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Video: Pusha T ft Rick Ross - Millions
Pusha T acompañado de Rick Ross presenta ¨Millions¨ su nuevo videoclip.
Video: Marques Houston - Speechless
Y el artista de R&B Marques Houston nos presenta su mas reciente produccion audivisual ¨Speechless¨ lo que es una antesala a su proximo album Famous.
Girl you are the definition of a real woman
how can be harder when you be hope let’s just hope it
that I don’t really try to cope with bad girl
I want you to know that I need you
when you..with you
you look what you did to me,
beauty is cut me off
I know that I’m going crazy
Girl you got me speechless, speechless,
speechless, speechless, speechless, speechless,
Speechless, speechless, speechless, babe
So baby, I need your patience
’cause I need time to think what I’m gonna say to you
because the next time that we meet I wanna be so prepared
’cause girl I got a problem and I just gotta get over it
’cause whenever I’m with you I face up
look what you do to me, the beauty got me all above
‘Cause girl you got me speechless, speechless,
speechless, speechless,
oh you got me speechless,
speechless, speechless, speechless.
Oh baby I’ma do my best to get close to you
sure the perfect woman for me yeah
I wanna love my..I’m not gonna lose
Every time I’m with you a freeze, I freeze up girl
beauty is got me all tarara
got me squeeze like speechless, speechless,
got me speechless, speechless, speechless,
Tururu, speechless, speechless,
Tu tu tu, speechless.
Video: 50 Cent - Financial Freedom
Y en conmemoración al decimo aniversario del lanzamiento del disco ¨Get Rich Or Die Trying¨ 50 Cent nos presenta su nuevo videoclip ¨Financial Freedom.¨
[Verse 1]
Nigga, this is not a fictional tale, this shit real
Who’s sittin’ in the Bookings? Charged, direct sale
Third shootout… who was fightin’ for positions?
Shell casings out my 9 flyin’ through your mama kitchen
Paper we stack it, yeah, pistols we pack it
You fuck around, we’ll blow your heart out the back of your jacket
Bitch, get down or lay down, my work is that chach
‘Cause he got big, now he lieutenant so he sit there and watch
I swear to God I think I had the same vision that K had
Woke up sayin’ “we gon’ turn them corners to Baghdad”
Yeah, we was young, but we had guns, we started juxing niggas
All you hear is Boo-Boo fuckin’ with them Brooklyn niggas
I had supreme schemes, call it Wall thoughts
Start shootin’, I bet I’ll clear off the ball court
I want it all, that’s just how I fuckin’ feel, boy
Get in the way, you gon’ take you a trip to Deramores
[Hook]
I’m dreamin’ of…
My dream of freedom…
Financial freedom
[Verse 2]
This is to big bags of bread and some coke, nigga
You can get with the program, fam’ll get smoked, nigga
We was a school of sharks - a bunch of young soldiers
Open your head when you’re half dead – you see? I told you
On the island, got that burner, got the flamethrower
A couple niggas got blown, I got my name known
Over the phones, soon as I’m home, the game’s sewn
I got connections – look, bitch, I’m connected
And I ain’t givin’ niggas no passes, so respect it
Or get dealt with, I’ll break you off proper
You ready to die, huh? Too much Big Poppa
Easy – nigga chill or get laid out
I’ll put a hole in you then find out what your gang ‘bout
I do my dirt, I’m hardly ever by my lonely
I got that tech with that cooling system on me,
You think you want it, you don't want it with me homie
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
We stackin’ paper ‘til we strong then we takin’ over
Grab a gat, bring the crack back with baking soda
Bridge the gap, get slapped, actin’ like you know us
North Pole, nah, Southside produce the colas
We’re the last of our litter, this is what they taught us
We’ve got to kill what we eat, that nigga came up on us
If you ain’t gamblin’, get the fuck out the spot, boy
Shoot an ace off your foot, that’s some shit you should get shot for
Fuck it, when I win I’m a winner – when I lose, I’m a winner
‘Cause to my niggas y’all niggas lookin’ like steak dinner
You screw your face the fuck up, you goin’ through what?
