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  • @bryancorral2757
    @bryancorral2757 3 ปีที่แล้ว +12

    [Verse 3: BENNY THE BUTCHER]
    Look back three years ago when ain't nobody know me (Nobody)
    Now I treat this rap shit just like somebody owe me (Butcher comin', nigga)
    Think it's a game until I Patrick Kane somebody homie
    That's slidin' through with a stick, shootin' one by the goalie (Brr)
    I got nice, practice repeated, when rappers was decent
    When you ain't leave the house unless your gat was matchin' your sneakers (Yeah)
    Is y'all nigga rappin' or tweetin'? (What else?) Stackin' or beefin'? (What y'all doin'?)
    I get you whacked at The Venetian for blasphemous speakin', uh-huh
    Watch band snakeskin, gang at the door, let the apes in
    20K spent, that's how my day went
    Bulletproof the foreign to feel safe in (I'm good)
    Mirror smoke-grey tint, it's just to take trips to the bank in
    Telly by the border, Glock on top of the covers (Uh huh)
    The room next door got duffels stacked on top of each other
    Me and my old plug alright (We cool), but we don't rock with each other
    That was only business and we done did a lot for each other (I made that nigga rich)
    Yeah, I'll fuck around and leave the party with my tool ringin' (Boom, boom, boom, boom, let's go)
    Jewels blingin', tailored suit like a blues singer
    You know my Backwood like two fingers (Tuh), hustler, I'm the true meanin'
    Turned one to two like I'm Houdini (My stove game still official)
    Yeah, this for the corners that we anointed (Anointed)
    Opened up with a small group of soldiers that I appointed (Uh)
    I'm up due to all of the bullshit that I avoided
    She suck, fuck, count up the money, but still annoyin'
    It's Griselda, nigga

  • @alldogsgoheaven
    @alldogsgoheaven 4 ปีที่แล้ว +9

    Ewww this beat is too nasty uno 👏👏🔥🔥💥💥💪

  • @saiyaf5301
    @saiyaf5301 2 ปีที่แล้ว +3

    (verse) 0:10
    Not a mobster,
    You boys are fraudsters,
    You can call me saintsaii,
    Or Lil Forbster,
    These boys, pop star’s,
    Mine want to pop star’s,
    You can see us whipping Italian like Pasta’s.
    (verse) 0:22
    Pay respect or it would cost you,
    Me and her have secrets, hush it, our lips always locked up,
    If you ever caught us,
    I’d reply dishonest,
    Like, ‘Me under, what, her? Dog you must have lost it’.
    (verse)
    But I was like the Loch Ness,
    She had her legs spread like juicy gossip,
    I know they hold grudges, lucky, we hold shotguns,
    My dogs stay by the gearsticks like holding shotgun.
    (verse) 0:47
    Made thirteen hundred in thirteen days, made boss funds,
    Me and AD distribute to the crew and went over the cuts like plasters,

    • @idgaf12331
      @idgaf12331 7 หลายเดือนก่อน

      what?

  • @imadalam5209
    @imadalam5209 4 ปีที่แล้ว +2

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    Ah
    Ayo, I'm from a back block on the east side, peace and war
    Out on Leroy with the MAC on, peace Allah (brr)
    My whole portfolio is gangster, whip with cocaine
    Get shot and then go on the anklet (boom, boom, boom), sellin' dope
    Save this Persian rug five times a day, prayers, niggas tasteless
    Cells pop, niggas came through, stabbed 'em on the wake up (ah)
    Niggas catch you at the showers for a hundred soups
    Bubble goose, we pulled up in a couple coupes skrt)
    The chopper on double loop
    (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
    Your body got hugged, but not enough to shoot
    We baggin' up trouble at the W, what's up with you? We huntin' too (ah)
    Still plottin' and schemin', on the cot, daydreamin'
    Get shot out the heroin, pray demon, you ain't breathin' (skrt, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
    The yay reekin', lips movin', you ain't breathin'
    You start coughin' up blood for the same reasons, you ever sold a hundred?
    Then spent it all in the same weekend, razors leave your face leakin' (ah)
    Chill, let the Wraith creep, and the brick broke in eight pieces
    Double Cs on the suede sneakers, I kick the real shit
    Who you be? Where you bome from? I had to build shit
    (I had to build shit, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
    I had to build shit
    (I had to build shit, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
    Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
    Look, uh, we was sellin' dog food and we was sellin' fish (cap)
    Feds was buildin' cases, they ain't never stick (hahahaha)
    Y'all had the triple beam dreams, we really measure bricks (we really sold that)
    Shit was movin' fast as we cookin' up, we sell it quick (hah)
    Any beat I'm on, I gotta get my shit off
    Your watch ain't cost thirty and up? Take that shit off (take that shit off, nigga)
    I'm impactin' the culture like Eric Bischoff
    Big biscuit of that Biscotti makin' my bitch cough (cap)
    They on Google, they wonder what I got rich off
    They see me pullin' off in that Dawn, the top lift off (hah)
    The kid from May Street that used to whip soft (whip)
    And let his fif' off, now I'm the big boss
    I drop the bag, I have you picked off (boom, boom, boom, boom)
    My shooter don't speak but you can tell that he dangerous (cap)
    He just aim steady the stainless (hah)
    Drive-bys out of minivans, Chevys, and Ranges (brr)
    Rap nigga go to the club in my city, tuck every chain in (hah)
    Get niggas clipped while I'm with celebrities hangin' (uh huh)
    I got two felonies, now they tell me I'm famous (I'm famous now)
    My life is definitely changin'
    Roc Nation brunch, I'm with a R&B singer gettin' better acquainted (what up, baby?)
    If thou steal from Flygod, that's a sin
    It ain't another rapper that's alive that can match my pen
    Back again, MAC clap your men, stack the half an M
    I was him, before you ever heard me on a track with Em (The Machine, nigga)
    Yo, look back, three years ago, when ain't nobody know me (nobody)
    Now I treat this rap shit just like somebody owe me (Butcher comin', nigga)
    Think it's a game until I Patrick Kane somebody homie
    That's slidin' through with a stick, shootin' one by the goalie (brr)
    I got nice, practice repeated, when rappers was decent
    When you ain't leave the house unless your gat was matchin' your sneakers (yeah)
    Is y'all nigga rappin' or tweetin'? (What else?) Stackin' or beefin'? (What y'all doin'?)
    I get you whacked at The Venetian for blasphemous speakin', uh huh
    Watch band snakeskin, gang at the door, let the apes in
    Twenty K spent, that's how my day went
    Bulletproof the foreign to feel safe in (I'm good)
    Mirrors smoke grey tint, it's just to take trips to the bank in
    Telly by the border, Glock on top of the covers (uh huh)
    The room next door got duffel's stacked on top of each other
    Me and my old plug alright (we cool), but we don't rock with each other
    That was only business, and we done did a lot for each other (I made that nigga rich)
    Yeah, I'll fuck around and leave the party with my tool ringin' (boom, boom, boom, boom, let's go)
    Jewels blingin', tailored suit like a blues singer
    You know my Backwood like two fingers (tuh), hustler, I'm the true meanin'
    Turned one to two like I'm Houdini (my stove game still official)
    Yeah, this for the corners that we anointed (Anointed)
    Opened up with a small group of soldiers that I appointed (uh)
    I'm up due to all of the bullshit that I avoided
    She suck, fuck, count up the money, but still annoyin'
    It's Griselda, nigga

