For me..
-it's the Lyrics,
-the beats
-the hard work those Rappers put into the songs,
-you can easily relate with the songs (struggles, life before the money, trenches and all that).
Hip Hop/Rap is cool mehn

Rap songs is DOPE!
Loving it always.....

incandescentena:
Rap songs is DOPE!

Loving it always.....

Yeah for real

Who's your favorite rapper?

Honchoslim16:

Yeah for real
Who's your favorite rapper?

Harlem rappers

incandescentena:


Harlem rappers

I listen to more of Atlanta rappers

BUT BECAREFUL TOO CUZ AMERICAN RAP CAN DESTROY LIFE

fadal:
BUT BECAREFUL TOO CUZ AMERICAN RAP CAN DESTROY LIFE

How's that?

Honchoslim16:

How's that?

Cuz u heard a nigger talk about killing people u wanna kill people too

Uuthe beat and their lyrics

Honchoslim16:

How's that?

Triple gold these four tires on the whip Young Carter sliding out I'm flyer than the whip Yeah, higher than an angel, or hotter than the devil The pot or kettle, uh


Lil wayne verse

fadal:


Cuz u heard a nigger talk about killing people u wanna kill people too

And you want to venture into scam after listening to Zlatan or Naira Marley and some wack a$$ Nigerian songs.

Me listening to a gangsta rap doesn't mean I'm a gangsta or trying to be one.

I've been listening to Hip Hop..Gangsta rap(hardcore rap) for a long time, i haven't thought of killing and i ain't gon do that sh!t.

You need to change your orientation!

fadal:


Triple gold these four tires on the whip Young Carter sliding out I'm flyer than the whip Yeah, higher than an angel, or hotter than the devil The pot or kettle, uh


Lil wayne verse

the line implies that he’s looking better than his ride(car)...And of course, he will still show off the expensive, exotic cars.

Also he states that he's better than your favorite rappers... Kind of a god in the Rap game!


So i wonder what you saw wrong with the lyrics

It's rxseboy for me!! He got these vibes I like

Rap/Hip Hop has always been my favorite genre since childhood...
My soul connect more to it's beats and lyrics.

Honchoslim16:


the line implies that he’s looking better than his ride(car)...And of course, he will still show off the expensive, exotic cars.

Also he states that he's better than your favorite rappers... Kind of a god in the Rap game!


So i wonder what you saw wrong with the lyrics

He said he's hotter then the devil thats a diabolic verse

fadal:



He said he's hotter then the devil thats a diabolic verse

Nah bro.... Nothing diabolic there!
It's called Wordplay.

Stop mixing your religious doctrine with music!

Honchoslim16:

Nah bro.... Nothing diabolic there!
It's called Wordplay.

Stop mixing your religious doctrine with music!

read this notorious BIG VERSE


When I die, Bleep it, I wanna go to hell
'Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell (What you talkin' 'bout, man?)
It don't make sense, goin' to heaven with the goodie-goodies
Dressed in white, I like black Timbs and black hoodies (Aw, man)
God'll probably have me on some real strict shit
No sleepin' all day, no gettin' my dick licked
Hangin' with the goodie-goodies, loungin' in paradise
Bleep that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice (You talkin' some crazy shit now, nigga)
All my life I been considered as the worst
Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purse (Ah)
Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion
I know my mother wish she got a fuckin' abortion
She don't even love me like she did when I was younger (Yo, get a hold of yourself, nigga)
Suckin' on her chest just to stop my fuckin' hunger
I wonder; if I died, would tears come to her eyes?
Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies (You're buggin', B)
My baby mother's eight months, her little sister's two
Who's to blame for both of them? (Nah, nigga, not you)
I swear to God I want to just slit my wrists and end this bullshit
Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit (Nigga, what the Bleep?)
And squeeze until the bed's completely red (It's too late for this shit, man)
I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless fuckin' buddha head
The stress is buildin' up, I can't— I can't believe (Ayo, I'm on my way over there, man)
Suicide's on my fuckin' mind, I wanna leave
I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin' callin' me
But nah, you wouldn't understand
Nigga, talk to me please, man!
You see, it's kinda like the crack did to Pookie in New Jack
Except when I cross over, there ain't no comin' back (Ayo, ayo, man, I'm out)
Should I die on the train track like Ramo in Beat Street? (I'ma call you when I get in the car)
People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me (Ayo, where your girl at, man?)
My baby mama kiss me, but she glad I'm gone (Yo, put your girl on the phone, nigga!)
She know me and her sister had somethin' goin' on
I reach my peak, I can't speak (Ayo, you listenin' to me, motherfucker?)
Call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak (Ayo, c'mon, nigga)
I'm sick of niggas lyin' (Cut that), I'm sick of bitches hawkin' (Ayo)
Matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin' (Nigga, yo, yo, Big! Ayo, chill!)
*Gunshot*
Ayo, Big! Ayo, Big!

