New hip-hop song called "Marvin's Room (Freestyle)" is performed by Los
Here's a new Los freestyle over Drake's latest track, The Crown Ain't Safe dropping soon.
"Marvin's Room (Freestyle)" by Los
Bad Meets Evil - Welcome To Hell Lyrics
Welcome To Hell Lyrics by Bad Meets Evil (Eminem Ft. Royce Da 5'9")
[Intro]
Yeah, told you we’d be back
Welcome 2 Hell
[Eminem]
There’s a switch, I flip, emotions cut off
So cold I done froze my butt off
And this ain’t even the tip of the iceberg yet
It’s like squirting a squirt gun in the ocean, fuck off
Other words I didn’t put a dent in the game compared
To the damage I’ve yet to do
As long as you still have feelings to hurt
I’ll be around as long as you let me get to you
Long as I got two balls to palm
I’ll be the bomb, you’re just a false alarm
Get scared little pissants
And see if I don’t come along and stomp your farm
Thunder and lightning, rain, hail
Sleet with a tornado’s the kind of brainstorm I get
So when the wind starts blowing, shit
Talking about going in? Going insane is more like it
Wizard of words when he spits hazardous with it
Like a disastrous blizzard
So you better listen quick fast don’t miss it
Yeah, go ahead little prick bastard, diss it
But when you get hit with a sick ass explicit flow
Don’t ask how much of his passion is it that goes in it
Just know, that all he knows is this
It’s better to kick ass than kiss it
Dick dastardly of audacity
Mental capacity, unmatched it has to be stopped
But it can’t be, but man I can’t just keep
Doing them like that or no one will rap with me
Except one, you asked who is it?
[Royce]
Guess who just came through the blast, you bitches
With the ratchet, the book of Matthew
A book of matches, lighting them under white linen
You about to have to admit it, they pass you the mic
Asked you to spit it, you got handed your own ass
Your ass in your own hands, I’m sure they gon’ laugh
When you’re going to the bathroom with it
Now with what would you come against us
Better be something with a big foot pedigree
Easily these are the reasons
That we need to be in your prayers
Each region breeds some MCs that wanna be
Which means they wanna breath our air
With these ideas, anybody thinkin’
That the game don’t need, the Bad and the Evil regime
That’s like saying that bad boy Piston team didn’t need Isaiah
[Eminem]
Sip piss and bleed, this is a different breed of MCs
I swear, better be aware, there’s too much at stake
And to find someone this raw on a beat is rare
You can kiss my ass and the shit stains on my underwear that I don’t even wear
[Royce]
This gotta be no fair
This like hittin’ the lottery, oh yeah
Who you know hotter there gotta be no pair
Shotty that I got a lobotomy, your hair
Classic, smack it, smother it, read it and weep it
And perhaps you’ll have no rebuttalin’
In fact, you seein’ me in this rap
And it’s like saying Tila Tequila can sing like Jasmin Sullivan
[Eminem]
Back to bash her skull again
Push a bitch out the Aspen until I get the fuck out of Dodge (Dodge Aspen)
Shouldn’t have to explain my metaphors
You has-beens are duller than color books that ain’t colored in
Second and third, fourth wind, gotta another win
Here they come again, none other than, Bad and Evil
Also known as Saddam and Osama Bin
It’s been a long time
But I bet neither one of us have felt sicker than we do right now
And we only get iller with time
Me and Nickel fucking shit up on the dime so tellin’ us to pipe down
It’s like talking to a meth head
Bruce Willis on his death bed, last breath with an infection
Fighting it while he’s watching internet porn
About to meet his death with an erection
My God, what I mean is
David Carradine jacking his penis in front of his tripod
Choking his own neck, what part you don’t get?
