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YES

make me smileeeee with my heaaaart

ffffffire

Why did you disrespect me with your username :(

this sounds so bad sped up

1:22 watch this at 1.25 speed and then u got Fortnite meme music

Just watch this at 1.25 speed

Underrated asl

True man

drive fast

fast jamz going through your channel i see you a fellow kanye fan respect

The drop goes mid where is the poopity scoop

kills the point of the song

just be putting anything as the cover art

bro this one of my favorites on the album the beat is so good

PERFECT💅

The song: 🔥 Common: 🔥 Ye prod: 🔥 🐻 The picture: 😐

Keep em coming 🖤👌🏾‼️

0:19 this.

Even at your lowest you can still make it through the wire

He made Never see me again He made Never see me again He made Never see me again He made Never see me again He made Never see me again He made Never see me again He made Never see me again He made Never see me again He made Never see me again He made Never see me again

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IS NOT GOOD 🗣️🗣️🗣️

Please dont make this into a tiktok song

Everything will fall down to a wire but you can make it through the wire

THROUGH THE FIRE THROUGH WHATEVER COMES WHAT MAY

Play at 2x speed

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We in the streets, playa, get your mail It's only two places you end up, either dead or in jail Still nowhere to go (nowhere to go) Still nowhere to go (nowhere to go) Now throw your hands up Hustlers, busters, boosters, hoes Everybody, fuck that Still nowhere to go (nowhere to go) Still nowhere to go (nowhere to go) Two words, United States, no love, no breaks Low brow, high stakes, crack smoke, Black folks Big Macs, fat folks, ecstasy capsules Presidential scandals, everybody move Two words, Mos Def, K West, hot shit Calm down, get back, ghetto people got this Game 'pon lock shit, gun 'pon cock shit We won't stop shit, everybody move Two words, BK, NY, Bed-Stuy Two harsh, too hungry, too many, that's why These streets know game, can't ball, don't play Heavy traffic, one lane, everybody move Two words, Mos Def, Black Jack, hot shit Calm down, get back, ghetto people got this Game 'pon lock shit, gun 'pon cock shit We won't stop, everybody move Now throw your hands up (throw your hands up high) Hustlers, busters, boosters, hoes Everybody, fuck that Still nowhere to go (nowhere to go) Still nowhere to go (nowhere to go) And keep your hands up ('til they reach the sky) Hustlers, busters, boosters, hoes Everybody, fuck that Still nowhere to go (nowhere to go) Still nowhere to go (nowhere to go) Ayo, two words, Chi-Town, Southside, worldwide 'Cause I rep that 'til I fuckin' die One neck, two chains, one waist, two gats One wall, twenty plaques, dues paid, gimme that I am limelight, Blueprint, five Mics Go-Getters rhyme like, should've been signed twice Most imitated, GRAMMY nominated Hotel accommodated, cheerleader, prom-dated Barbershop player-hated, mom and pop bootlegged it Felt like it rained 'til the roof caved in Two words, Chi-Town, raised me, crazy So I live by two words, "Fuck you, pay me" Screaming, "Jesus, save me" You know how the game be, I can't let 'em change me 'Cause on Judgment Day, you gon' blame me Look, God, it's the same me And I basically know now, we get racially profiled (throw your hands up high) Cuffed up and hosed down, pimped up and ho'd down Plus, I got a whole city to hold down From the bottom, so the top's the only place to go now Now throw your hands up (throw your hands up high) Hustlers, busters, boosters, hoes Everybody, fuck that Still nowhere to go (nowhere to go) Still nowhere to go (nowhere to go) Two words, Freeway, two letters, A-R Turn y'all rap niggas into two words, fast runners Like Jackie Joyner, you better sleep with your burner The heat skeet, blow a reef through your car, my God Two words, no guns, break arms Break necks, break backs, Steven Seagal Free, young boss, freshman of the Roc With the beef in the pot, Jay sent for his dogs to brawl Forget your squad, better fend for yourself Have you screamin' out four words, "Send for the law, " uh Two words, Freeway, slightly retarded Fuck around, throw a clip in your artist, leave with his broad Red, white blue, black (throw your hands up) Calm down, move back (throw your hands up) Motherfuckers askin', "Who is that?" (Throw your hands up) You know it's the almighty Black Jack (throw your hands up) Mos Def, K West (throw your hands up) Ghetto people, get this shit off your chest (throw your hands up) North to the south, to the east, to the west (throw your hands up) Black Jack Johnson, it's no contest (throw your hands up) And show it to 'em like

