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Des paroles ou pochettes rap US assez trash / violentes / etc.

Dernière réponse : dans Le Bistrot

RBCmax SecondEdition a écrit
oué mé si c pr une dissert ou quoi ce serait pas représentatif de prendre les grosses merdes :o 


spa pour moi, cai pour kk1 ki cherche des pochettes ki confirment le cliché de certaines ziks, et comme la personne est a fond dans le metal bin elle cherche pour d'otre ziks maintenant [:spamafote]

sigeanie a écriteminem. tous ses albums

tu as aussi snoop, dr dre...

et aussi lil kim :) 


:/  mouais y a kan meme bien plus violent sige ;) 

on me parle de rap hardcore je pense a mop [:spamafote] et dmx :D 

snoop et dre il parle bcp bcp de nana et de gangster ;) 

labynocle a écrit

:/  mouais y a kan meme bien plus violent sige ;) 

on me parle de rap hardcore je pense a mop [:spamafote] et dmx :D 

snoop et dre il parle bcp bcp de nana et de gangster ;) 
oui je sais mais g dit ce ki me passait apr la tete avant de chercher :) 

[whistling]

[Chorus 2x: Ludacris]

Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way

[Ludacris]
OH NO! The fight's out
I'ma 'bout to punch yo...lights out
Get the FUCK back, guard ya grill
There's somethin' wrong, we can't stay still
I've been drankin' and bustin' two
and I been thankin' of bustin' you
Upside ya motherfuckin' forehead
And if your friends jump in, "Ohhh gurrlll", they'll be mo' dead
Causin' confusion, Disturbin Tha Peace
Since not into lution', we run in the streets
So bye-bye to all you groupies and golddiggers
Is there a bumper on your ass? NO NIGGA!
I'm doin' a hundred on the highway
So if you do the speed limit, get the FUCK outta my way
I'm D.U.I., hardly ever caught sober
and you about to get ran the FUCK over

[Chorus]

[Mystikal over second chorus]
BITCH! Watch out, watch out, watch out
BITCH! Watch out, watch out, watch out, move

Here I come, there I go
UH OH! Don't jump bitch, move
You see them headlights? You hear that fuckin' crowd?
Start that goddamn show, I'm comin' through
Hit the stage and knock the girlies down
I fuck the crowd up - that's what I do
Young and successful - a sex symbol
The bitches want me to fuck - true true
Hold up wait up, shorty
"Oh wazzzupp, get my dick sucked, what are yoouu doin'?"
Sidelinin' my fuckin' bussiness
Tryin' to get my paper, child support soon
Give me that truck and take that rental back
Who bought these fuckin' T.V.'s and jewelry bitch, tell me that?
No, I ain't bitter, I don't give a fuck
But i'ma tell you like this bitch
You better not walk in front of my tour bus

[Chorus]

[I-20 over second chorus]
Bring it, get 'em

Too bad I'm on the right track
Beef, got the right mack
Hit the trunk, grab the pump pump, I'll be right back
We buyin' bars out, showin' scars out
We heard there's hoes out, so we brought the cars out
Grab the peels cuz we robbin' tonight
Beat the shit outta security, we startin a fight
I got a fifth of the remy, fuck the Belve and 'cris
I'm sellin' shit up in the club like I work in the bitch
Fuck the dress codes, it's street clothes, we all street niggaz
We on the dance floor, throwin' bows, beatin' up niggaz
I'm from the D.E.C., tryin' to disrespect D.T.P.
And watch the bottles start flyin' from the V.I.P.
Fuck this rap shit, we clap bitch, two in your body
Grab ya four, start a fight dog, ruin the party
So move bitch, get out the way hoe
All you faggot motherfuckers make way for 2-0
So...