I’m saying I die hard
[Royce]
When you listen to my bars, nothin’ but the F-I-R/ E
Comin’ out your iPod (we) come up in a place
Chicks heads start spinning like motherfuckin’ white walls
[Eminem]
Got your mother suckin’ my balls
(While we) fuck each other, we punch each other in the eyeballs
And I never say I’m sor-ry, the Five-Nine and the Fire Marshall
(We) spit with an intensity to shut shit down in the industry
Two different entities, with a propensity
To put these N-U-T-S up inside of your fucking mouth
Welcome to the CD
Nas - Nasty Lyrics
Nas - Nasty First single off his 2011 Album "Life Is Good' Dope Track
Nasty Lyrics is performed by Nas
Word
Got some Remy Martin, some good-ass cigars
Check it out
Ayo, late night, candlelight, fiend wit’ diesel in his needle
Queensbridge leader, no equal, I come from the Wheel of Ezekiel
To pop thousand-dollar bottles of scotch, smoke purp, and heal the people
Any rebuttal to what I utter get box-cuttered
Count how many bad honeys I slut, it’s a high number
Name a nigga under the same sky that I’m under
Who gets money, remain fly, yeah, I wonder
Eyes flutter as love when Nas pops up
Stars get starstruck, panties start drippin’
The ways of Carlito, blaze, torpedo cigars
Drop moves, drop clothes
Louis the XIII freaks, women nice size
I ride like Porsches, thick, brown and gorgeous
It ain’t my fault, semiautomatic weapons
I brought the world “Crazy,” I’m rich and I’m girl-crazy
Dick ‘em, convince ‘em all to praise me
They ideology is confusion, I lose ‘em
Fellates me, who hate me? My gun off safety
Since a Tunnel escape key, my jewelry in HD
Silent rage, pristine in my vintage shades
I’m not in the winters of my life or the beginner stage, I am the dragon
Maserati, pumpin’ Biggie, the great legend
Blastin’, I’m after the actress who played Faith Evans
My little Jackie Onassis, dig?
I’m so high, I never land like Mike Jackson’s crib
Best on .45, still crack ya rib sacrilege
When lids talk trash about the nasty kid
Past nasty now, I’m gross and repulsive
Talk money, is you jokin’? Cash everywhere, in my bank, in the sofa
In the walls, in the cars, in my wallet, in my pocket
On the floors, ceiling, the safe, bitch
I got all you envy, but don’t offend
I’m skinny, but still I’m too big for a Bentley
You are your car, what could represent?
Too Godly to be a Bugatti, you honestly
Must design me somethin’ Tommy Mottonic from Queens had before the ’90s
Drug dealer call, rush to the bar
Move, niggas, we don’t give a fuck who you are
Black card heavy like a magnet, in my stitched denims
Pretty women see them them saggin’
Bet a hundred stacks, niggas’ll run it back
Just havin’ fun, I ain’t even begun to black
Light another blunt in fact
(Nasty)
Nasty kid
(Nasty)
Yeah
(Nasty)
The kid!
(Nasty)
Nasty kid
For the hustlers, thick as yellow bitches for the suck of it
Got a bunch of niggas in prison braggin’, sayin’ “It was Nas I used to hustle wit’”
I display fashions while my lungs engage hashes, guns on my waist past his
Since I’m cakin’ up, put funds in my safe, laughin’
And joining the niggas passin’ you niggas was straight assin’
Excuse the vulgarity, I’m still not fully adjusted
Or used to the new fans hearin’ me spit rapidly
I never see the whips niggas be claimin’ they drivin’
I guess entertainment means blatantly lyin’
Fake it ’til you make it, I’ve driven those toys
Been in the wars, in the streets, cops kickin’ in doors
For my deen niggas, your flow cheap as limousine liquor
I’m no fake rap CD listener, sit back and roll a mean swisher
For my Gs, tell these clowns make room for the king, nigga
Big Sean Ft. Kanye West & Roscoe Dash - Marvin Gaye & Chardonnay Lyrics
[Chorus - Roscoe Dash:]
Early in the morning
When she’s all alone
I’mm take my time
Do it how we want it
Just to set the mood, girl I bought some Marvin Gaye and Chardonnay
Hold up, Hold up, Hold up, Hold up, Hold up
Yeaaah
[Verse 1 - Big Sean:]
She love the way I’m doing it
So GOOD she wont put my tattoo on it
Bottom line is, you the finest
Gave you a new name (whats that, whats that, whats that?)