  • @Sebastian-pt5ru
    @Sebastian-pt5ru 2 ปีที่แล้ว +1

    sarpado👍

  • @bryancorral2757
    @bryancorral2757 3 ปีที่แล้ว +2

    For any one who wants to sing along

  • @tr3sie7e
    @tr3sie7e 4 ปีที่แล้ว +3

    💥🔥🎶👌🏾✨

  • @bummyartcollective980
    @bummyartcollective980 3 ปีที่แล้ว +3

    Title: Can’t Stop Now--
    This that easy stuff: easier to “Bob The Builder stuff.”
    Now pay attention: heading towards the rough.
    “Like playing golf.”
    The simple stuff seems to give the kids such a rush.
    Heavy hitter: during a boxing match.
    Knocking until they vanish
    Smelling Dutchs: from shells.
    Beneath the kingdom there prevails a beast.
    “Time to eat”
    Where’s the supper? Searching remorseful for hungry:
    Sharper then thunder bolts.
    While others throwing darts.
    Mr.Bart: if ain’t about money: Then “It’s just Love and art.”
    Simple rules: Stop playing dodge, when you don’t have much to cruise.
    Hint the news: playing baseball might just make the news:
    With ladies dude.
    “Should one mind they self before they mention, who?”
    Having dinner after foot races: plain and simple: without the N-word .
    Trained from Big worm.
    Pistols don’t learn nothing, Buckling fist first.
    Now it’s questions: rhymes is headless:
    “Monster comparison.”
    Need the bed swept: bugs like buzz bunny without the carrots: AM resting.
    *Stop*
    -Bummy

    • @IAMC333
      @IAMC333 3 ปีที่แล้ว

      "THATS CALLED MOTHER-FUCKIN' BARS"

  • @hoshiyomikopi
    @hoshiyomikopi ปีที่แล้ว +1

    0:10 0:10
    0:10 0:10

  • @tercerojo-nj7xr
    @tercerojo-nj7xr 9 หลายเดือนก่อน +1

    con serotonina conjuego y muelo en plena cocina
    consejos de vida suelo dar pa lidiar.
    con gente completamente enferma

  • @williotfranck7881
    @williotfranck7881 4 ปีที่แล้ว +1

    Du son HIP HOP

  • @snuggles1011
    @snuggles1011 4 ปีที่แล้ว +2

    Ayo,
    My appetite for violence , it got me skippin meals
    Butterfly's to ya gut instinct, since you in ya feels (uh-huh)
    Cut the tongue out ya mouth if a nigga squeals (gimme that)
    Spittin blood on the bottom, match the color of my bitch's heels
    Been holding it down, rap been lacking my presence
    I made it out alive before niggas could finish an actual sentence
    Lonely wherever i'm at, nobody matchin the pen-ship (nope)
    This ain't a return to my graces, I'm just back with a vengeance (agh)

  • @Alex-ue8li
    @Alex-ue8li 4 ปีที่แล้ว +5

    What’s the sample?

    • @リーク神
      @リーク神 3 ปีที่แล้ว

      mozart

    • @Alex-ue8li
      @Alex-ue8li 3 ปีที่แล้ว +1

      @@リーク神 ?

    • @リーク神
      @リーク神 3 ปีที่แล้ว +1

      @@Alex-ue8li i was joking

    • @lilfigurative
      @lilfigurative 2 ปีที่แล้ว +2

      i'm willing to bet there isn't one, beat butcha and daringer (the producers for this beat) are known to create their own melodies that sound vintage on purpose to emulate the quality of an old sample.