The strap big enough in my truck to chew your crew up
Nigga stand down or get manned down
Mack, two clips, 30 rounds plus 30 rounds, flip it around
You gon’ fuck around and get jammed up, blammed up
Hit your spine, a standup nigga can’t even stand up
[Hook]
Video: Joey Bada$$ ft. Big K.R.I.T. & Smoke DZA - Underground Airplay
Desde las calles de la Usa llega JJoey Bada$$ acompañado de Big K.R.I.T. & Smoke DZA - con su mas reciente videoclip ¨Underground Airplay¨
[Intro]
For the underground…
[Verse 1: Joey Bada$]
What you lookin’ at? I’m with the Crooklyn pack
Don’t front, we brought Brooklyn back
You know where my lines is where the hookers at
One punchline outshine before I show ‘em where the hook is at
Where you at? Pro Era info, you could book us at
We snot-nosed, just don’t forget where the boogers at
Brown skin, curly hair, tell ‘em J-Boogie’s back
I be too blic
Insane in the membrane from the empire
But I keep my mind in the pen state
Niggas wanna know how I keep my pen straight?
Damn straight, how they tryna bite off of my template?
Based off they sentences
No, they ain’t got good penmanship
That get you clapped like an assembly
And that’s all that I was sent to say
Let’s get a offer ‘fore SOPA try to censor me
They provoked in the Mensa, intensely
Niggas thought they could relax but look tense to me
That’s all I was sent to say
Let’s get a offer ‘fore SOPA try to censor me
They provoced in the Mensa, intensely
Niggas thought they could relax but look tense to me
[Verse 2: Smoke DZA]
I walk around Harlem blocks, pockets full of knots
Niggas try to jock cause I smoke the best pot
Road trips, I let my young chick rock
Hold the work for a nigga slide at the rest stop
Hungry like a nigga fresh out
Sippin’ medicated punch, someone dapped out
Scribble my name, “X” your name out
Fuck off me, turpentine’ll get the stain out
Nigga my name ring bells from Wellington to Belgium
You get your passport stamped seldom
Fuck around, kids you’re welcome
Washed ‘em up before the bell rung
Fuck your premonitions, my proposition to the opposition is…
Get down and lay down or pop up missin’
George Kush, when it’s war, I’m firin’
Money on your head, nigga, change your mind
[Verse 3: Big K.R.I.T]
Hey, let me ride, woah – let me rap a taste
We cut them corners like stoners ’til they evaporate
I had to break, no longer dancin’ by the rhythm
A plunder suction of suckers, smoke, fuck it, I had to kill them, you know
Niggas ain’t fucking with Cinematic
Half of these niggas ain’t even average
How is it the word classic gets tossed around?
But fuck them critics, I do this shit here for the underground
Bubble hotter than multi lava that burn their summers down
Itty bitty tittie sucker – where them hoes you claim you fuckin’?
All up on my jock again, I get around like Pac and ‘em
Slammin’ sushi rolls tied with teryaki paint
I chop stick her dim sum enter the dragon
Sure enough, locusts, the grasshoppers is plenty
They peep my technique, but can never ever beat the sensei
Shogun, try me nigga, I know some, word to son
I crush they vertebras, my verbal play can weigh a ton
Elephant been in the room
They can’t decipher for the life of many biters that challenge how we still consume
Cyphers of so many writers are like us are surely doomed
A king remembered in time, I thought you knew
Bitch…
[Outro]
For the underground…
Video: Future ft Snoop Dogg - Homicide
Una de las revelaciones del 2012 Future nos presenta el videoclip de lo que fue su presentacion en vivo acompañado de Snoop Dogg.
Letra:
[Hook: Future and Snoop Dogg]
You say you wanna take a ride? Get in
I grew up on that other side, getting it in
You niggas selling a bunch of pies, snatch a Benz
I heard you say it's going down, I'm going in
Go tell 'em it's a homicide (murder)
Go tell 'em it's a homicide (murder, murder)
Go tell 'em it's a homicide (murder, murder)
Go tell 'em it's a homicide, ya ya
[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
Fighting, shooting, killing, riding
Cripping, tripping, spitting fye
In the kitchen, baking pies
Taking mines, making mines
Yellow tape, black gun
Fill it with them hollow shells
And leave the scene bloody
Buddy can't nobody tell
Catch a plane to the ATL
Lay low in a cheap motel
Whatever suits ya
And get a few thangs from my cousin Future
Now I'm back on and popping like
Trapping, rapping in the cut
Talk shit, I fuck you up
They don't recognize who I am or where I'm from
So I hit the strip club banging 20 Crip cuz
Treble with the bass, put that thang up in yo ?shavening?