My bitch
Hold up, hol’ up, woah there
Lets capture this moment if I ? then I own it
? Want it every mornin’
And Patronin’ girl, we grownin’
Waddup, got me feeling like a kid with the street lights on
Street lights on?
You know I got it going til it’s
[Chorus - Roscoe Dash:]
Early in the morning
When she’s all alone
I’mma take my time
Do it how we want it
Just to set the mood, girl I bought some Marvin Gaye and Chardonnay
Just let the song play
The long way
The strong way
It’s our day
It’s our way
This was all inspired by a little Marvin Gaye and Chardonnay
[Verse 2 - Kanye West:]
Hold up, Hold up, Hold up, Hold up, Hold up, Hold up, Hold up
Talk to the, talk to the hand
You talking to a grown ass man
It’s like, way way way too much in your pants for us not to make the bed squeak
(There goes the bed sheets)
Err’ybody rip the swag off
‘Fore I rip the tag off
Why my pants sag off, cause I’m rappin’ my ass off
Flow so ugly, money so handsome
This the fucking anthem, get it, the fucking anthem
[Chorus]
[Kanye West]
I don’t really wanna uhh… talk too much
But you love it when I talk like I lost it
And I love how you look when ya blazin’
And I swear you turn at least half Asian
And we ’bout to have a liaison
She cool, get head with her shades on
You should just go and throw a cape on
And it’s just so amazing
So amazing
So amazing
[Big Sean]
Take it to the car, bloop, bloop, that shit look like I’m speed racing
Leave em with me, it’ll boost your reputation
Westside is where I’m stationed
Spend all night, just champagne tasting
Ain't no rest girl, lets just pace it til it's…
[Chorus]
Lil Wayne - Dear Anne (Stan Pt 2) Lyrics
Dear Anne (Stan Pt 2) Lyrics is performed by Lil Wayne
[Hook]
Out of sight, out of mind
Out of time to decide
Do we run? Should I hide?
For the rest of my life
[Verse 1]
Dear Anne, my number one fan
I write with the light from the lamp on my night stand
With my pen in my right hand and that's also my mic hand
Codeine in a Sprite can, ink on the white pad
And I'm thinking of life, Anne and wrong and right Anne
And sometimes I'm right and sometimes I might
Cannot find the light still my rhymes are bright
So I continue my plan and I'm sure like white sand
That they'll be price paying before my flight land
But still I want to see more than my sight can
A door so I can't ignore what I want anymore
So I just go: you can call me the "goer"
And oh, yeah I got a girl, she act like I owe her
And umm, sometimes it seems like I just don't know her
And yeah, the relationship is starting to feel like a chore
But I really hope I'm not starting to bore, page one
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Dear Anne, my number one fan
I write you this letter, I hope everything's grand
I hope everyone's good, I hope everybody's praying
I hope, hold up baby, let me switch hands
See, lately I've been dealing with a lot of shit, Anne
It's burning me and I can't get out of this pan
And everytime I look there's a problem with this man
But I ain't tryna expose, I'm just tryna expand
But your support held me up like kickstands
And I'm also being more careful in how I pick friends
Anne, I'm trying to stay up out them chicks' pants, but I just can't!
But on another note, this ain't just another note
This is more than a rap, this is more of an oath
And I know you're wondering what this letter is for
And I'm just hoping that you read this far, page two
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Dear Anne, my number one fan
By now you probably think that I'm betrayin' who I'm sayin'
And sometimes I wish I wasn't him, but I am
And it's people like you that make me proud of what I am
Hey, you are the shit, damn pardon the gram'
But it's like you make me feel like I'm a part of the Fam
And shit, when my life is like some sort of exam
It's a jungle out there, lions, horses and rams
Shit, as I sit and wait for the war to begin
I just think of you then I'm rewarded again, Anne
With you, is where my artistry can, Anne
So with you, is where a part of me stands, Anne
I hope I see you in the stands, Anne
Because you know I understand, Anne
And I'm sorry about Stan
So I wrote this to say that I'm your number one fan
[Hook]
(Live In ATL) Smoke DZA Ft. Big K.R.I.T. & Big Sant - First Class
Smoke DZA brings out Big K.R.I.T. and Big Sant in Atlanta to perform "First Class" for the first time ever...
