This right here is some REAL Rap beats: Good beat, a lot of different melodies and nice lyrics! Today's rap be like: Kick, snares, Hit Hats a bit of bass and a lot of bad words...
I don’t care who made it!! I don’t benefit from knowing who made a beat.. so I blurt it out without knowing😂I don’t get paid to know it😂 life outside of God is a joke to me. But that’s wassup y’all know who made the beat
[Intro] Ehi, ehi (I put on) Sticazzi che ci sta Young Jeezy Ce se reppa lo stesso, e che n'ce li levi? Cancelliamo i ritornelli (Senti qua va) Looppiamo tutto (Vabbè và) Sti cazzi [Bridge] I put on per l’Xtreme, on-on per l’Xtreme I put on per l’Xtreme, on-on per l’Xtreme I put on per l’Xtreme, on-on per l’Xtreme I put on per l’Xtreme, on-on per l’Xtreme [Strofa] Rappa su un’altra strumentale, "Ehi Gemitaiz che cazzo fa?" Sono sempre io e sono diventato pazzo da Quando tutti gli MC’s che mi porti io li straccio già Ma alle Jam ancora che mi chiedi che ci faccio qua Il fatto sta nell'accettare che l’Xtreme è una realtà Che la donna tua pompa “Affare” pure mentre sta a scopà Con tutte ste voci c’ho la testa che me sta a scoppià Non ve 'nculo, c’ho i numeri e le carte pe raddoppià Quanti di voi vorrebbero rappare così Ma tanto è tempo buttato perché nessuno di voi c’ha le palle pe rappare così Ho fatto un calcolo dei vostri rappers che stanno sotto i vicoli Quando provano a rappare veloce sarebbe bello avere i sottotitoli Vuoi continuà a scrivè sui forum che rappo sulle strumentali Ma con mezz’ora e un grammo d’erba tiro giù pezzi monumentali Il fatto è che rosichi che suonano come le originali Il flow, le rime, i miei concetti principali Il vostro rap è inutile, fatelo per divertimento Che nei vostri pezzi non c’è l’1% di sentimento Ho visto tutto questo, e se te pensi mento Vedi a Roma quanti c’hanno "Affare" con un censimento Odio questi che parlano d’Hip Hop Ma non c’entrano un cazzo con l’Hip Hop frate' Nun faccio nomi perché non voglio un avversario Ma se cercate speranza, quella roba è il contrario Il problema è quello, qua appena c’è una novità tutti a rifarla Come avere un paralitico in squadra e continuare a dargli palla Tutti sanno la strada ma nessuno ha le suole per camminarla Vogliono tutti fare la guerra ma non sanno con che armi farla Se grido "Soldi, fama & fica" se gira mezza capitale La voce di ogni club pieno de negri e d'ogni centro sociale Semo solo quelli che nun se fanno prendè a male Da ogni cosa brutta che senti al telegiornale Volete le storie tristi col cazzo che ve le do Sentiteve i vostri artisti che tanto compiangete, no? Che non fanno musica con passione Ma la fanno per creare in chi ascolta compassione Mandiamo il sistema della scena in avaria È meglio che te dai, è cominciata la mania Per voi pessimisti che sperate che vada via L’Hip Hop non è morto s’è trasferito a casa mia Ehi!
I put on, I put on, I put on, I put on I put on for my city, on on for my city I put on for my city, on on for my city I put on for my city, on on for my city I put on for my city, on on for my city When they see me off in traffic, they say "Jeezy on some other shit" Send them pussy niggas runnin' straight back to the dealership Me I'm in my spaceship, thats right I work for N.a.s.a This 7H is not a fraud, call that bitch my bodyguard Call that bitch your bodyguard? Yeah, that's my bodyguard Wear a lot of jewelry, Young don't do security What's whiter than a napkin, harder than a dinner plate If you want it come and get it, you know I stay super straight Ran up in my spots and now I'm workin' Out the Super 8 Know you niggas hungry, come and get a super plate Y'all sing happy birthday, yeah I got that super cake Hundred karat bracelet, I use it like some super bait I put on for my city, on on for my city I put on for my city, on on for my city Put on (east side) Put on (south side) Put on (west side) Put on I put on for my city, on on for my city I put on for my city, on on for my city Put on (east side) Put on (south side) Put on (west side) Put on Half bag, top back Ain't nothin' but a young thug HKs, AK's, I need to join a gun club Big wheels, big straps You know I like it super sized Passenger's a red-bone Her Weave look like some curly fries Inside fish sticks, outside tartar sauce Pocket full of celery Imagine what she tellin' me Blowin' on asparagus, The realest shit I ever smoked Ridin' to that Trap or Die The realest shit I ever wrote They know I got that broccoli So I keep that glock on me Don't get caught without one Comin' from where I'm from Call me Jeezy Hamilton Flyin' down Campbellton So fresh, so clean On my way to Charlene I put on for my city, on on for my city I put on for my city, on on for my city Put on (east side) Put on (south side) Put on (west side) Put on I put on for my city, on on for my city I put on for my city, on on for my city Put on (east side) Put on (south side) Put on (west side) Put on I put on, I put on, I put on I put on for my city, I put on for my I put on for my city, I put on for my city, on I feel like there's still niggas that owe me checks I feel like there's still bitches that owe me sex I feel like this but niggas don't know the stress I lost the only girl in the world that know me best I got the money and the fame and that don't mean shit I got the Jesus on a chain, man that don't mean shit 