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Freestyle (Letra)

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(50 cent Talking)
yeah nigga
yeah we gona smoke this mother fucka
right hear right
we gona smoke this shit
then im gon drink alot of water
so my P.O dont find out im smokin this shit
(50 cent)
Niggas wouldnt rob franky if they had the chance
wasnt coz of him it was coz of his man lance
now franky cut crack
lance saw the macks
and if fiends fuck with franks crack
lance cut the crack heads
he popped up
thought he was locked up?
came through stuntin with his wrist all rocked up
should have seen the smile missin a tooth
coop missin a roof
he like wat up fifty
im like wat up wit u
lance had a reputation that was well earned
plus he tought niggas how the shells burn
out there in red curn
at the dice game
he rolled a hand crack in the crack
im like nahhh i aint payin for that
us niggas shoot his back
niggas lookin at me crazy they shook
i dont give a fuck wko he shoy out in red hood
ask about bars bizzy was my mean
then they beat me ten grand sold my mack for seven grand
lance thirsty i can tell by his look
coz he look the way i look when i look for a drug
bitch mother fucker
team work work hard nigga
fifty cent tony yayo rotten aplle nigga

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Freestyle (Letra)

Iced Earth

Iced Earth

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Uh, uh, uh
Niggaz gettin trampled on, what’s all the fuss about?
Suckin my dick so hard, i’m bustin in they mouth
And then i snuff em out, four to the mid’, fuck what i did
With no regard for a bid, ripped you up, while you wit your kid
Slid into the shadows, cause i’m dark like that
I bark like that, jet black, but i spark like that
Where are they at, when i get thirsty, shit
Ain’t a nigga strong enough to stand the worst it gets
Bits, and pieces are all thats that left
Niggaz so scared to death, they hold they motherfuckin breath
Til i pass, cause they asked/assed, and i smelled em
The s-p-e-l-l-e-d t-h-e-m, i spelled em
To make me have to swell one, eye up, lump up one head
Catch a body with the shottie, pump up one dead
Red alert, niggaz is about to get hurt, do work
To skirts, like a jag on the merk, arf
Night time is the right time for creepin
Vandalize your crib, rape your wife while she’s sleepin
I been off the deep end, since i was semen
That’s why now, i’m such a motherfuckin demon!
Screamin, my bloody head off, shit on my mind i gotsta get off
Can’t even hold a joint, lest i let off
A couple of rounds, from the big three pound, seven
That’s about eleven hundred as of now
How-can-one-man-kill-so-many-and
The-sin-be-plenty-before-the-age-of-20 *sing-song like nice and smooth*
Life ain’t worth a penny in, my book faggot
That’s why i took faggot shit, i’m a crook faggot
Fat loops leather jackets, i bag it, along with
The jewels smackin tools out the hands of fools
On the strength that they don’t know what they holdin
Niggaz caught me tail end cause the weight that i be sewin
Shit up cause i get up, off my ass and skate
Makin more moves than u-haul, from state to state
I speak the great, and if a nigga tells you different
You turn around you ask the nigga, "the fuck is you be sniffin?"
Cause when it come to riffin, i am the riff raffin
Gots to say nuttin, niggaz know they get had

Motherfucker, funk flex, volume three, the final chapter
Ruff ryders, irv gotti, def jam..
Right here, where my dogs at?
Got them all for you baby i got them all
I gots them all..

