(Verse 1) Tryna rise above, tryna shine my light But they say I'm just a hustler, living in the night Selling weed, tryna make a name But they say I'm just a number, just a shame (Chorus) Dancing with the devil, tryna make a deal Got my eyes on the top, but it's hard to feel Like I'm doing right, when they say I'm wrong Tryna make a living, but it's taking too long (Verse 2) Tryna break the cycle, tryna make a change But they say I'm stuck in the game, that I'll never range Lost the love, lost the trust, lost the way Tryna find my footing, but it's fading away (Chorus) Dancing with the devil, tryna make a deal Got my eyes on the top, but it's hard to feel Like I'm doing right, when they say I'm wrong Tryna make a living, but it's taking too long (Bridge) I see the darkness, I see the pain Tryna keep my head up, tryna rise above the shame I won't stop until I'm done, until I'm free From the chains that bind, from the misery (Outro) Dancing with the devil, it's a constant fight Tryna make a way, tryna make it right I won't stop until I'm done, until I'm free From the doubt, from the pain, from the misery.
I’m dancing with the devil, I ain’t know where to go, Caught a case for the block, had to give him my soul. Dancing with the devil, traded life for the code, Now the homies in the dirt, and my heart turned cold. I’m dancing with the devil, yeah, he tighten his grip, Said my loyalty’s forever, so I couldn’t forget. Dancing with the devil, man, the flames getting close, In this game you either win or you die as a ghost. Verse He was just a little homie, barely twelve, tryna bang, Saw the hood as a family, never questioned the pain. Big homies gave him work, he just wanted to belong, But the streets never tell you that you’ll die before long. Told him, “Earn your stripes, gotta show us you down,” Put a pistol in his hand, said, “Go handle it now.” First lick went smooth, now he part of the clique, But the devil came collectin’, whispered, “This ain’t it.” Dancing with the devil, got him caught in the mix, Robbin’ rivals for the turf, takin’ risks for a fix. He was dreamin’ of respect, now the price on his head, Got the whole city talkin’, they all want him dead. Blue rag in his pocket, had him beefin’ with God, Didn’t pray before he slept, just reloaded the Glock. Now he’s sittin’ in the dark, feel the devil in his chest, But he sold what was left, now he dance with no rest. (Hook): I’m dancing with the devil, I ain’t know where to go, Caught a case for the block, had to give him my soul.
Escucha con atención, ¿qué es esto? ¿Es un corazón roto? ¿Es realmente lo que se siente? ¿Cómo suena? Lo que es verdaderamente en la esencia Dientes afilados en el pecho. Cáncer todo en el seno De los golpeados y magullados Sintiéndome como un peón a la codicia de estos tontos Pero nunca he sido una pieza del mal En el útero de estos niggas falsos Con las máscaras puestas, presume Te diré, si tengo una carga, te juro que reanudo en mi conquista Por la llave del cofre donde dormía mi mente Y el amor en mi corazón es un cáncer Y lo esparcí por la pared como respuesta A los gritos de los muertos y los vencidos Los deprimidos y los perdidos y los condenados, es Preservación de la paz, un mundo ideal Nunca solo cuando fluyes por mi mente, niña Me disculpo, porque no pude ver el dolor en tus malditos ojos. Porque un negro te hizo irte con el corazón entre diferentes dolores No podía verte cuando no estabas llorando
All the pain I went through, left hand got the bottle right hand got the pencil tryna write to this you don’t gotta feel me nigga the bitches feelin all up on me , remember them days back in school I was trappin the condoms now I’m chasin the commas My big brother growin through in Mexico fryin his brain up wit that nos this reality of life sorry momma but he’s a dead man walkin this song fo dawgs 1:47
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(Verse 1)
Tryna rise above, tryna shine my light
But they say I'm just a hustler, living in the night
Selling weed, tryna make a name
But they say I'm just a number, just a shame
(Chorus)
Dancing with the devil, tryna make a deal
Got my eyes on the top, but it's hard to feel
Like I'm doing right, when they say I'm wrong
Tryna make a living, but it's taking too long
(Verse 2)
Tryna break the cycle, tryna make a change
But they say I'm stuck in the game, that I'll never range
Lost the love, lost the trust, lost the way
Tryna find my footing, but it's fading away
(Chorus)
Dancing with the devil, tryna make a deal
Got my eyes on the top, but it's hard to feel
Like I'm doing right, when they say I'm wrong
Tryna make a living, but it's taking too long
(Bridge)
I see the darkness, I see the pain
Tryna keep my head up, tryna rise above the shame
I won't stop until I'm done, until I'm free
From the chains that bind, from the misery
(Outro)
Dancing with the devil, it's a constant fight
Tryna make a way, tryna make it right
I won't stop until I'm done, until I'm free
From the doubt, from the pain, from the misery.