"Take It To the Hole" by LMFAO Ft Busta Rhymes
This is off LMFAO’s upcoming Sorry For Party Rocking featuring Busta Rhymes.. called "Take It To The Hole".
Check the sound off below, you'll be like it.
Mellowhype - 64: Video & Lyrics
Mellowhype - 64: Video & Lyrics
Directed by Matt Alonzo
Produced by Mike Busalacchi & Kelvin Craver
Modern Artists Creative
Mellowhype - 64: Lyrics
[Intro]
Ain't nothing new, nigga, just something new
[verse 1]
I never trust faith with my trust funds
I keep it in a safe place nigga, lump sum
Camera surveillance a bunch of fucking stun guns
I'm a snare to the drum, burum-bum-bum
Her virgin homicide i show her how we drum-a-drum
She doesn't come for me, the bitch only say she come for fun
What's up hunny bun, wanna feel your tummy rum?
Rumbling in a ring with pills of fucking numb
Your system is my fucking dick-dom
Feel the friction of my children with down syndrome
I'm rehearsin' for my funeral, triple six are the numerals
Mellowhype musical talking to wolves like dolittle
Think with a migrane like a fucking eye strain
Break bottles of champagne on a fucking biplane
If it doesn't add up then ask the students my name
I'm fucking einstain, i'm sane
[hook]
Knock, knock! Delivery, i'm the rhetorician
Body decomposition, rippin' through your rhythms
I suggest you stop and listen to this non-prescription
Fuck your contradiction, here's my composition
[verse 2]
Leprechaun, hexagon, transform decepticon
Rasputin, i'm half mutant, fucked financially, cash students
I'm too pursuant to over-do shit, super fluent
My flow is overheated it needs coolin' shit
Fuck being poor and return to the school and shoot it up
While i shoot it like a porno bitch with cool whip
I dive scuba, barracuda, shark water in cuba
Chicken head of the sea, but i don't fuckin' eat tuna
I sneak her in my room like puma
My bedroom rules jerusalem and i'm judah, suck on my messiah
Or die and cry a fire, it's true, so is the curse of lying
So is mrs. Doubtfire, fat bitches and dope beats
Are what my niggas acquire, if you're broke, get the cash
Bitch i'm dope, do the math, triple six slipping through a golden flask
All hail mr. Mustard gas, i ain't gay but i'mma fuckin' ass
[hook]
Scorcher Ft. Loick Essien - We Ain't The Same Lyrics
We Ain't The Same Lyrics by Scorcher Ft. Loick Essien
[Verse 1 - Scorcher:]
Ay, listen
I'm back up in this bitch like I never left
For as long as i'm spitting, they'll be second best
I'm only gang shot, you see i'm setting tunes
They call it turning on my swag
I'm just getting dressed
Skywalker everything, fly over everything
Haters see me on the ground, China i'm checking in
I'm buying what I like but can't get it in
All these rappers copying my style now, S&M
But i'm cool as a fan, Top Chef swag put it all in a pan
Linesman I best hit balling with man
If I high 5 there's rounds of applause when I rap
I get an encore when i'm on tour
... fingers up like they want war
I started out at the bottom but now i'm top drawer
Niggas talking about this collaborate, what for?
[Chorus - Loick Essien:]
You niggas ain't fucking with me
I'm hard as hell
Oh it ain't hard to tell
My niggas are off the rails
Yeah yeah yeah only we ain't the same
Homie this ain't a game yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
You niggas ain't fucking with me
We hard as nails
Try me you'll hurt yourself
My niggas are off the rails
Yeah yeah yeah only we ain't the same
Homie this ain't a game yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
[Verse 2 - Scorcher:]
I've got a killer cool face, murders in the building
Turning up my swag hurting niggas feelings
Used to want a grand, working on a million
You can have it back, I just squirt it with my children
Money so long I can't figure what to spend it on
Louis V now, mommy used to buy me Benetton
You don't get it in, brother how we gonna get along
You ain't talking Weezy, why the fuck you on my telephone?
