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dr.dre Ft. eminem - forget about dre

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1 dr.dre Ft. eminem - forget about dre
796 lectures
2 I am Ft. wu tang clan - la saga
272 lectures
3 eminem - pistol pistol ( remix )
173 lectures
4 Method man - cereal killa
187 lectures

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MP3 : - / Method man - cereal killa (-)

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  • Titre : Method man - cereal killa
  • Album : -
  • Année : 2008
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# Posté le dimanche 30 mars 2008 15:57

MP3 : the Re up / eminem - pistol pistol ( remix ) (-)

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  • Titre : eminem - pistol pistol ( remix )
  • Album : the Re up
  • Année : 2008
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# Posté le dimanche 30 mars 2008 10:43

N.W.A

Worlds Most dangerous group.
N.W.A
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# Posté le dimanche 30 mars 2008 10:40

MP3 : - / I am Ft. wu tang clan - la saga (-)

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  • Titre : I am Ft. wu tang clan - la saga
  • Album : -
  • Année : 2008

Paroles :

Yo, IAM, SUNZ OF MAN from the ROYAL FAM never ate ham, never gave a damn

Timbo King

In the begining there was darkness, then came light
I grab the mic to dis' your ass just for spite
What ? You can't fuck with the flows I bring
Watch the staff I swing
It's Timbo King, astonishing, I'm dramatic to the ear
Television tells lies to your vision
So, beware of the trick-nology set off to fool the mind
If you're dumb you're lost, if you're wise you will find
That poison is a devil substance made for scratch
'Cause one rotten apple destroys the whole batch you scratch
I throw jabs to your jaws so quick
You get bashed in the head with a stone face brick
We're thick like molasses, deeper than the earth's mantle
Royal take over, stampede, trample
Those who force kids tell lies to the youth
My grand child, my roots run deep is proof what ?

Akhénaton

A 17 ans je me suis fait une raison
J'étais un petit con, un nerveux, spasmophile
Baston et je frappais un coup de pied dans la table
Tout volait envenimé par la négativité
Tant d'échecs, tant de défaites
Ont forgé le mordant, pour encaisser les coups dans ma mentalité
Fauché, sans occupation, il n'y a pas pire
Je ne possédais rien et je voulais fonder un empire
J'ai persisté, dit des trucs vrais et ai été pisté
J'ai insisté et le groupe IAM a existé
Pour de bon, j'étais sincère
J'écris des vers pour mes pairs
Et il n'y a qu'eux qui flippent derrière
De l'attention, ils se foutaient, donc j'ai roulé pour ma poire
Comme le gaz, les intouchables phases de mes phrases
J'ai même changé d'avis pour la saga
C'est plus je revenais quand tu allais, j'y retournais

Prodigal Sunn

Yo, IAM, SUNZ OF MAN from the ROYAL FAM

Never ate ham, never gave a damn (x4)

Dreddy Krueger

I'm blowing niggaz out the frame
Now what's my motherfuking name [Dreddy Krueger]
I'm playing niggaz like a boy game
You can't fuck with the drunk Dreddy Krueger
Blaow ! Blaow !
Two slugs from my rugger and I move ya [move ya]
I write rhyme when I'm sober
Singing when I'm drunk
The Buddah Monk got the skunk
Yo, I smoke niggaz like kryptonite blunts
Dog bitches like soup, fucking up my stew, then yo
I step the gates and troop to see my nigga
The gza, who had my bulletproof [my bulletproof]
Vest for my chest to relieve some of my stress [stress]
And I'm safe from my neck to my waist
But still I gotta to worry about a nigga catching me in the face
And beat the case, just 'cause he had papes [papes]
[get it straight]

Prodigal Sunn

Yo, IAM, SUNZ OF MAN from the ROYAL FAM

Never ate ham, never gave a damn (x4)

Shurik'n

La route vers le but fixé est longue et périlleuse
Souvent bordée de tavernes aux enseignes lumineuses
Et c'est dur de résister à l'invitation
De rester posé sur le rail comme un wagon
Telle une flèche filer droit sur la cible
Ignorer les ragots est la seule solution possible
Le temps passe trop vite pour que j'y prête
Une attention quelconque, je sais qu'en fait
Tout le monde veut la même chose
Mais personne ne veut que tu l'obtiennes avant les autres
Pourtant, je roule pour moi, fils
Tant pis pour les autres si la médisance est leur hobby favori
Je suis sorti de cette période néfaste où
Tu te prélasses en attendant que tout se fasse
J'avance fort de mes expériences passées et je souris
En voyant ceux qui s'empressent d'y aller

