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Rip ma… love yu

Tyyy

0:46

This for u 0 ok

Uncle bobra is in my head again

No Diddy

A feeling of a medieval explorer, lost on a tropical island chilling under some palms alone watching the sea in a sunny afternoon breeze

Rip dad. 😢

Lady Gaga - Just Dance (2008) + Taio Cruz - Break Your Heart (2010) = Jason Derulo - In My Head (2009) 😊

A perfeição!

I just noticed he has 2 belts in this album cover. Who tf puts on 2 belts at once lol

Copyright free?

Rip Biggie Rip Tupac Rip Young Dolph Rip King Von Rip XXXTENTACION Rip Juice WRLD Rip Mac Miller Rip Takeoff Rip Proof Rip Big Pun Rip Michael Jackson Rip Pop Smoke Rip Lil Loaded RIP My Heart Because Im Thinking Abt them rn 😢

Empire State Of Mind is The Best Hip Hop Music By Jay Z Ft Alicia Keys And I Love This Song Because I Love it and The Best Song Ever and Yes Memories. New York City East Coast. 🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸

1:26-1:36 that synth is LAYEREDDD 🔥im sent to another dimension

First 40 seconds is an absolute banger

Love música 💓😍

🗽🗽🗽🗽🗽👏🏿👏🏿👏🏿👏🏿👏🏿👏🏿👏🏿

I made my daughter to this album in 2010 lol

Need dis 3:10

"Homeless" Waiting here for you to call me For you to tell me that everything's a big mistake Waiting here in this rainfall, feeling so small This dream was not suppose to break I'm so sorry now for the pain I caused you Won't you please forgive, please? But you don't love me anymore You don't want me anymore And there's a sign on your door No vacancies, just emptiness Without your love, I'm homeless In this cold, I'm walking aimless Feeling helpless, without a shelter from the storm And in my heart, I miss you so much I'm missing your touch and the bed that used to be so warm I'm so sorry now for the pain I caused you Won't you please forgive, please? But you don't love me anymore You don't want me anymore And there's a sign on your door No vacancies, just emptiness Without your love, I'm homeless Oh, my baby, I'm sorry, sorry But you don't love me anymore You don't want me anymore And there's a sign on your door No vacancies, just emptiness Without your love, I'm homeless

I'm 38 years old. First heard this song yesterday while shopping at Walmart. Good song but the instrumental is where it's at

*Not* instrumental 🙄

Mommy I.. remember the times when I couldn’t see the light but u held me up high and I seen a star so bright I gave me the strength I need to believe why I had dought u clear my mind for what’s ahead somehow I know my journey jus begin I repent my sin torment from the skin but god gave me a chance to live ….agin I’ve been reborn in the favor of him I’m jus trying to raised my kid once I pray I know blessing will fall in my hands been that way since ….it could be my last, ask ain’t a choice to give always known I was a king take care of my people and my surrounding but not everyone gon a acknowledge what u do for them

for some reason, this makes me picture a winter night in the big city

Wow this is one of the best 🎉

❤

Rush Hour 2 brought me here Lol

Could you reupload the link please?