'Cause when the Jesus pieces can't bring me peace Sure I need just at least one of Russell's nieces on I let my nightmares go I put on, Everybody that I knew from the go I know hoes that was frontin' when they knew he was broke They say damn, Yeezy Yeezy, you don't know us no more You got that big fame homie, and you just changed on me You can ask big homie, man the top so lonely I ain't lyin', so lonely I ain't lyin' Let me see what we have tonight (what we have tonight) I'm high as a satellite (satellite) I see those flashin' lights (flashin' lights) 'Cause every night (every night) I put on I put on for my city, on on for my city I put on for my city, on on for my city Put on (east side) Put on (south side) Put on (west side) Put on I put on for my city, on on for my city I put on for my city, on on for my city Put on (east side) Put on (south side) Put on (west side) Put on Let me see what we have tonight (what we have tonight) I'm high as a satellite (satellite) I see those flashin' lights (flashin' lights) 'Cause every night (every night) Let me see what we have tonight I'm high as a satellite I see those flashin' lights
My Favorite Song - EHWvideos - Put On - Jay Wayne Jenkins Young Jeezy Feat Kanye Omari West [Produced By Christopher Gholson James DrummaBoy] [Year: 2008] [Album: The Recession]
Tray Sanders I stopped listening to rap music because (with time passing and me growing up) those rap lyrics started to sound awkward to me, but instrumentals like this will amaze me for a long time most definitely!
I’m from Baltimore City8x When they see me out in traffic it’s leds & vibrations, Yella bones black bones brown bones & gyration, Ass so fat you’ll write the bitch a citation, Ass so fat some niggas consider it a violation, Nose first yeah you know you rolling with the dive nation, Survived slaving, in return we only pop in the tri state, In fact the DMV, but they close enough; why hate? 5 dates, 8 women, I still ain’t get the vibe straight, But by time I got to the 10th, I was like, shit, the 9th straight,
In real time tonight as i sat down a hear the intro as the melodie build up in the first few seconds. all I heard was the sound of nitrous and hit me right in my chest. chills gave me serious tears :( all I see is flying down the freeway at night. some of yall know what im talking about too.
"I'm the best thing smoking coming outta of oklahoma. Kush be the cologne bitch smell the aroma. Rollin up the og staying medicated. Like a barbershop bitch you know we staying faded."
Lost a friend when I was around 10 (online friendship, she was 28) this song became her anthem and when Kanye says "I lost the only girl in the world that knows me best" was when young me died.
I feel like whole alot of niggas don't know me yet I work hard do my thing and I still can't rest I feel like God love me but he put my heart through a test and I'm a young nigga I got alot shit off my chest I put on for my city everywhere that I go I will die for city I won't die for no hoe we the city of champions and we getting some more we are the home of some legends I swear you don't want no smoke we aware of our history yeah we woke we are known for our hoods but we ain't classified as broke
chorus fuck yo feelins bitch, whichu I was dreamin bitch. I slayed my demons bitch. but chu don't know how you left my feelins left, bitch fuck yo feelins bitch, whichu I was dreamin bitch. I slayed my demons bitch. but chu don't know how you left my feelins left, bitch // verse 1 And I kno, you said you sorry when you left. when I was with you, I had you swept. lonely nights, tell you I love you, then I slept. now i realize when I was whichu, I was depressed. fakin feelins whichu, to become the best. now you moved on, and cannot be pressed. But that's old shit, Listen to the shit that comes next. Aye RJ tell er! B-Kro! Tell er! fuck yo feelins bitch, whichu I was dreamin bitch. I slayed my demons bitch. but chu don't know how you left my feelins left, bitch fuck yo feelins bitch, whichu I was dreamin bitch. I slayed my demons bitch. but chu don't know how you left my feelins left, You told me you want to be with me, but then you tell me you had a man and blocked me. That should hit me like a truck, felt like you f****** shot me. Now hope that you alone, now that you don't got me. I just sent you a text, about dropping some music about you, I hope you read it, then you can re block me. Cuz b****, heartbreak can't stop me. fuck yo feelins bitch, whichu I was dreamin bitch. I slayed my demons bitch. but chu don't know how you left my feelins left, bitch fuck yo feelins bitch, whichu I was dreamin bitch. I slayed my demons bitch. but chu don't know how you left my feelins left, bitch I hope when you text my phone, you say you sorry. But I don't know you bitch. Who tf is emily? Oh, you just a bitch. If you was around, id prolly see you fuckin the cliqe. Cuz all you are is a bitch, bitch. fuck yo feelins bitch, whichu I was dreamin bitch. I slayed my demons bitch. but chu don't know how you left my feelins left, bitch fuck yo feelins bitch, whichu I was dreamin bitch. I slayed my demons bitch. but chu don't know how you left my feelins left, bitch Yeah, fuck you bitch. I don't give a fuck about you bitch. Fuck you bitch. I really don't give a fuck about chu bitch. Cuz yer nothin bitch.
