  timbaland 

Aaliyah one in a million meez rock the boat wasn't my last aaliyah vid(this might be)

BirdMan & Lil Wayne-You Aint know music video (lyrics)

  • Durée: 3:40
  • Notation: 4.85 (40 votes)
  • Visites: 24557' favoriteCount='110
  • Publié par: boogzjamz14

Thématique: aint  birdman  cashmoney  father  hip-hop  jeezy  know  like  lil  lyrics  music  pain  rap  rocko  son  video  wayne  you  young 

Download this song,instrumental,ringtone] ( http://www.ringemup.com ) Birdman and lil wayne you aint know music video with lyrics [Chorus 1 - Lil Wayne] I got a lot of loot and I ain't lookin' for a lady And you can never pay me I'm from Uptown baby I wake up in the mornin' take a piss and wash my hands Take a knee and thank the Man then get back to the money You ain't know I gotta go Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money You ain't know I gotta go Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money To the money [Verse 1 - Lil Wayne] Nigga I ain't got a money printer So for this paper chase I'm out runnin' sprinters Yes the last two Cash Money members Shout out to the new Cash Money members Baby and Slim still point guard and center So much money on my mind it's all I remember And I just bought a gun wit' a extender And that bitch hold me up like suspenders Cut like a blender sharper than a bitch They got so many pussy niggaz I can make a list Niggaz wonder why I stress that I am the best 'Cause even bobble heads tell me yes.. haha Put it on the hood I'm Hollygrove to death I'm already good I'm workin' on my left A jungle on my wrist a circus on my neck Don't forget the Baby no don't forget the F [Chorus 2 - Lil Wayne - 2X] You ain't know I gotta go Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money You ain't know I gotta go Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money To the money [Verse 2 - Birdman] Brush the platinum grab the straps homie make it happen Comin' through my neighborhood wit' 4's on the Caddy Limo tints out the pound and Uptown crackin' Red bandanna duckin' feds and the money stackin' Rest in peace to Miss Gladys like e'eryday We on the grind for the shine and we gon' get paid Spent a mill' on the wheels custom wit' the navi' 2 of the same whips we doin' it big livin' lavish [Lil Wayne] This is a Scott Storch and I'm a hot torch And gettin' money is my sport And understand the rap game is my court So I shall walk and come forth like a Rockport Or some sort of... matchin' slippers or yacht shoes See I don't cruise control I control the cruise Yes... I gets throat on a boat And I vow to never fall like soap on a rope and [Chorus 1 - Lil Wayne] I got a lot of loot and I ain't lookin' for a lady And you can never pay me I'm from Uptown baby I wake up in the mornin' take a piss and wash my hands Take a knee and thank the Man then get back to the money You ain't know I gotta go Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money You ain't know I gotta go Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money To the money [Verse 3 - Birdman] Fresh wit' the hustle so we bounce back on them suckers Blowin' big doin' gigs got it ran in hundreds They reppin' layin' here we stuntin' On the grind all the time homie gettin' money 3rd Ward soldier 13th gangsta 17th hustler known top ranker Money go getter them clowns can't figure Poppin' at the mouth like this cutter won't split 'em Know how to survive hustlin' stayin' fly My whole hood cried when my lil' brother died Know I had to ride never let it slide It's just the G in me and I'ma get it til I die daddy [Chorus 2 - Lil Wayne - 2X] You ain't know I gotta go Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money You ain't know I gotta go Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money To the money [music to fade]

RED RED WINE - (LIVE)

  • Durée: 5:24
  • Notation: 4.88 (1051 votes)
  • Visites: 449595' favoriteCount='2173
  • Publié par: dvice003

Thématique: Live  Red  Reggae  UB40  Wine 

===== DEDICATED TO THE FOLLOWIN PPL ===== Sammmy21, TamaSaute, Phat006, hAmOnZ, Polaxia, Mackem33 & Shawn44!!! CHEERS for Viewn, R8n or Commenting... ========== ***LYRICS*** ========== (Intro) Red Red wine It goes to my head Makes me forget that I, Still need her so (Verse 1 ) Red Red wine It`s up to you All I can do, I`ve done Memories wont go Memories wont go (Verse 2) I have sworn That with time Thoughts of you Would leave my head I was wrong Now I find Just one thing makes me forget (Chorus) Red Red Wine Stay close to me Don`t let me be alone It`s tearin` apart My blue, blue heart [Repeat Verse 2] (Rap 1) Red Red Wine, you make me feel so fine You keep me rocking all of the time Red Red Wine, you make me feel so grand Feel a million $$$ when your just in my hand Red Red Wine, you make me feel so sad Any time I see you go it makes me feel bad Red Red Wine, you make me feel so fine Monkey pack him rizla, pon the sweet dep line Red Red Wine, you give me whole heap of zing Whole heap of zing mek me do my own thing Red Red Wine, you really know how fi love Your kind of loving like a blessin' from above Red Red Wine, I love you right from the start Right from the start with all of my heart Red Red Wine in a 1980`s style Red Red Wine in a modern beat style, Yeah! (Rap 2) Give me little time, help me clear up me mind Give me little time, help me clear up me mind Give me Red Wine because it make me feel fine Mek me feel fine all of the time Red Red Wine, you make me feel so fine Monkey pack him rizla on the sweet dep line The line broke, The monkey get choke Burn bad rizla pon him little rowing boat Red Red Wine, I`m gonna hold on to you Hold on to you cause I know you love true Red Red Wine, I`m gonna love you till I die Love you till I die and that`s no lie Red Red Wine, can`t get you out my mind Where ever you may be, I`ll surely find I`ll surely find, Make no fuss jus` stick with us [Chorus flows as Rap 2 Repeats]