🔥🔥🔥 man that shit was hard.
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I’m dancing with the devil, I ain’t know where to go,
Caught a case for the block, had to give him my soul.
Dancing with the devil, traded life for the code,
Now the homies in the dirt, and my heart turned cold.
I’m dancing with the devil, yeah, he tighten his grip,
Said my loyalty’s forever, so I couldn’t forget.
Dancing with the devil, man, the flames getting close,
In this game you either win or you die as a ghost.
Verse
He was just a little homie, barely twelve, tryna bang,
Saw the hood as a family, never questioned the pain.
Big homies gave him work, he just wanted to belong,
But the streets never tell you that you’ll die before long.
Told him, “Earn your stripes, gotta show us you down,”
Put a pistol in his hand, said, “Go handle it now.”
First lick went smooth, now he part of the clique,
But the devil came collectin’, whispered, “This ain’t it.”
Dancing with the devil, got him caught in the mix,
Robbin’ rivals for the turf, takin’ risks for a fix.
He was dreamin’ of respect, now the price on his head,
Got the whole city talkin’, they all want him dead.
Blue rag in his pocket, had him beefin’ with God,
Didn’t pray before he slept, just reloaded the Glock.
Now he’s sittin’ in the dark, feel the devil in his chest,
But he sold what was left, now he dance with no rest.
(Hook):
I’m dancing with the devil, I ain’t know where to go,
Caught a case for the block, had to give him my soul.
certified hood classic
Cuh taking it bacc to classical music 🎶 🎵 I love it 😌🔥🔥🔥
Fake hood
@@insan8144Fake hood? Wym?
Was waiting for someone to do this one ‼️🔥
949_creeper did
Underground star boy
Dance with devil immortal technique
WeroG on the wayyy
Shi go hard 🔥 🔥 wrote sum fire ass bars one day ima be known 💯💯
yurrr wack
@@ElroyMarkdon’t hate the hustle for rapper don’t be mad cuz you can’t hoe
See you there pimp
Def gon be usin this
That's immortal teq beat from an old sample
yessir
Yeah it’s in the title bro
The lyrics by Immortal Teq are dark af on the original beat
Thanks Sherlock
🔥🔥too fire
АНДЕГРАУНД СТАР БОЙ В МАШИНЕ НАДО МНОЙ ЛЮК
fye ass sample
Bet got something already dropping on the 30th
1190 Gang
finna drop something good in this one🙏
my boy
Yo can I use this beat?
0:20 start rap
⛽️🔥
Sheesh🎉
🔥🔥🔥
🤔🤔🤔 Siempre me he preguntado,cual es la versión original de este tema???????????
immortal technique
@@SebSosa 🤔🤔🤔Recuerdo vagamente oír este tema en un Ending de una novela pero en versión piano
Escucha con atención, ¿qué es esto?
¿Es un corazón roto?
¿Es realmente lo que se siente?
¿Cómo suena?
Lo que es verdaderamente en la esencia
Dientes afilados en el pecho.
Cáncer todo en el seno
De los golpeados y magullados
Sintiéndome como un peón a la codicia de estos tontos
Pero nunca he sido una pieza del mal
En el útero de estos niggas falsos
Con las máscaras puestas, presume
Te diré, si tengo una carga, te juro que reanudo
en mi conquista
Por la llave del cofre donde dormía mi mente
Y el amor en mi corazón es un cáncer
Y lo esparcí por la pared como respuesta
A los gritos de los muertos y los vencidos
Los deprimidos y los perdidos y los condenados, es
Preservación de la paz, un mundo ideal
Nunca solo cuando fluyes por mi mente, niña
Me disculpo, porque no pude ver el dolor en tus malditos ojos.
Porque un negro te hizo irte con el corazón entre diferentes dolores
No podía verte cuando no estabas llorando
if i record with this beat can i post to yt n sound cloud ? i’ll tag you on the title and description 🔥
андеграунд стар бой
андеграунд стар бой в машине надо мной люк
Я читал west coast, хотя мой жанр был всегда плаг
I really fw yo beats hmu I wanna talk business
Can I make a free for non profit to this
Yes
Free for non profit?🤔
🔥🔥🦾
just dropped a banger to this y’all go check me out🔥🔥💯
All the pain I went through, left hand got the bottle right hand got the pencil tryna write to this you don’t gotta feel me nigga the bitches feelin all up on me , remember them days back in school I was trappin the condoms now I’m chasin the commas
My big brother growin through in Mexico fryin his brain up wit that nos this reality of life sorry momma but he’s a dead man walkin this song fo dawgs 1:47
This song fo dawgs better dodge when you hear them bullets fryin right at ya
Санёк убил это дерьмо