I kno I'm late responding g. But I've always wondered the same thing. I make beats, I'm 18. I kno lots of lex luger beats, rick ross, jeezy, and many more artists are incorporating this tubular or wavy synth into their beats. Typically used for suspenseful or evil type beats. Soundtracks. But ya, I feel u. I gotta kno too. Get back to me if ya ever find out.
I put on I put on I put on I put on for my city, on-on for my city I put on for my city, on-on for my city I put on for my city, on-on for my city I put on for my city, on-on for my city When they see me off in traffic, they say "Jeezy on some other shit" Send them pussy niggas runnin' straight back to the dealership Me, I'm in my spaceship, that's right, I work for NASA This FNH is not a fraud, call that bitch my bodyguard "Call that bitch your bodyguard?" Yeah, that's my bodyguard Wear a lot of jewelry, Young don't do security What's whiter than a napkin, harder than a dinner plate? If you want it, come and get it, you know I stay super straight Ran up in my spots and now I'm working out the Super 8 Know you niggas hungry, come and get a super plate Y'all sing happy birthday, yeah, I got that super cake Hundred karat bracelet, I use it like some super bait I put on for my city, on-on for my city I put on for my city, on-on for my city Put on (Eastside), put on (Southside) Put on (Westside), put on, let's go I put on for my city, on-on for my city I put on for my city, on-on for my city Put on (Eastside), put on (Southside) Put on (Westside), put on, let's go Hat back, top back, ain't nothin' but a young thug HKs, AK's, I need to join a gun club Big wheels, big straps, you know I like it super-sized Passenger's a redbone, her weave look like some curly fries Inside fish sticks, outside tartar sauce Pocket full of celery, imagine what she tellin' me Blowin' on asparagus, the realest shit I ever smoked Ridin' to that Trap or Die, the realest shit I ever wrote They know I got that broccoli, so I keep that Glock on me Don't get caught without one, coming from where I'm from Call me Jeezy Hamilton, flying down Campbellton So fresh, so clean, on my way to Charlene I put on for my city, on-on for my city I put on for my city, on-on for my city Put on (Eastside), put on (Southside) Put on (Westside), put on, let's go I put on for my city, on-on for my city I put on for my city, on-on for my city Put on (Eastside), put on (Southside) Put on (Westside), put on, let's go I put on I put on I put on I put on for my city, I put on for my I put on for my city, I put on for my city On I feel like it's still niggas that owe me checks I feel like it's still bitches that owe me sex I feel like this but niggas don't know he's stressed I lost the only girl in the world that know me best I got the money and the fame, man, that don't mean shit I got the Jesus on a chain, man, that don't mean shit 'Cause when the Jesus pieces can't bring me peace Yo, I need just at least, uh, one of Russell's nieces On, I let my nightmares go I put on everybody that I knew from the go I know hoes that was frontin' when they knew he was broke They say, "Damn, Yeezy Yeezy, you don't know us no more?" "You got that big fame, homie, and you just changed on me" You can ask big homie, man, the top so lonely I ain't lyin', so lonely I ain't lyin' Let me see what we have tonight (What we have tonight) I'm high as a satellite (Satellite) I see those flashing lights (Flashing lights) 'Cause every night, every night, I put on I put on for my city, on-on for my city I put on for my city, on-on for my city Put on (Eastside), put on (Southside) Put on (Westside), put on, let's go I put on for my city, on-on for my city I put on for my city, on-on for my city Put on (Eastside), put on (Southside) Put on (Westside), put on, let's go Let me see what we have tonight (What we have tonight) I'm high as a satellite (Satellite) I see those flashing lights (Flashing lights) 'Cause every night, every night Let me see what we have tonight (What we have tonight) I'm high as a satellite (Satellite) I see those flashing lights
This is actually an altered version of 'Eminence Front' by The Who 🤯 the speeds of the instruments changed and put some spacey effects and that chanting angels/demons thing.
Young jeezy put out instrumental. I am the. Street dream this beat. Steaming 🔥 coming from professor medina and pot of. Gold label and jay crazy records