And I am (Here's to the Roc) And they ask me, they ask me, they ask me, I tell them (Here's to Roc-A-Fella) Raise your glasses, your glasses, your glasses to the sky and (Here's to the Roc) This is the last call for alcohol, for the (Mr. Rockefeller) So get your ass up off the wall The all around the world Digital Underground Pac The Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer of the Roc I take my chain, my 15 seconds of fame And come back next year with the whole fucking game Ain't nobody expect Kanye to end up on top They expected that College Dropout to drop and then flop Then maybe he stop savin' all the good beats for himself Roc-A-Fella's only niggas that helped My money was thinner than Sean Paul's goatee hair Now Jean Paul Gaultier cologne fill the air, here They say he bougie, he big-headed Would you please stop talking about how my dick head is Flow infectious, give me 10 seconds I'll have a buzz bigger than insects in Texas It's funny how wasn't nobody interested 'Til the night I almost killed myself in Lexus Now I am (Here's to the Roc) And they ask me, they ask me, they ask me, I tell them (Here's to Roc-A-Fella) Raise your glasses, your glasses, your glasses to the sky and (Here's to the Roc) This is the last call for alcohol, for the (Mr. Rockefeller) So get your ass up off the wall Now was Kanye the most overlooked? Yes sir Now is Kanye the most overbooked? Yes sir Though the fans want the feeling of A Tribe Called Quest But all they got left is this guy called West That'll take Freeway, throw him on tracks with Mos Def When you call him Kwa-li or Kwe-li, I put him on songs with Jay-Z I'm the Gap like Banana Republic and Old Navy, and ooh It come out sweeter than old Sadie Nice as Bun-B when I met him at the Source awards Girl he had with him, ass coulda won the horse awards And I was almost famous, now everybody love Kanye I'm almost Raymond Some say he arrogant. Can y'all blame him? It was straight embarrassing how y'all played him Last year shoppin' my demo, I was tryna shine Every motherfucker told me that I couldn't rhyme Now I could let these dream killers kill my self-esteem Or use my arrogance as the steam to power my dreams I use it as my gas, so they say that I'm gassed But without it I'd be last, so I ought to laugh So I don't listen to the suits behind the desk no more You niggas wear suits 'cause you can't dress no more You can't say shit to Kanye West no more I rocked 20, 000 people, I was just on tour, nigga I'm Kan, the Louis Vuitton Don Bought my mom a purse, now she Louis Vuitton Mom I ain't play the hand I was dealt, I changed my cards I prayed to the skies and I changed my stars I went to the malls and I balled too hard "Oh my God, is that a black card?" I turned around and replied, "Why yes But I prefer the term African American Express" Brains, power, and muscle, like Dame, Puffy, and Russell Your boy back on his hustle, you know what I've been up to Killin' y'all niggas on that lyrical shit Mayonnaise-colored Benz, I push Miracle Whips And I am (Here's to the Roc) And they ask me, they ask me, they ask me, I tell them (Here's to Roc-A-Fella) Raise your glasses, your glasses, your glasses to the sky and (Here's to the Roc) This is the last call for alcohol for my niggas (Mr. Rockefeller) So get your ass up off the wall

The best song in all of history ❤ needs to be on Spotify now x

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anyone else notice how the start is the jesus walks outro and it fades into never let me down

WHATS UR ADDICTION 🗣️🗣️‼️

3:33

3:23

Amazing song if real

God 1:32

THANKS BRO❤️

jay laugh goofy as hell

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Kanye West - Heard 'Em Say ( Feat. Adam Levine)

heeeeere's to the roc

Amazing song

wtaf is that pic that’s crazy 😭 fire song tho

Bro this is not sync with the piano

addiction is really underrated

My flow is in the pocket like wallets, I got the bounce like hydraulics I can't call it, I got the swerve like alcoholics My freshman year I was going through hella problems 'Til I built up the nerve to drop my ass up out of college My teacher said I was a loser, I told her, "Why don't you kill me?" I give a fuck if you fail me, I'm gonna follow My heart, and if you follow the charts, to the plaques or the stacks You ain't gotta guess who's back, you see I'm so Chi that you thought I was bashful But this bastard's flow will bash your skull And I will, cut your girl like Pastor Tro' And I don't, usually smoke but pass the 'dro And I won't, give you that money that you asking for Why you think, me and Dame cool? We assholes That's why we hear your music and fast forward 'Cause we don't wanna hear that weak shit no more

great shit