Freestyle (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

[mcgruff]
I want fast cash, slow dough’s a no-no
And livin so-so, flip coco, dippin from po-po
Clippin fo-fo, sippin alize and mo-mo
Ro’ glow, incognito, on the low-low
Puff ‘dro slow, bulletproof, vest and hat
On my waist, rest my gat, shut your trap
Threat the rap, watch yo, begets get yapped
Harlem world’s where i rest my bat
Before the rap was on the map
Nigga, gettin freshin crack
Get them stacked, kept the mack, accept the fact
You see me, protect ya back
Throw you in the dope fiend, watch your neck go crack
Let’s go back, when i used to chess, go chat
Give me your dough stack, nigga, plus the fresh go-lack
Let me hold that, me hold that, me hold that, me hold that

Freestyle (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Kids coming up from the alleys not like the valleys
Southtown san diego rats out here in cali
So cal with the crew to show’em how
You like me now, with the sound straight underground
Putt’n it down, lift up this jewel that i have found
And pass it around, flowing against the crowd
Hip-hop hardknox rhym’n soon as the tune drops
Negative small talks, homie star kick’n rocks
And thake it all down the blocks where it belongs
A demo of songs but they wouldn’t put me on
Thought i was gone, too late, but who’s to say
My pockets are empty and i got dues to pay
(b section)
To the tic tock you don’t stop
To the tic tock you don’t quit, hit it

Chorus
Freestyle, freak with the flava it’s the sure shot
Floss up the ave, when the spot gets hot
Still pay’n dues and knock’em out the box

That’s how it is homie like it or not
It’s bad enough late bills keep stacking up
No one ever told me that it would cost this much
So buckle up and come along for the ride
Catching the vibes and staying true to my tribe
I got mad love for the ones that still around
Knew you’d be down from the get-go here and now
You make me proud from the diapers to the grave
No masqurade, stayed the same like in the day
On day when we all get saved
We’re gonna change the world no matter what they say
And stay real playing what we feel
I’ll keep praying for you while you shoot to thrill

(b section)

Chorus

It’s been a long time
It’s been a long time com’n
Hated by many and loved by less
Hold the thresh, resurrected here in the west
Clinch the fist; dismiss the stereotype myths
Loose lips sing ships, then plead the fifth
You hated this, no reason you hated this
If you only know you’d be the first one to enlist
We come in love cause its just how we does
Fit the frame staying the same as it ever was

(b section)

Chorus

Freestyle (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

“freestylevanilla ice
Freestylin on the mic get in the go
Freestylin on the mic so let if flow
Freestylin on the mic get in the go
First on the microphonepsycho

Taking rappers like hot dice, like hot nights in vegas
Got says they hate us ‘cause they are f*****g with the greatest
Ni@@ers that pull gats and steal gats just like potatoes
Knowing they couldn’t break us or take us now fake us take us out – no doubt
Make us serve your ass with a teck
Making rappers bow down like the westside connect
I want the ice like cube, so i blast with the mac 10
But trust me, i’m throwing up the dub just like dub c
Plus we f***s it up on both coasts
Don’t show clouts when i rip shot, putt ni@@ers in zip lock
F*****g with this hip hop fanatics still automatic
Yes i smoke kryptonite, get it right, my s^^t is tight
Got wicked ways like mr. mike
Get the gauge in the night these ni@@ers running loose, get the bodies
These ni@@ers in khakis and not versace
Somebody should have told you, son it’s on like that
With the ice man bitch and i am gone like that

Freestylin on the mic get in the go
Freestylin on the mic so let it flow
Freestylin on the mic get in the go
And next on the microphone c-note

I got some bidnezthat i gotta handle
S^^t is kinda risky but i’m gonna have to take the gamble
Ni@@ers they trying to plot a scheme on me
Double and triple teams on me
I’ll make them bleed for me
And that’s how it is going down
I won’t be satisfied until i see that ass six feet underground
Cause you f****d around and pissed the wrong brother off
You lied to yourself when you said i was soft
Now that’s a no no, with manhole i’ll formulate a plan yo
That will make your children bastards and your wife a widow
Trying to battle me that’s a sin
And be like toni braxton and you’ll never breath again
Cause i hit hard like thunder, straight from the under
Ground with the sound that will make stevie wonder
Hard, but let me continue
Serving mc’s like lettuce on the menu
Pound for pound up in this game to be the best
Back the f**k up off me motherf****r cause i’m stressed
You’ll wind up in a casket f*****g with me
You get your ass kicked – hit you harder than an accident