3:48

Can't no PNDM hold me down... kuda school now I know my duty

J'entends des cris dehors, j'entends des cris dedans Yeah Ouais, ouais, ouais, ouais, ouais Même si t'as tout fait pour les gens, à la moindre dispute, ils oublieront Déçu de ceux qui rampent, on veut d'la soupe, il faut des sous qui rentrent C'est l'souk, j'veux pas d'une zouz exubérante qui zouke Sinon j'devrais couper le souffle aux soupirants Ils m'supplieront d'les épargner mais j'suis pas économe Eh connards, laissez parler les vrais bonhommes Tu sais, tant qu'un frère a du cœur, j'ai rien à foutre de ses stats' On a passé l'stade de s'demander qui sait s'tape On s'estime et les doutes s'estompent J'suis pas assez stable, sista, cesse donc d'envier ces stars Au fond du trou, à part le ciel, tu veux qu'j'me tourne vers qui Envie d'repartir à zéro comme un converti Le traître négocie les trêves, le journaliste grossit les traits Comme un coké, que connait-il d'la philosophie des gosses illettrés Sait-il c'qu'il s'passe chaque fois qu'un petit s'fait renvoyer Connaît-il la souffrance de l'enfance de mes petites sœurs en foyer Comme mon homonyme, des cicatrices, j'en ai bezef Même avec les cordes vocales coupées, je serais un mec de parole J'me retourne dans mon lit en m'demandant si j'dois les baiser Vu qu'la nuit porte conseil, j'me lève avec le barreau Ouais, ouais, ouais, ouais, ouais, ouais J'suis prêt à les ken, t'as ma role-pa L'amour est mort en bas, ils m'auront pas Check Entends-tu les cris dehors parmi les crimes et les hors-la-loi Combien sont morts impatients devant l'horloge, moi J'suis qu'un passant qui te décrit ce décor-là J'me sens comme Maupassant quand il écrivait Le Horla J'entends les cris dehors parmi les crimes et les hors-la-loi Combien sont morts impatients devant l'horloge, moi J'suis qu'un passant qui te décrit ce décor-là J'me sens comme Maupassant quand il écrivait Le Horla J'me sens hypocrite, j'plonge dans les tentations volontairement (ouais) Un péché en plus, un billet en moins J'tue doucement la concurrence, tous habillés en noir On n'a pas l'temps d'attendre ton enterrement J'pense à ceux qu'on s'est mis à dos, j'vois mon seum s'émietter C'est mieux de s'aimer que sortir le semi-auto' On est tous responsables, en partie, du monde que l'on bâtit L'égoïsme et le manque d'empathie, tout le monde en pâtit C'qu'on vole, on le reperd, de quoi tomber pour recel dans le repère Dans la jungle urbaine, sous tenue camouflage pour qu'on me repère J'ai percé en indé', j'suis frais C'monde est régi par des chiffres et, pour comprendre, faut déchiffrer Ton patron t'a jeté, tu galères pour t'acheter Les nouvelles paires en étant berné par les reportages télé Tu vis dans un monde où l'État peut te piller ou t'épier T'as pigé, en regardant un dollar, garde un œil sur tes billets J'suis comme Broly, j'deviens paro dès qu'ça parle de carotte Pour un taro exceptionnel, un type peut t'sectionner la carotide Direct au cimetière, y a pas de sot métier, sauf flic Si y avait pas d'trafic, y aurait qu'des émeutiers Pour ça qu'ils laissent faire, ouais Hey, t'as ma role-pa (bah ouais) L'amour est mort en bas, ils m'auront pas (non, non, non, non, non, yeah) Entends-tu les cris dehors parmi les crimes et les hors-la-loi Combien sont morts impatients devant l'horloge, moi J'suis qu'un passant qui te décrit ce décor-là J'me sens comme Maupassant quand il écrivait Le Horla J'entends les cris dehors parmi les crimes et les hors-la-loi Combien sont morts impatients devant l'horloge, moi J'suis qu'un passant qui te décrit ce décor-là J'me sens comme Maupassant quand il écrivait Le Horla J'entends des cris dehors Ouais Ouais, ouais Ouais, ouais, ouais, ouais

abril 2023 listen great song instrumental

I love this song ❤

Yeah Yeah, I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca Right next to De Niro, but I'll be hood forever I'm the new Sinatra, and since I made it here I can make it anywhere, yeah, they love me everywhere I used to cop in Harlem, hola, my Dominicanos (dímelo) Right there up on Broadway, brought me back to that McDonald's Took it to my stashbox, 560 State Street Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons whippin' pastry Cruisin' down 8th St, off-white Lexus Drivin' so slow, but BK is from Texas Me, I'm out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie Now I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with me Say what up to Ty-Ty, still sippin' Mai Tais Sittin' courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high five Nigga, I be Spike'd out, I could trip a referee (come on, come on, come on) Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from In New York (ayy, ah-ha) (uh, yeah) Concrete jungle (yeah) where dreams are made of There's nothin' you can't do (yeah) (okay) Now you're in New York (ah-ha, ah-ha, ah-ha) (uh, yeah) These streets will make you feel brand new (new) Big lights will inspire you (come on) (okay) Let's hear it for New York (you're welcome, OG) (uh) New York (yeah), New York (uh) (I made you hot, nigga) Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game Shit, I made the Yankee hat more famous than a Yankee can You should know I bleed blue, but I ain't a Crip though But I got a gang of niggas walkin' with my clique though Welcome to the melting pot, corners where we sellin' rock Afrika Bambataa shit, home of the hip-hop Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla back For foreigners it ain't fair, they act like they forgot how to act Eight million stories, out there in the naked City is a pity, half of y'all won't make it Me, I got a plug, Special Ed, "I Got It Made" If Jeezy's payin' Lebron, I'm payin' Dwyane Wade Three dice Cee-lo, three-card Monte Labor Day Parade, rest in peace Bob Marley Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade (come on, come on, come on) Long live the king, yo, I'm from the Empire State that's In New York (ayy) (uh, yeah) Concrete jungle (yeah) where dreams are made of There's nothin' you can't do (that boy good) (okay) Now you're in New York (uh, yeah) (Welcome to the bright lights, baby) These streets will make you feel brand new Big lights will inspire you (okay) Let's hear it for New York (uh) New York (yeah), New York (uh) Lights is blinding, girls need blinders So they can step out of bounds quick, the sidelines is Lined with casualties, who sip the life casually Then gradually become worse, don't bite the apple, Eve Caught up in the in-crowd, now you're in style Into the winter gets cold, en vogue, with your skin out City of sin, it's a pity on a whim Good girls gone bad, the city's filled with them Mommy took a bus trip, now she got her bust out Everybody ride her, just like a bus route "Hail Mary" to the city, you're a virgin And Jesus can't save you, life starts when the church end Came here for school, graduated to the high life Ball players, rap stars, addicted to the limelight MDMA got you feelin' like a champion (come on, come on, come on) The city never sleeps, better slip you an Ambien In New York (ayy, oh) (uh, yeah) Concrete jungle where dreams are made of There's nothin' you can't do (okay) Now you're in New York (uh, yeah) These streets will make you feel brand new Big lights will inspire you (okay) Let's hear it for New York (uh) New York (yeah), New York (uh) One hand in the air for the big city (uh) Street lights, big dreams, all lookin' pretty (uh) No place in the world that could compare (nah) Put your lighters in the air everybody say "Yeah, yeah" (come on, come on, come on) "Yeah, yeah" (I'm from New York) In New York (uh, yeah) (ohh) Concrete jungle where dreams are made of There's nothin' you can't do (okay) Now you're in New York (uh, yeah) These streets will make you feel brand new Big lights will inspire you (okay) Let's hear it for New York (uh) New York (yeah), New York (uh)