[Chorus]

[whistling]

sigeanie a écritGhostface Killah avec le wu tang :D 

spa mega viloent mais j'aime bien et comme math cherche pas specialement du bon rap mais du trash je detourne un pue :) 


/me vient de se tirer une balle

RuSh K a écrit
[whistling]

[Chorus 2x: Ludacris]

Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way

[Ludacris]
OH NO! The fight's out
I'ma 'bout to punch yo...lights out
Get the FUCK back, guard ya grill
There's somethin' wrong, we can't stay still
I've been drankin' and bustin' two
and I been thankin' of bustin' you
Upside ya motherfuckin' forehead
And if your friends jump in, "Ohhh gurrlll", they'll be mo' dead
Causin' confusion, Disturbin Tha Peace
Since not into lution', we run in the streets
So bye-bye to all you groupies and golddiggers
Is there a bumper on your ass? NO NIGGA!
I'm doin' a hundred on the highway
So if you do the speed limit, get the FUCK outta my way
I'm D.U.I., hardly ever caught sober
and you about to get ran the FUCK over

[Chorus]

[Mystikal over second chorus]
BITCH! Watch out, watch out, watch out
BITCH! Watch out, watch out, watch out, move

Here I come, there I go
UH OH! Don't jump bitch, move
You see them headlights? You hear that fuckin' crowd?
Start that goddamn show, I'm comin' through
Hit the stage and knock the girlies down
I fuck the crowd up - that's what I do
Young and successful - a sex symbol
The bitches want me to fuck - true true
Hold up wait up, shorty
"Oh wazzzupp, get my dick sucked, what are yoouu doin'?"
Sidelinin' my fuckin' bussiness
Tryin' to get my paper, child support soon
Give me that truck and take that rental back
Who bought these fuckin' T.V.'s and jewelry bitch, tell me that?
No, I ain't bitter, I don't give a fuck
But i'ma tell you like this bitch
You better not walk in front of my tour bus

[Chorus]

[I-20 over second chorus]
Bring it, get 'em

Too bad I'm on the right track
Beef, got the right mack
Hit the trunk, grab the pump pump, I'll be right back
We buyin' bars out, showin' scars out
We heard there's hoes out, so we brought the cars out
Grab the peels cuz we robbin' tonight
Beat the shit outta security, we startin a fight
I got a fifth of the remy, fuck the Belve and 'cris
I'm sellin' shit up in the club like I work in the bitch
Fuck the dress codes, it's street clothes, we all street niggaz
We on the dance floor, throwin' bows, beatin' up niggaz
I'm from the D.E.C., tryin' to disrespect D.T.P.
And watch the bottles start flyin' from the V.I.P.
Fuck this rap shit, we clap bitch, two in your body
Grab ya four, start a fight dog, ruin the party
So move bitch, get out the way hoe
All you faggot motherfuckers make way for 2-0
So...

[Chorus]

[whistling]

Traduction:

fuck, t est qu'un connard, Fdp x 10

Cai de la bombe bb

[DMX]
Arf arf Yeah, yeah, yeah (Grrrr) Uh, Yeah don't get it twisted This rap shit,
is mine Motherfucker, it's not, a fucking, game Fuck what you heard It's what
you hearin It's what you hearin (Listen) It's what you hearin (Listen) It's
what you hearin (Listen)

[Verse 1]
X gon give it to ya Fuck wait for you to get it on your own X gon deliver to
ya Knock knock, open up the door, it's real Wit the non-stop, pop pop and
stainless steel Go hard gettin busy wit it But I got such a good heart I'll
make a motherfucker wonder if he did it Damn right and I'll do it again Cuz I
am right so I gots to win Break break wit the enemy But no matter how many
cats I break bread wit I'll break who you sendin me You motherfucker never
wanted nothin But your wife said, that's for the light day I'm gettin down,
down Make it say freeze But won't be the one endin up on his knees (Whoo)
Please, If the only thing you cats did is come out to play Get out my way

[Chorus: DMX]
First we gonna ROCK, Then we gonna ROLL Then we let it POP, GO LET IT GO X
gon give it to ya He gon give it to ya X gon give it to ya He gon give it to
ya (Repeat Once)

[Verse 2]
Ain't never gave nothin to me But everytime I turn around Cats got they hands
out wantin something from me I ain't got it so you can't get it Lets leave it
at that cuz I ain't wit it Hit it wit full strength I'm a jail nigga So I
face the world like it's Earl in the bullpen You against me, me against you
Whatever, whenever What the fuck you gon do? I'm a wool fin sheep clothing
Only nigga that you know that can chill Come back and get the streets open
I've been doing this for nineteen years Wanna fight me? Fight these tears I
put in work and it's all for the kids But these cats done forgot what work is
(UH-HUH!) They don't know who we be Lookin! but they don't know who they see