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# Posté le dimanche 30 mars 2008 10:33

MP3 : tribute to dre / dr.dre Ft. eminem - forget about dre (2000)

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  • Titre : dr.dre Ft. eminem - forget about dre
  • Album : tribute to dre
  • Année : 2000

Paroles :

[Dr. Dre]
Y'all know me, still the same O.G., but I been low key
Hated on by most these niggaz wit no cheese, no deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys, no boats no snowmobiles, and no ski's
Mad at me cause I can finally afford to provide my family wit groceries
Got a crib wit a studio and it's all full of tracks to add to the wall full of plaques
Hangin up in the office in back of my house like trophies
Did y'all think I'ma let my dough freeze?Hoe please
You better bow down on both knees
Who you think taught you to smoke trees?
Who you think brought you the oldies?
Eazy-E's, Ice Cube's, and D.O.C's
The Snoop D-O-double-G's and the group that said mother-"Fuck Tha Police"
Gave you a tape full of dope beats to bump when you stroll through in your hood
And when your album sales wasn't doin too good who's the Doctor they told you to go see?
Y'all better listen up closely
All you niggaz that said that I turned pop, or The Firm floppedÂ
Y'all are the reason that Dre ain't been gettin no sleep
So FUCK Y'ALL, all of y'all; if y'all don't like me, BLOW ME!
Y'all are gonna keep fuckin around wit me and turn me back to the old me

[Eminem]
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin to say
But nothin comes out when they move their lips; just a bunch of gibberish
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin to say
But nothin comes out when they move their lips; just a bunch of gibberish
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre

[Eminem]
So what do you say to somebody you hate (What?)
Or anyone tryin to bring trouble your way?
Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way? (YUP)
Then just study a tape of N.W.A.!
One day I was walkin by, wit a Walkman on, when I caught a guy give me an awkward eye (What you lookin at?)
And strangled him off in the parkin lot, wit his Karl Kani

I don't give a fuck if it's dark or not
I'm harder than me tryin to park a Dodge when I'm drunk as fuck
Right next to a humungous truck in a two-car garage {*CRUNCH*
Hoppin out wit two broken legs, tryin to walk it off
"Fuck you too bitch, call the cops!"
I'ma kill you and them loud ass motherfuckin barkin dogs
And when the cops came through me and Dre stood next to a burnt down house
Wit a can full of gas and a hand full of matches
And still weren't found out (RIGHT HERE)
From here on out it's the Chronic 2
Startin today and tomorrow's the new
And I'm still loco enough
To choke you to death wit a Charleston Chew
Slim shady - hotter then a set of twin babiesin a Mercedes Benz wit the windows up when the temp goes up to the mid 80's
Callin men ladies; sorry Doc but I been crazy
There's no way that you can save me
It's okay, go with him Hailey (Da-da?)

[Eminem]
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin to say
But nothin comes out when they move their lips; just a bunch of gibberish
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin to say
But nothin comes out when they move their lips; just a bunch of gibberish
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre

[Dr. Dre]
If it was up to me, you muh'fuckers would stop comin up to mewit your hands out lookin up to me
Like you want somethin free
When my last CD was out, you wasn't bumpin me
But now that I got this little company
Everybody wanna come to me like it was some disease
But you won't get a crumb from me
Cause I'm from the streets of (Compton, Compton)
I told em all - all them little gangstasÂ
Who you think helped mold 'em all?
Now you wanna run around talkin bout guns like I ain't got none
What you think I sold 'em all?
Cause I stay well off
Now all I get is hate mail all day sayin Dre fell off
What cause I been in the lab wit a pen and a pad tryin to get this damn label off?


I ain't havin that; this is the millenium of Aftermath
It ain't gon' be nothin after that
So give me one more platinum plaqueand fuck rap!You can have it back
So where's all the Madd Rappers at?
It's like a jungle in this habitat
But all you savage cats, know that I was strapped wit gats when you were cuddlin a Cabbage Patch

[Eminem]
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin to say
But nothin comes out when they move their lips; just a bunch of gibberish
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin to say
But nothin comes out when they move their lips; just a bunch of gibberish
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre

[Eminem]
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin to say
But nothin comes out when they move their lips; just a bunch of gibberish
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre
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# Posté le dimanche 30 mars 2008 10:16

Modifié le dimanche 30 mars 2008 10:31