And leave yo body bleeding on the pavement
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Future]
How many will ride open up that fye
You gotta question a nigga standing next to you, cut him off
I grew up on the side you gotta make yourself a boss
Niggas'll shit on you any chance they get
Cross you out on a lick
If you ain't ready for the ending then quit
It's a dirty world, you gotta get your hands dirty
I'm going for the title with my hands on the rifle
I put in the same work you put in, survival
Looking at my rival, they looking suicidal
Keep them bodies off wax, I can spot a rat
Let the guitars play, bllaaat!
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Future]
Slang a bunch of packs, and go and snatch a Benzo
I played them streets as a young nigga, ain't never liked Nintendo
Them gangstas in the yard, them my motherfucking kinfolk
They'll kidnap you and yo broad (in broad) daylight, no pretendo
I grew up 'round a bunch of monsters, apply that pressure on ya
Be so scared for ya life, you call the police on ya
You ready say you ready
You gon' starve or you want fetti? Yo life'll change a second
Good or bad, don't open yo mouth, make sure you shut it
Ain't no telling who listening, make a wise decision
I'm from 'cross the tracks, like Boosie
If you ride, you better know who shooting
[Hook]
Video: Snoop Lion ft Angela Hunte - Here Comes the King
En esta ocasión les presentamos el mas reciente videoclip de Snoop Lion con la colaboración de Angela Hunte.
{Angela Hunte}
Show no fear, we made it clear
That the warriors are coming and we no play
We at war with the army of haters
And when we kill em we just smoke em like papers
Somebody get me my crown cause I'm feeling it now
You might be a lord but here comes the king
You might be a lord but here comes the king
{Snoop Lion}
Here I come a stepping inna the dance
Here I come a stepping inna the dance
Posted up the wall here inna mi stance
Posted up the wall here inna mi stance
We never fail, we only shine with brilliance
One king one faith one religion
And if you hear me come and join the revolution
One king one faith one religion
And if you hear me come and join the revolution
{Angela Hunte}
We at war with the army of haters
And when we kill em we just smoke em like papers
Somebody get me my crown cause I'm feeling it now
You might be a lord but here comes the king
You might be a lord but here comes the king
{Snoop Lion}
They gonna love me, call me black chutney
All gold chrome with the diamonds in the back
Lil homies in the front don't know how to act
Homie, we coming deep and you never see us smiling
10 million strong and it will rumble when we are riding
Two shots up for my Africans
Been around the world and back again
Feel so good gotta let me in
Power to the people let em kiss the ring
Bow, here comes the king
{Angela Hunte}
We at war with the army of haters
And when we kill em we just smoke em like papers
Somebody get me my crown cause I'm feeling it now
You might be a lord but here comes the king
You might be a lord but here comes the king
{Snoop Lion}
They know me in Japan and Pakistan
Ganja makes me lord of all the land
I'm royalty no need for me to wear a crown
Born a rebel then I became a man
I heard a voice, he said that I would understand
One king one faith one religion
And if you love me come and join the revolution
One king one faith one religion
And if you love me come and join the revolution
{Angela Hunte}
We at war with the army of haters
And when we kill em we just smoke em like papers
Somebody get me my crown cause I'm feeling it now
You might be a lord but here comes the king
You might be a lord but here comes the king
Video: Ace Hood ft Future & Rick Ross - Bugatti
Desde MMG nos presentan ¨Bugatti¨ el mas reciente videoclip del rapero Ace Hood acompañado de Future y Rick Ross.
Letra:
[Intro: Future]
We the motherfuckin best nigga
Ace Hood
Its Over, Future
[Hook: Future]
I come looking for you with Haitians
I stay smoking on good Jamaican
I fuck bitches from different races
You get money they started hating
I woke up in the new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
Niggas be hatin I'm rich as a bitch
100 K I spent that on my wrist
Two hundred thousand I spent that on your bitch
You and your model put that on the list
Oh there he go in that foreign again
Killin the scene bring the coroner in
Murder she wrote, swallow or choke
Hit her and go home and call her again
Woke up early morning, crib as big as a college
Smoke me a pound of the loudest
Whippin some shit with no mileage
Diamonds cost me a fortune
Them horses all in them Porsches
You pussies can't handle afford it
4,200 my mortgage
Ballin on niggas like Kobe
Fuck all you haters you bore me
Only the real get a piece of the plate
Reppin my city I'm runnin my state
Give me a pistol then run with the K's
Niggas want beef then I visit ya place Bang!