[Chorus: DMX]
First we gonna ROCK, Then we gonna ROLL Then we let it POP, GO LET IT GO X
gon give it to ya He gon give it to ya X gon give it to ya He gon give it to
ya (Repeat Once)

[Verse 3]
Aiiyo where my niggaz at?! I know I got them down in the game Give em love
and they give it back Talk to much for to long Don't give up your to strong
(What?!) A dog to bow bow hug it Shoutout to niggaz that done it And it ain't
even about the dough It's about gettin down for what you stand for yo

[Chorus: DMX]
First we gonna ROCK, Then we gonna ROLL Then we let it POP, GO LET IT GO X
gon give it to ya He gon give it to ya X gon give it to ya He gon give it to
ya (Repeat Twice)

hors sujet (juste un peu :o )


COP KILLER!

Yeah!

I got my black shirt on
I got my black gloves on
I got my ski mask on
This shit's been too long
I got my twelve guage sawed off
I got my headlights turned off
I'm 'bout to bust some shots off
I'm 'bout to dust some cops off

I'm a...

COP KILLER, better you than me
COP KILLER, fuck police brutality!
COP KILLER, I know your family's grievin' ... FUCK 'EM!
COP KILLER, but tonight we get even

I got my brain on hype
Tonight'll be your night
I got this long-assed knife
and your neck looks just right
My adrenaline's pumpin'
I got my stereo bumpin'
I'm 'bout to kill me somethin'
A pig stopped me for nuthin'!

COP KILLER, it's better you than me
COP KILLER, fuck police brutality!
COP KILLER, I know your family's grievin' ... FUCK 'EM!
COP KILLER, but tonight we get even

DIE, DIE, DIE, PIG, DIE!
FUCK THE POLICE!

COP KILLER, it's better you than me
COP KILLER, fuck police brutality!
COP KILLER, I know your family's grievin' ... FUCK 'EM!
COP KILLER, but tonight we get even

FUCK THE POLICE!

FUCK THE POLICE, for Daryl Gates
FUCK THE POLICE, for Rodney King
FUCK THE POLICE, for my dead homies
FUCK THE POLICE, for your freedom
FUCK THE POLICE, don't be a pussy
FUCK THE POLICE, have some mothafuckin' courage
FUCK THE POLICE, sing along!

COP KILLER!

I'm a muthafuckin' COP KILLER!

COP KILLER!

RuSh K a écrit
[DMX]
Arf arf Yeah, yeah, yeah (Grrrr) Uh, Yeah don't get it twisted This rap shit,
is mine Motherfucker, it's not, a fucking, game Fuck what you heard It's what
you hearin It's what you hearin (Listen) It's what you hearin (Listen) It's
what you hearin (Listen)

[Verse 1]
X gon give it to ya Fuck wait for you to get it on your own X gon deliver to
ya Knock knock, open up the door, it's real Wit the non-stop, pop pop and
stainless steel Go hard gettin busy wit it But I got such a good heart I'll
make a motherfucker wonder if he did it Damn right and I'll do it again Cuz I
am right so I gots to win Break break wit the enemy But no matter how many
cats I break bread wit I'll break who you sendin me You motherfucker never
wanted nothin But your wife said, that's for the light day I'm gettin down,
down Make it say freeze But won't be the one endin up on his knees (Whoo)
Please, If the only thing you cats did is come out to play Get out my way

[Chorus: DMX]
First we gonna ROCK, Then we gonna ROLL Then we let it POP, GO LET IT GO X
gon give it to ya He gon give it to ya X gon give it to ya He gon give it to
ya (Repeat Once)

[Verse 2]
Ain't never gave nothin to me But everytime I turn around Cats got they hands
out wantin something from me I ain't got it so you can't get it Lets leave it
at that cuz I ain't wit it Hit it wit full strength I'm a jail nigga So I
face the world like it's Earl in the bullpen You against me, me against you
Whatever, whenever What the fuck you gon do? I'm a wool fin sheep clothing
Only nigga that you know that can chill Come back and get the streets open
I've been doing this for nineteen years Wanna fight me? Fight these tears I
put in work and it's all for the kids But these cats done forgot what work is
(UH-HUH!) They don't know who we be Lookin! but they don't know who they see

[Chorus: DMX]
First we gonna ROCK, Then we gonna ROLL Then we let it POP, GO LET IT GO X
gon give it to ya He gon give it to ya X gon give it to ya He gon give it to
ya (Repeat Once)

