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Bài hát Old Town Road (Remix) - Lil Nas X, Billy Ray Cyrus. Yeah, I'm gonna take my horse to the old town road. I'm gonna ride 'til I can't no more. I'm gonna take my horse to the old town road. I'm
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Bài hát Rodeo (feat. Nas) - Lil Nas X, Nas. Daytrip took it to ten (Hey). Chorus Lil Nas X. Oh, here we go, please let me know. Off we go, don't leave me in the cold. Verse 1 Lil Nas X. If I took
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Intro Lil Nas X. (D-D-Daytrip took it to ten, hey). Baby back, ayy, couple racks, ayy. Couple Grammys on him (Ah, ooh), couple plaques, ayy. That's a fact, ayy (Ah, ooh), throw it back, ayy. Throw it
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Intro. 42nd street terminal. . Verse 1 Nas. Yo, yo, I live it and I speak it. My religion is reefer. Big money in most, an uninhibited freak to sleep with. My visions are realistic, nothing's
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Intro. 42nd street terminal. . Verse 1 Nas. Yo, yo, I live it and I speak it. My religion is reefer. Big money in most, an uninhibited freak to sleep with. My visions are realistic, nothing's
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what you make it, suicide, few try to take it. Belt tied around their neck in jail cells naked. Heaven and hell, rap legend, presence is felt. And of course N-A-S are the letters that spell. NAS, NAS
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Song Hustlers. Artist Nasf. Dre, he a Compton-Compton O. G. Nas, he a QB-QB true G. Do the history. Way before The Firm, like back in the day. Nas was the first New York nigga rappin' with Dre. So
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Title Back When. Artist Nas. The ill reminisce and think about the fly days. Nothing like them 80s summer N. Y. days. Hop on the NB5 days. Mopeds, Pro Keds, city split five ways. How it all started
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Title Back When. Artist Nas. The ill reminisce and think about the fly days. Nothing like them 80s summer N. Y. days. Hop on the NB5 days. Mopeds, Pro Keds, city split five ways. How it all started
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Kids. I know I can (I know I can). Be what I wanna be (be what I wanna be). If I work hard at it (If I work hard at it). I'll be where I wanna be (I'll be where I wanna be). Nas. Be, B-Boys and girls
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Title The Don. 00;20. 00Artist Nas. Yea. yea. Smoking a escubano, guzzle my second bottle. Hope I don’t catch a homo (homicide). Grossing our net. Simultaneously making me climb higher, heinous
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). Verse 1 Lil Nas X. I got the horses in the back. Horse tack is attached. Hat is matte black. Got the boots that's black to match. Ridin' on a horse, ha. You can whip your Porsche. I been in the valley
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Verse 1 Lil Nas X. Every song, every dream filled with hell from beyond. As I'm sinking, I relive the story. Every try, every breakthrough, and every cry. As I'm sinking, I relive the story. Chorus
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and the friends we call them oowops. He said nas, niggaz cold be bustin' off the roof. So I wear a bullet proof and pack a black tres-deuce. He inhailed so deep, shut his eyes like he was sleep
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cremated, took his ashes, and then made it to a Diamond ring. Now he watches his son shine everyday. I just thought about that, while I sit here ashing in this ash tray, yea. Title Blunt Ashes . Artist Nas
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the hood, they like, 'Hey Nas'. Blowin' on purp', reflectin' on they lives. Couple of fat cats, couple of A. I. 's. Dreamin' of fly **** instead of them gray skies Gray 5's, hatah's wishin' our reign
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network said "Nas go and get ya kid". She's on Twitter, I know she ain't gon post no pic. Of herself under dressed, no inappropriate *, right. Her mother cried when she answered. Said she don't know
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that or die, I wanted peace of mind. And all I seen was selfish cowards, under they breath. Saying "why did Nas trust her?, but look at yourself, speak louder bro. You live with your babymoms and
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network said "Nas go and get ya kid". She's on Twitter, I know she ain't gon post no pic. Of herself under dressed, no inappropriate *, right. Her mother cried when she answered. Said she don't know
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Bài hát Scoop - Lil Nas X, Doja Cat. I been workin' on my body. You ever seen a nigga hit pilates? (Ah). No, I ain't feelin' sorry. Been in the kitchen bumpin' NASARATI. ***, I been in the crib goin
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and on and. Know'm sayin'? Big Nas, Grand Wizard, God, what is it?. (It's like. ) Haha, you know what I'm sayin'?. Yo, go ahead and rip that ***, dun!. Verse 1. I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly
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Bài hát Troubeaux - Jennifer Lopez, Nas. Does love is a danger price. But I kinda like the thrill. It’s like a sugar rush. It’s only the way you make me feel. I didn't see you coming. But you broke
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righteous steps. Deep like The Shinin', sparkle like a diamond. Sneak a uzi on the island in my army jacket lining. Hit the Earth like a comet, invasion. Nas is like the Afrocentric Asian, half-man, half
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Man Singing & Humming in Foreign Language. . Intro Nas. They wanna shine on 'em. Shine on 'em x7. Yeah. . Verse 1 Nas. They dug me out the soil in the Mines of the Motherland. Now I'm
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Verse 1 Nas. My niggaz got scarred grills. Skully hats and gats be fullys. Brrrat, cars peel, the East Coast cartel. Rats get their tails snapped and trapped. The snitches in the streets and the
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Yeah, long live the idols, may they never be your rivals. Pac was like Jesus, Nas wrote the Bible. Now what you're 'bout to hear's a tale of glory and sin. No I. D. my mentor now let the story begin
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Intro Nas. Yea, niggaz want to talk about this rap *. Niggaz want to talk about this money. About these cars, these homes, these labels. Clothes, sneakers, big money *. Now everybody tryin
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Nas. Queens get the money. Niggas still screaming, paper chasing. Where presidential candidates is planning wars with other nations. Over steak with Masons. Pregnant teens give birth to
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(Right. )(Right. ). Check me out y'all, Nasty Nas in your area. About to cause mass hysteria. . Nas. Before a blunt, I take out my fronts. Then I start to front, matter of fact, I be on a
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Bravehearts Uh, uh, uh, now let's get it all in perspective. For all y'all enjoyment, a song y'all can step wit'. Y'all appointed me to bring rap justice. But I ain't Five-O, y'all know it's Nas
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Song Carry On Tradition. Artist Nas. Yea, niggaz want to talk about this rap *. Niggaz want to talk about this money. About these cars, these homes, these labels. Clothes, sneakers, big money *
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, Nas relate, fly estates. Fine wines and diamonds, crembole on da plate. And yall girls relate so put yo hands up. And what, tell the mutha fucka to man up You's a grown' ass man. Dawg you can't even