Can't tell me nothing but Kanye and... sitting out the top, laughing as suckers
... shitting on the game, wipe my arse with a oner
Making bottles pop, we ain't got a shot
My music mind is good but I want the lot
I want that blow money, I want that show money
There'll be a snowball in hell when I got no money
[Chorus - Loick Essien:]
You niggas ain't fucking with me
I'm hard as hell
Oh it ain't hard to tell
My niggas are off the rails
Yeah yeah yeah only we ain't the same
Homie this ain't a game yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
You niggas ain't fucking with me
We hard as nails
Try me you'll hurt yourself
My niggas are off the rails
Yeah yeah yeah only we ain't the same
Homie this ain't a game yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
[Bridge - Loick Essien:]
Changing the weather making it better
Making so much money that I can't even count the figure
I got so much money so much money, money!
All I had to do is make it rain
Yeah yeah yeah
[Chorus - Loick Essien:]
You niggas ain't fucking with me
I'm hard as hell
Oh it ain't hard to tell
My niggas are off the rails
Yeah yeah yeah only we ain't the same
Homie this ain't a game yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
You niggas ain't fucking with me
We hard as nails
Try me you'll hurt yourself
My niggas are off the rails
Yeah yeah yeah only we ain't the same
Homie this ain't a game yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Juelz Santana - 848 Verse Freestyle New Video
848 Verse Freestyle New Video with Lyrics is performing by Juelz Santana
The Lyrics:
still slanging cocaine boy, still gang banger with my gang boys
swagged up, still rocking big chains boy
who wanna hear that chopper make noise?
i’m smoking dope straight out a gas mask
it’s big b’s nine tre billy bad ass,
i’m selling coke what’s the quote, i match that
matter fact, i got them for half that
how many mug shots they gonna taking me
before they understand they ain’t gonna pin a case on me,
kush stay rolled up, pocket full of fast money shirt say slow up
Vybz Kartel Ft. Russian - Get Gal Anywhere Lyrics
Get Gal Anywhere Lyrics is performed by Vybz Kartel Ft. Russian
Adidja di world boss
Tarik di russian mafia, he he he
One ting bout we an di youte dem whe wi come from,
Wi nuh shawt a gal, rude bwoy wi nuh shawt a gal
Mi get gal anywhere, here an dere,
Gal a shed tear an a tell mi shi care,
When mi guh portmore eena di square,
Gal a seh mi love di extention inna yuh hair
Yuh done knwo, me is bwoy whe nuh shawt a gal,
Touch di road knwo mi want a gal,
Push mi phone tru di window,
Den mi seh my girl how yuh pin guh
Shi seh di coil inna mi pocket thick,
Shi seh di size a mi rims thick,
Shi seh di size a mi house thick,
Same suh shi seh bout di size a mi dick
Gal a watch mi till har neck crick, young gal,
Granny pon walkin stick, mi arm dont green an mi breat naw kick,
If yuh feel seh mi waan nuhbody yuh get trick
Gal si di uptown youte an shake, like har pum pum a have a earthquake,
Gal seh mi sweeta dan christmas cake,
Suh mi tek whe nicki minaj from drake
Mi tell har seh, yo ma wadup,
2 a wi fi kiss up 2 a wi fi hug up,
Come inna mi house 2 a wi fi love up,
Mi hear seh a gaza yuh seh so what
Mi get gal anywhere, here an dere,
Gal a shed tear an a tell mi shi care,
When mi guh portmore eena di square,
Gal a seh mi love di extention inna yuh hair
Yuh done knwo, me is bwoy whe nuh shawt a gal,
Touch di road knwo mi want a gal,
Push mi phone tru di window,
Den mi seh my girl how yuh pin guh
Everywhe mi guh di gal dem waan start a ting,
Suh dem a bb mi all sort a ting,
An a quiz sheba an gaza slim,
Bout addi di world boss di gaza king
Everywhe mi guh, gal a seh mi cute yeah,
Dem love mi pretty smile an mi white toothe yeah,
When mi touch pon di road wid di world boss,
Gal a seh, dem love da white youte deh
Gal find whe mi live a norbrook,
But a far shi a walk suh shi swell up har foot,
Mi drive pass wid a gal whe reach fuss,
Coming like seh shi never knwo how di car look
Hey dinero
One ting bout we an di youte dem whe wi come from,
Wi nuh shawt a gal, rude bwoy wi nuh shawt a gal
Mi get gal anywhere, here an dere!!!
