Nas - Purple Instrumental скачать видео бесплатно

Will Sc

you ain never been a paper chaserill wipe you out with ma 40 cal eraser hit u wit ma stapla take advantage of my trustyou must be broke some lames funnier then this joke i heard flippin you the birdmy woman n money speak for them selves ur bitch musty she belong on my shelvesI put in work on my block while you turnin to a cop Yea im white ill drop some bandz on some white get all off in the droubt without doubt money flowin good water spout im in the jungle feelin like tarzan all i see is greed n feinds off that tar n Xans

King Beastley

It reminds me a little of king kunta

xLaMarquis309

Can anyone let me know who produced this?

Kristopher Lorenzana

Blowing the green, no I ain't no phieneYo thing in life aint what it seemsI hear the screams, I hear the criesCries of the old school shit as my record player diesGotta get mine, gotta get moneyHear the cops then I'm runningSee these fake niggas frontin like they got somethinI don't fuck with flakes, fakes, how long will it take to shakeFrom this crazy dream, dodging lazer beams,Sights to the head, pull the trigger then he's dead5 shots of heavy led, bleeding out, bloody red

eZZ Doesit

Just spent a thousand dollars, getting laps from strippers/Was finna tear that pussy up, you know Jack the Rip-her/but the girl I really want has me stuck like jacket zippers/Another scotch pull my phone like should I hit her...Self concious bitter - man ain't you had enoughSo I Pour up, like Kevin Cost in Tin Cup/Seems I keep taking shots but still landing in the rough/Holidays tough, we always seem to reconnect/Wondering if I told her that I miss her, would that be too direct/My new girl tripping she ain't even get a text/Called her back all she said was go kick it with ya ex/Dancer took my last 20 and tucked it in her breast/Fucked the present and the past so I guess it's on to the next/

MultiSkittles777

We're out here struggling to make a living, mugging and thugging without forgiving, juggling puzzle some trouble from tosses of jobs around Thanksgiving, bosses force losses of food in kitchens, hard living being driven in the blair witch projects from being different, treating people like objects without description, popping medicine pills for evident thrills without prescriptions, no contest toward any hater alligators by means of progress, seen a little later with every rhymed line they spit seen as tornado non-sense, god tests those that want to fulfill the stipulation agreement of life and death blessed by concealing of weapons to kill you that evening while stepping near the great conquest, expect the worst to come through after a selected verse the grim reaping of rebirthed sons dressed to become tainted by devil's corrupting their flesh, nightmares never able to let their insomniac eyes rest, children losing their mothers without saying goodbye to the empty nest, migrating to the South in warmer times, today's headlines are not the yesterday's satisfaction but by propaganda of Time Warner cable crimes... 

notoreality

step one,no point to my rhyme,its done,for fun, a post signature,spread with a ligature,the minister of nonsense said after the contents,index & preface,the middle is gods grace, the ending immaculate cuz nothing is accurate."...eh ..doesnt feel perfect."

Arron Palmore

I did a verse to this song on my channel. I'd appreciate it if someone takes a peep at it.-Aero Sandhill

JakeMCGreen

Bound to PunchIf you Down to Front Jump Out at Once,I don't have time for "I Doubt It Cunts"who only About to Stunt,Fuck a Whack Rapperthe Last Matter - Kidnap Actors,Stand on a Hearse at the Church and Clap with Laughter,

PrinceValo

This color purple will make whoopi give me the pussy

Scott N

Hard nights hard strife's, just livin and dealin these corrupted feelins, underneath my trey 4 ceiling, times are hard in this economy, I can just flip a bird to my suicidal tendencies, I just live life to it's eloquencies, I don't know if I even spoke correctly, but my minds hazin off this ecstasy, of what I call Lager, you know I'm a shot caller, I call my own shots, but I don't shoot myself I have more to life than what is to offer, makin ends meet gotta meet with my inner being to heal these thoughts that are deceivin just got to keep believin that we can only hope for no islamic and palestinian bleedings from fires that won't cease,wars won't seize, planes flying into war zones, spying from government controlled drones, we can't gain a warrant to search the abhorrent nature of the computerized torrents, I wish we could implement stronger enforcement's, stealing these beats that Nas had one mic to murder the streets, send a virus like ebola coming to the states, we got to make sure we contaminate, we got to control the diseases we got to hear the medical reasons we got to heal the nation of each changing seasons, we got to not be trapped in the streets with tec 9's squeezins take a lesson from nostradamus's quatrains, he forseen the future to these Malaysian planes, crashin into pro russian separatist terrain, 

Etown killah

> AIR <

I3oomerTappy

On the side corners yo the hands get muddy/I've always been mysterious like a cancer study/Black hoodie, black boots and a handful of money/Without glass and sunnies, My life's not half as funny/But I still write, solid gold stuff, and at night yo my fucken bi-polar erupts/I tightly hold and clutch, myself with these nights being cold and such/But my emotions are leaking, through this heartless man I called myself once/And I can't take it, who could've told me what time I fumble/who could've told me that lives can crumble/I feel like I wild cat surviving these jungles/But in reality I have nothing but drugs and/It was stupid thinking I had money in abundance/I guess maybe I can relax in time/But I'm dwelling on my past with cash on my mind/Once handled nines but now it's bags over wine/Family don't care, what I wrote is a shutter/I'm too busy looking for dollar notes in the gutter.......

MIKE WING

its so beautiful

Zyxeos

Like nujabes

xtremeone4

animal cannibal, hannibal lector in ya sector, dissect ya/.. fill ya bloodstream wit morphine raps-How can ya call this whack?!! You need to hear my delivery an' how i flow it an thats that!!! saying that............( **YO YO LEMME CATCH THE BEAT AGAIN GUYS**AIIGHT**)...... Choo choo, you's doo doo, I see through, your pee-view! we boo dudes with dry souls, i'm lush like soul food/ i'm too rude, like looloo, shoo-shoo, I run through and gotsta add too - im the best rapper on youtube!

Apollo NineOne

sometimes all you got is music, alone at home go to where the food is, take a sip of juice and get to pen and paper abusin. Infusin weed and rhymes in the dead of night, loosin sleep but gainin 50-odd lines that have been perfected by the human eye. I move forward in time, a step ahead of digital, lyrical syllables literally formin in the physical, tearin out your speakers and formin features to speak with its like I made my own a miracle, pure original but still leave a trace of burnin flames, same shit different day, still blazein with the same faces in the same places on a regular basis, not that am complain my state of mind purple!

deman104

i dont even come to rap on this, i just listen for the pleasure of my ears

Barrio Dogg

Mayne this shit is wack, i have da biggest sack, than all yall that rap. Ima hit ya in da mouf, put da gun to ur head, swuueez nnjvffhnfhkdsdcrjobedsch. Caca popoo .. caca!!! WAKA FLAKA CAKA!! ME DUELE MI VERGA. CHINGA TU MADRE PENDEJOS, ME LA MAMAN PENDEJOS I HOPE YALL FKB DIE IN A FIRERY CAR ACCIDENT BITCHES!!

Phillip Carpenter

All i got to say about this is this shit is DOPE!!!!!!!! 10 thumbs up!

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