[Verse 3]
Aiiyo where my niggaz at?! I know I got them down in the game Give em love
and they give it back Talk to much for to long Don't give up your to strong
(What?!) A dog to bow bow hug it Shoutout to niggaz that done it And it ain't
even about the dough It's about gettin down for what you stand for yo

[Chorus: DMX]
First we gonna ROCK, Then we gonna ROLL Then we let it POP, GO LET IT GO X
gon give it to ya He gon give it to ya X gon give it to ya He gon give it to
ya (Repeat Twice)

fuck, t est qu'un connard, Fdp x 10

Cai de la bombe bb
mais tu inverse fuck et Fdp

Ca c est de la creativité [:derry]

[Dr. Dre]
Journey with me
Into the mind of a maniac
Doomed to be a killer
Since I came out the nutsac
I'm in a murderous mindsate
With a heart full of terror
I see the devil in the mirror
BUCK BUCK, Lights out
Cause when I get my sawed off
Niggaz get hauled off [Ice Cube:] haha barrel one
Touches your motherfuckin flesh [Ice Cube:] barrel two
Shoots your fuckin heart out your chest
You see I'm quick to let the hammer go click
On my Tec-9 so if you try to reck mine
Fool it's your bad time
Feel the blast of the chocolate bomber
Infra red aimed at your head
Like your name was Sarah Conner
Decapitatin I ain't hesitatin
To put you in the funderal home
With a bullet in your dome
I'm hot like lava
You got a problem?
I got a problem solver
And his name is revolver
It's like a deadly game of freeze tag
I touch you with a 44 mag
And your frozen inside a boddy bag
Nobody iller
Than this graveyard filler
Cap peeler
Cause I'm a Natural Born Killa

[Ice Cube]
Terror illistrates my era
Now I cant hang around my momma
Cause I scare her
I'm quick to blast motherfucker
[Dr. Dre:] yeah what's up
It feels like I'm bustin a nut
When I open you up
Cause your body is exposed to the midnight mist
All you weak motherfuckers give my ring a kiss
Cause I'm givin dirt naps
Comin with them bomb ass raps
To make your lungs collapse
Perhaps, you never sleep
Cause evertime you doze
You catch blows to the motherfuckin nose
Ain't seen the sun, in 66 days
Let me count the ways in a fucked up maze
I never ever ever made a hoe stay
But I'm down with Dre
Like AC is down with OJ
So fuck how your livin
I'm the unforgivin
Psycho drivin
Murdera
It's authentic
Don't panic
I can't stand it
God Damn it
Scizophrenic
So fuck Charlie Manson
I'll snatch him out of his truck
Hit 'em with a brick
And I'm dancin

[RBX]
Mass Murderer, Natural Born Killla,
And I don't wanna die
I DON'T WANNA DIE
I DON'T WANNA
I DON'T WANNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA DIE!

[Ice Cube]
I dont understand the logic in my dreams
But I understand I like the sound of Sireens
Terrified screams from the streams
Of Strycnine
Dumpin on any motherfucker tryin to trick mine
Cause motherfuckers wanna violate
Now they stiff and cold
And they pupils won't dialate
IT'S SO MUCH PAIN
MIGRAINE
Headache
I can hear his bones break
He steps in the single door
Gets his ass whipped with 20 lashes
Like that dude up in Singapore
So I'm a pull a fuckin Jeffrey Dahmer
Now I'm suicidal, just like Nirvana

[Dr. Dre]
Tic Toc
Toc Tic Toc Tic
Dr. Dre and Ice Cube on some murderous shit
Keepin niggaz in order
Makin there live shorter
Ready to slaughter
Cause to me a life ain't worth a quarter
Or a dime
Mushroom's got my mind
Hallicinatin
Ain't no debatin
I'm creatin an escape
Route to be out without a doubt
Scot Free, so don't even think about tryin to stop me
Cause I can't wait
I'm out the gate
On the for realla
A thrilla
Or a Natural Born Killa

[Ice Cube]
Gi-Gi Gi-Gi Ga-Ga
They call me Da-Da
6 million ways to murder
choose one
Lose one soul
Bodies turn cold
Natural fright from niggaz goin bump in the night

Should I peely
Should I kill her in my iller
Then a Natural Born Killa
[repeats 3x]
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