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
Yeah, and I'm at it again
There go that flow bringin tragedy in
Copped me a chain your salary spent
Niggas is sweepin them cavities in
Countin money, hourly trend
Rolling them skinny like Olsen twins
Niggas is squares, cabin and pens
Neck full of Gold Olympian shit
Neiman's, I'm blowing the check on they gear
Fall on some pussy then hop on the leer
Shot with them choppers back of the rear
Sak pase' them killers is here
Woke up early morning, mind is tellin me money
Paper, mula, pockets is fat as a tumor
Billionaire nigga no rumor
Livin my life off of tuna
Wanted with me I deliver the beef
Real niggas only enjoyin the feast
Pull up a seat, bon appetite
No Louboutins put that red on your feet Bang
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Photographs of dope boys, is all they taking
Finger prints on the Rolls Royce, is why they hatin'
Push a button on these broke boys, that's detonation
Walk a road to riches bare feet
I watch mama struggle now she livin' careifree
That's why I hustle for half a key that's 12 G's
I'm tryin' to bubble every summer a new LP
You gotta love me I got shooters out the D-League
Signin' bonus hit that man that's from dirty feet
Left in a puddle finger prints is on hundred mill
And what it is?
Ricky Rozay and Ace Hood, we hella Trill
Yeah
[Hook]
Video: DJ Kay Slay Ft Rick Ross, Fabolous, Nelly, T Pain and French Montana - About that Life
Y esta vez se reúnen DJ Kay Slay Rick Ross, Fabolous, Nelly, T Pain y French Montana para la producción del videoclip de ¨About that Life¨
DJ Kay Slay Ft. Fabolous, T-Pain, Rick Ross, Nelly & French Montana – About That Life Lyrics
on the sheets, i be straight stunting
you got the wrong keys, i ain’t who to start with
rise of the apes, now who you monkeys getting smart with?
[Hook:]
i’m bout that money, i’m bout that fetty
i’m down to get it by any means necessary
i’m bout that drama, i’m bout that stripe
now f-ck with me and with my team
and you gonn see
bitch i’m bout that life,
tryina get what i can get before these people give me credit
i’m alive, not tell them hatin ass niggas
that hatin on a nigga
quit your hatin, cause bitch i’m bout that life!
in love with the money, infatuated with coupes
imaculate living, money stack up to my roof
the baddest of womenm, purse matchin the boots
that’s the half you don’t wanna see what’s in that fuckin bag
pull it like a flip camp, first you aim it, then you fire
big hat smoke a nigga, i can get no higher
heroine in every bag she carry on
you niggas ain’t getting money, f-ck it, then carry on
them biggies…rich and fucking self made
ricky rose and my nigga kay slay
pound of purple green, 2 leader a piece price
i could flip a brick before a chick can blink twice, ah!
[Hook:]
i’m bout that money, i’m bout that fetty
i’m down to get it by any means necessary
i’m bout that drama, i’m bout that stripe
now fuck with me and with my team
and you gonn see
bitch i’m bout that life,
tryina get what i can get before these people give me credit
i’m alive, not tell them hatin ass niggas
that hatin on a nigga
quit your hatin, cause bitch i’m bout that life.!
Video: Gucci Mane - Servin
El extrovertido rapero Gucci Mane nos presenta su nuevo videoclip ¨Servin.¨
Descarga: Juelz Santana - God Will´n
LaRon Louis James (n. 18 de febrero de 1983), conocido artísticamente como Juelz Santana, es un cantante estadounidense de rap, afroamericano con origen dominicano. Comenzó su carrera en el grupo Draft Pick, pero no fue hasta el año 2000 cuando se convirtió en profesional, gracias a su participación en la canción Oh, boy junto a Cam'ron en el álbum de este último titulado S.D.E.
Esta es su mas reciente producción musical para descargar.
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Video: Jahndu - Junto A Ti
Y desde Medellín para el Mundo llega Jahndu con una excelente propuesta de Dancehall en español, les presentamos ¨Junto A Ti¨ el mas reciente videoclip del artista Dirige: Maracuya Films.
Video: Aerophon Crew - Consejo
Desde la Capital Colombiana llegan Aerophon Crew con su mas reciente videoclip ¨Consejo¨
escucha la letra y saca tus propias conclusiones.
Musica: Lucia Vargas - Vuelo Entre Recuerdos
Desde Boombawa HomeStudio les presentamos el primer sencillo de Naturaleza Suprema de Lucia Vargas - ¨Vuelo Entre Recuerdos¨
Video: More Haze - Se Calienta el Bloque