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

  • Durée: 3:51
  • Notation: 4.84 (364 votes)
  • Visites: 266493' favoriteCount='1026
  • 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

Ismail YK - Bas Gaza [Orjinal 2008klip]

  • Durée: 4:18
  • Notation: 4.00 (4 votes)
  • Visites: 5159' favoriteCount='1
  • Publié par: yoldascebo

Thématique: Airplane  Animation  Auto  Blooper  Boat  Improv  Motor  Motorcycle  Parody  Pranks  Series  Sport  Train 

Airplane, Auto, Boat, Motorcycle, Motor Sport, Train, Animation, Blooper, Improv, Parody, Pranks, Series, Short Film, Sketch, Spoof, Stand-up, Video Blog, Athletics, Business, Communications, Computer Science, Economics, Engineering, Health, Humanities, Language, Math, Media, Medicine, Performing Arts, Physical Science, Social Science, Visual Arts, Advertising, Commercials, Entertainment News, Performing Arts, Short Film, Trailer, TV, Video Game, Web Series, Animation, Anime, Art, Documentary, Experimental, Filmmaker Reel, Interview, Manga, Short Film, Trailer, Tutorial, Federal Government, Grassroots Outreach, Local Government, Nonprofit, Public Service Announcements, Regional Government, State Government, Arts & Crafts, Beauty, Dance, Drink, Finance, Fitness, Fashion, Food, Gardening, Health, Home, Music, Sports, Technology, Alternative, Blues, Classical, Country, Electronic, Folk, Hip-Hop, Indie, Jazz, Pop, R&B, Rap, Religious, Rock, Soul, Unsigned, World Music

Wu-Tang Clan-Visionz

  • Durée: 3:10
  • Notation: 4.98 (65 votes)
  • Visites: 38577' favoriteCount='179
  • Publié par: UTWuTangClan

Thématique: 1998  man  method  rap  raw  real  tang  visionz  wu 

Wu-Tang Clan "Visionz" 1998 Wu-Tang Forever [Lyrics] [Method Man] Apocalypse Now Mind over matter next batter be Tical Put it on a platter how much uncut raw shit we dealin wit, murder track what Slang killin it, touched You feelin it, in your bloodstream deadly venemous elixir Hammer like Sledge that be Sister All and together now, follow me, the Mista Meth Candyman, farewell to the flesh Death come, in the scripture, two-thousand one Bring the rap arma-gedde-on, let it be known When you walk up in this Dead Zone wit all that wack shit, now you know you dead wrong, one thousand lashes [Raekwon the Chef] Detonate that, pussy Massengil rap cleanse that The kids rank, snatch collars off, while ridin off Float boat big boys, Oakland A's stashed away blades Ventilation let the sharks, ani-maze Somethin sheist like, seven butcher knives, rollin Rover style twice, finger itchy like lice hair fell out somethin to conquer, stomp ya like that cat Blanca Toy Tonka truck ten carat on ya monsta Ring Rocky like fuck switch sides like water rides The DAT bubble life preserve the other guys Now FUCK Y'ALL act wilda The style wilda than a praying mantis Chillin like [*long inhale*] [Masta Killa] As my brothers and I reign rebellious, changin the courses of time, devils no longer exist as God Cypher Divine, all minds one no question Now check it... Perhaps we can go through Lessons Or might SHOT me a pussy protestin Comin with that lip professin, you must take Allah for fool, where's his Jewel Was he usin Mathematics as a tool? Tell me, the struggle is God and I came to build Shit is so real, inside you distilled Back in the form of mist You wishin you did the Knowledge before speakin Seekin, where you went wrong And why would I bring you such physical harm? [Inspectah Deck] Yo, mind arson, my squadren, surround the Sound-Garden Guns for hire plus you under fire and a target Sniper in the cypher, I, Pied Piper Move the housing by the thousand, I watched out the Chrysler Bombs strike ya like the mighty Thor, blast the door Recite a page like a tidal wave, past the shore Two pulls, I'm wild like mechanical bulls Pack a full house, it's girls night out, pull a hairful Heavenly laced, stimulation make you feel slow paced I motivate and await my sober state [Ghostface Killah] Magnificent, heavenly the God stay bent Five Percent Range whippin soul controller of the lynch Mackin phone rings, Stephen King trauma down at Danzine My mood swings, suplexed off the rope, magazine Coconut jewels, wore no color shoe, knife annual Moses lost his sandal, hidin the manual Blow the vandal buggin off of Bon Jovi hits Grammer lo-ve, famous murder weapon was a trophy Seize posin in Oshkosh, guzzle cries Sabotage massage rap bandit at large Wolverine Carnation Milk, Wu denim jeans Thurston Howell the Third kid's back on the scene Call it chopped meat, cause every word is choppy My logic crunch all crows to death, Kobiyashi couldn't stop me Gettin caught up in my world, Haagen-Daaz world Backflip and then twirl, cave your whole world in [*gun blast*]