Lets get down to pleasure
And beat the kid out the treasure
Let me measure this here joint cause it’ll be nothing lesser
I’ll bet’cha that i’ll get it wide open like hostetler
Vanilla kobe surround all of you like kobe
And leave you in suspense like who done that
You checked with grandma
I’ll be the last man standing off lyrical stamina
I round up 100 mc’s in one city
Knock off 99 and a half
And that leaves a half that wanna face me
I’ll leave him face down in the dirt
Call the paramedics check the body for surgery with anesthetic
Total mass in a mass stocker, hit the creator
Set it off like michael meyers in a double feature
Feature funky rhymes that are hard to swallow
Send your ass until tomorrow, you’ll be hoping to escape the horror
Now pay attention to today’s lesson
And in for your possession
Recognize these freestyle confession
I’ll step aside a case like kojak giving up the evidence but i leave no
Fingerprints
Yo put the scrip off in a case like mattlock
Come bumpin on your block
And clean your ass up like dr. spock

Freestylin on the mic get in the go
Freestylin on the mic so let it flow
Freestylin on the mic get in the go
And next on the mic it’s the ice, so let it flow!

It’s the incredible party rocker, the heart stopper, hit dropper
Hypnotize you all like big poppa
Getting everybody blazed with the funky don’t stop
As i detonate the spot like oklahoma on your block
Like it will be the day that i don’t blow up any buildings
When you hear me boy gonna beat the microphone i’m killing
Registering 10 on the richter when i shake it
With the earthquake based my taste blowing out your woofers
Put you in a state of shock like mick and mike so get it right
Making is the night
Just to let you know my click is tight, right
We got women up front shaking ass
Just about stripping want to put on the glass
Pass the phat philly as i heat it up like chili
Put down the gun son, there is no need for the 9 milli
Got the meat for the barbecue so spark a few hops
Watch as i raid your spot like spartan infatruate your whole block

Freestyle (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

yo how you go from hard to soft sweet and
lame/
me and my thuggin niggas pack more heat than
flames/
and you heard what thump said tha bricks is
over/
you niggas is mo bitch than a chick when
sober/
ya whole team is softer than henny wit a
chase/
dont make me run up on ya block and put tha
semmi to ya
face/
its gansta i leave you niggas pickin up ya
teeth/
and tha banga might be small but its big enough to
speak/
know ya nigga felt it when i put two in his
shirt/
came back now he lookin at tha roof of tha
church/
talk shit and get a hot one stuck in ya
throat/
you on that bricktown shit what tha fuck is a
brote/
if i ever catch you in my hood reppin tha
bricks/
similar to LL i be wettin ya
lips/
im tha truth and thats tha
truth/
i got a game for tha bricks called duck duck
clap tha goose/
and that mean niggas rockin skii masks and
black jeans/
run through tha whole bricks like needles through
crakfiens/

Freestyle (Letra)

50 Cent

50 Cent

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

See their heads up in a cloud
Watch them follow what goes on
Through a little screen
Oh no, the picture’s gone
There is always something else to do
As long as it’s no tricky conversation
About the meaning of our lives
Or the reason why we pray before we die
I’m afraid I have to say that
All of this combined with me
Is very wicked chemistry

It might take a while, turn me on
Live freestyle, come on
Take your time, turn me on
Live freestyle, come on

Come on let your wallet be your witness
Put your feelings in a can
Idolize a common man and join the band
You might fall for that but
All of this combined with me
Is very wicked chemistry

It might take a while, turn me on
Live freestyle, come on
Take your time, turn me on
Live freestyle, come on…

Everywhere, picture you are dancing just like Fred Astaire
Close your eyes and feel the wind blow through your hair
And cool your perfect body and blow away the cross you used to bear

It might take a while, turn me on
Live freestyle, come on
Take your time, turn me on
Live freestyle, come on…