"Get Gal Anywhere" by Vybz Kartel Ft. Russian
New song performed by Vybz Kartel Ft Russian - Get Gal AnyWhere (June 2011) Strictly Reggae.
LMFAO - Sorry for Party Rockin Lyrics
Sorry for Party Rockin Lyrics by LMFAO
Sorry for party rocking...
I'll be up in the bar, looking for a hottie to bone
I gotta drink in my hand, and a ...
Popping bottles in the house and models in the V.I.P
All the girls make out for the whole damn club to see
Let's go! People always say that my music's loud
Sorry for party rocking!
Leave those complaints, and turn it down
Sorry for party rocking!
Haters don't like, we got the spotlight
Sorry for party rocking!
When they talk shit, we just pick a line
Sorry for party rocking!
lyrics incomplete
LMFAO - Sorry For Party Rocking Album 2011 Track List
This is the Track List of LMFAO: Sorry For Party Rocking Album, release this year
01.LMFAO - Rock The Beat Ii
02.LMFAO - Sorry For Party Rocking
03.LMFAO Ft. Lauren Bennett & Goonrock - Party Rock Anthem
04.LMFAO - Sexy And I Know It
05.LMFAO Ft. Natalia Kills - Champagne Showers
06.LMFAO - One Day
07.LMFAO Ft. Busta Rhymes - Take It To The Hole
08.LMFAO Ft. Will.I.Am, Goonrock & Eva Simons - Best Night
09.LMFAO Ft. Lisa - All Night Long
10.LMFAO - With You
11.LMFAO - Put That A$ To Work
12.LMFAO Ft. Goonrock - We Came Here To Party
13.LMFAO Ft. Calvin Harris - Reminds Me Of You
14.LMFAO - Hot Dog
15.LMFAO Ft. Lauren Bennett & Goonrock - Party Rock Anthem (Benny Benassi Remix)
"Platinum (Remix)" by Snoop Dogg Ft. Gucci Mane, Waka Flocka & R. Kelly
Audio: Snoop Dogg Ft. Gucci Mane, Waka Flocka & R. Kelly – Platinum (Remix) [Prod. By Lex Luger]
J. Cole - Wildfire Lyrics
Wildfire Lyrics by J. Cole
What's up
Real nigga doin real stuff
Get a lot of money
You can never get enough
And you know the new shit sounds so tough
So-and-so just walked in, so what
I don't really vibe with a lot of these niggas
I ain't really into givin more than one chance girl
I already tried with a lot of these niggas
Fuck that
That team don't know real, what's that
That can't be from here
That can't be what they believe in
Is the best shit of the year
That's that fake shit, that's that fake shit
That's that top row of veneer
Just when they gettin impatient
Is when I make a world premiere
Ah damn, word, award show's comin
Make sure you spell the shit right
Make sure they give me all the credit I deserve
Make sure the good stuff's still in that Sprite
They watch us, make this shit into a song
You ain't livin that boy
Stop stealin that life
Anything that happened when I do yah
I guess it all depends how I'm feelin that night
Okay, livin my life in hotels
Bitch better have my room right
If they kill me, bury me a legend
Bitch better have my tomb right
This is perfect for the women that I've loved before
I love em all
I just love you more
[Chorus:]
I could bet all of the riches that I ever had
Rush in the night like a shock wave wouldn't be bad
If I had to [?] cause of [?] that run up my back
You must [?], nothing else can lead me off track
Hey, Yeah
You're like a wildfire
Got me risin high
Your innocence [?]
Drowin in, would you save me
It's a crime if you don't
[?] by the throat
I could bet all the riches that I ever had
Rush into the night like a shockwave wouldn't be bad
Hey, Yeah
You're like a wildfire
Got me risin high
Your innocence [?]
Drowin in, would you save me
It's a crime if you don't
[?] by the throat
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