AZ- Sugar Hill

  • Durée: 4:6
  • Notation: 4.92 (75 votes)
  • Visites: 34955' favoriteCount='336
  • Publié par: ccspence8

Thématique: 1995  AZ  Die  Doe  explicit  Firm  Hill  hip-hop  Jones  Miss  or  rap  Sugar  The  uncensored  unedited 

Sugar Hill Doe or Die this classic album went Gold in 1995 LYRICS: Chorus (Miss Jones): i wanna chill (Chill) on Sugar Hill (its so lovely, so lovely) AZ's for real (oh he's for real) he's for real (its so lovely sippin on bubbly) (AZ) At times i wanna watch out the Mariot, zoning on owning co-ops, foreign drop top coups, and yachts guzzling straight shots a scotch, formulating up plots ta escape from Salems lot 'cause its scorching hot, making it hard trying ta figure who's out ta trap me, Pataki, got all kinds of undercovers coming at me, perhaps he, won't be happy, til they snatch me, and place me where half us blacks be, sitting in Catsaki, but never me, see, my destiny ta be forever free, in ecstacy, on a hill that awaits for me, so plus, just ta visualize is like a coke rush, vivid enough ta make living this a must, plus this is real CHORUS (sugar hill baby, sugar hill baby) (ayo son pull the shades down and lets count this money put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the washingtons go to wify, ya know how we do) No more cutting grams, and wrapping grands up in rubberbands, i'm a recovered man, our plans ta discover other lands, suburban places got me seeking for oasis, cristal by the cases, ladies of all races with dime faces, sex on the white sand beaches of Saint Thomas, though this ain't promised, I'm as determined as them old timers, I wanna villa in a Costa Rica, so i can smoke my reefer and enjoy how life supposed ta treat ya, laid in the shades of the everglades, finally forever paid, wearing the finest fabrics tailors ever made, me and my team, carrabeans forseen, i guess being down for so long i'm all in store ta see my dreams Chorus So until I see past the green pasture, me being supreme master, ain't much more life ta feind after, but another chapter, a new way of life to adap ta, 'cause these streets a gas ya,and have ya caught up in the rapture de ja vouz, i could vision my killa crew, more hospitable, consciously aware plus political, 'cause though they claim that every man created equal whats his native people, find it harder for nights to sleep through, but once established we living lavish, like the house of versi, paris, i gotta have it, it so plus, just ta visualize is like a coke rush, vivid enough, ta make living this a must, plu this is real Chorus 3x Its so crazy im down wit AZ, its so lovely sippin on bubbly its so crazy jones and AZ, its so lovely sippin on bubbly I wanna chill on sugar hill baby I wanna chill on sugar hill baby I wanna chill, I wanna chill, I wanna chill on sugar hill baby Sugar Hill

HIUK PERDIDOS (KON SUSSO)

  • Durée: 4:31
  • Notation: 5.00 (1 votes)
  • Visites: 304' favoriteCount='1
  • Publié par: hiuk1982

Thématique: Airplane  Animation  Auto  Blooper  Boat  Improv  Motor  Motorcycle  Parody  Pranks  Series  Sport  Train 

MAKETA 2008 KOLAVOSBASE INSTRUMENTAL HIP HOP RAP SPECIAL AK47 WHITE WHIDOW BUBBLE HAZE CRUZADA POR MY ECTAlternativa, Blues, Clásica, País, Electrónica, Folk, Hip-Hop, Independiente, Jazz, Pop, R&B, Rap, Religioso, Rock, Soul, Sin sello discográfico, Música del mundo, Comentario y análisis, Documental, ¡Te pillé!, Activismo de base, Noticias, Propaganda política, Consejo, Comunidad, Citas, Temas personales, Aleatorio, Blog sobre vídeos, Sabiduría, Acuático, Pájaro, Gato, Perro, Hámster, Insecto, Conejo, Reptil, Fauna y flora, Aviación y espacio, Equipo informático, Bricolaje, Electrónica, Medio ambiente, Gadget, Mecánica, Medicina, Videojuego, Acción, Fútbol americano, Béisbol, Baloncesto, Deportes de combate, Extremo, Golf, Hockey, Artes marciales, Automovilismo, Fútbol, Conversación sobre deportes, Tenis, Atletismo, Deporte acuático, Deportes de invierno, Aventura, Paisaje urbano, Crucero, Cultura, Destino, Eventos, Monumento histórico, Museo, Naturaleza, Registro sobre viajes,Penguins

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