This song while going 185mph on a bike , hits diffrent

In ney York Ik u see me ballin

RIP Uncle Richard.

Rip to all gone souls..

São Paulo, NYC, London, Singapour and Tokyo: the same heart around thé world

Better than the original imo, love this song ❤

was raised in queens /, was born in Harlem /, now I'm down in Georgia dancing with the devil came back home / I’ll be hood forever /I'm the new Sinatra / just gotta get to mine DeNiro/ since I made it here /I can make it anywhere, yeah, they love me everywhere / rocking out these nikes / I used to cop nicks in Harlem/ hola to my Puerto Rican / Right there up on Broadway brought me back to them younger days / use to go down on 116th street / use to be my dope house / Catch me in the kitchen like a Martha whippin' up pastry / I'm out in Bed-Stuy,/ met a fine bitch with some thick thighs/ home of that boy Biggie / get her saying baby baby / thinking about sitting on that court side / sipping on that Henny watching the knicks and bulls play / you could tell my attitude where I’m definitely from / In New York (ayy, ah-ha) (uh, yeah) jungle boys /walking on concrete floors where dreams are made of /nothing we can’t do / their no key to the streets but a home key / silence away from the noise like in these streets / unless we allow them in like the streets / catch me at the bx with OG smoking out of these spliffs / she thought I would bleed blue but I ain’t crip love / color i rep is white red and blue damn big pun we gotta punish her / I know gang of niggah but I rather walk alone with my pole like billy the kid then Clyde got caught with a snake and A hoe that always wanna try new things /star always shinning on the amour of boys that they think can be there king that blinding, girls need blinders and safe / so they could loosen / so they step out of the sidelines let down pride / it becomes worse did eve eat the apples who really leads / Caught up in the in-crowd, fall to winter while leaf fall / End of the winter gets cold / her skin out/ city of the sin / good girls gone wild / mommy took a different route / he play a tune she went looney tune / now she got her bust out / everybody was trying to hop on her like bud route / Hail Mary she keep taken the food right out my mouth / to the city is she a virgin / church open doors to people who putting a buck / Jesus is alive then show me the light / my city never sleeps just as Jesus walks out his sleep so watch my city grind to night to morning morning to night / stop the looting / stop the shooting / no vanity / got the logic of Ebonics / damn her body is Ebonic / she collection of paradox’s / beauty queens keep your tiara high never let them fall

Only play Hot Issue - Icons at my funeral.

Loveeee this song

I'm glad that Jason and his team made this approach different without copycatting but by following his music influences and adding more beats/expanding/exploring

23 Bumpin

Jeff Adopt me

Big Belly Man

The music was a "RIP OFF" from The Police- Every Breath You Take! This sounds more depressing and dying than the original. #WhenArtistsRunOutOfCreativity

The Verve's legacy will go on to live forever