fadal:


read this notorious BIG VERSE


When I die, Bleep it, I wanna go to hell
'Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell (What you talkin' 'bout, man?)
It don't make sense, goin' to heaven with the goodie-goodies
Dressed in white, I like black Timbs and black hoodies (Aw, man)
God'll probably have me on some real strict shit
No sleepin' all day, no gettin' my dick licked
Hangin' with the goodie-goodies, loungin' in paradise
Bleep that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice (You talkin' some crazy shit now, nigga)
All my life I been considered as the worst
Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purse (Ah)
Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion
I know my mother wish she got a fuckin' abortion
She don't even love me like she did when I was younger (Yo, get a hold of yourself, nigga)
Suckin' on her chest just to stop my fuckin' hunger
I wonder; if I died, would tears come to her eyes?
Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies (You're buggin', B)
My baby mother's eight months, her little sister's two
Who's to blame for both of them? (Nah, nigga, not you)
I swear to God I want to just slit my wrists and end this bullshit
Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit (Nigga, what the Bleep?)
And squeeze until the bed's completely red (It's too late for this shit, man)
I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless fuckin' buddha head
The stress is buildin' up, I can't— I can't believe (Ayo, I'm on my way over there, man)
Suicide's on my fuckin' mind, I wanna leave
I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin' callin' me
But nah, you wouldn't understand
Nigga, talk to me please, man!
You see, it's kinda like the crack did to Pookie in New Jack
Except when I cross over, there ain't no comin' back (Ayo, ayo, man, I'm out)
Should I die on the train track like Ramo in Beat Street? (I'ma call you when I get in the car)
People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me (Ayo, where your girl at, man?)
My baby mama kiss me, but she glad I'm gone (Yo, put your girl on the phone, nigga!)
She know me and her sister had somethin' goin' on
I reach my peak, I can't speak (Ayo, you listenin' to me, motherfucker?)
Call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak (Ayo, c'mon, nigga)
I'm sick of niggas lyin' (Cut that), I'm sick of bitches hawkin' (Ayo)
Matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin' (Nigga, yo, yo, Big! Ayo, chill!)
*Gunshot*
Ayo, Big! Ayo, Big!

Bro what he says here is just that he's been doing sh!ts in the hood and the bad experiences he's had...... So been a sinner, he doesn't deserve heaven.

You need to understand... Stop assumptions!

How can that be possible bro...ain't possible...

Keedneco:
How can that be possible bro...ain't possible...

What's that?

Honcho,

Man I see you know your onions...how about you check out this my lil man who's testing the waters to know if he gotta go big or still learn more.

https://www.instagram.com/p/ChlWnf3KugX/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=

I KNOW 50 DONE SPOILED ALLOT LITTLE NIGGAS LIFE

Honchoslim16:
For me..
-it's the Lyrics,
-the beats
-the hard work those Rappers put into the songs,
-you can easily relate with the songs (struggles, life before the money, trenches and all that).
Hip Hop/Rap is cool mehn

I love Rap bruuv
You said Atlanta rappers are your favorites?
What about Florida guys
My top 3 rappers are
1 Kodak black (G.O.A.T)
2 Offset (the best migo)
3Nbayoungboy (meek mill)
I don't even play Naija songs dat much
Tell me your 3 fav rappers?

Honchoslim16:

Nah bro.... Nothing diabolic there!
It's called Wordplay.

Stop mixing your religious doctrine with music!

Do u know lil wayne

Slim shady(Em)
Gods son(Nas). MI Abaga
Nf,cole,k.dot Aq,loose kaynon,
2pac,Hopsin Barrylanez,
If you don’t
Know these gees,man. Dax
Your on a long thing
They get me going. Show dem camp

fadal:


Do u know lil wayne

Yeah dawg...i fu¢k with him

Honchoslim16:

Yeah dawg...i fu¢k with him

I KNOW U HEARD MOST OF HIS RHYMES THEY ARE SATANIC

fadal:


I KNOW U HEARD MOST OF HIS RHYMES THEY ARE SATANIC

Get that Satanic shit out your fu¢k!ng head man!
Stop letting your Bible doctrine and stuffs confuse your a$$.
Wake up you sleepy a$$.... Damn it!

Honchoslim16:

Get that Satanic shit out your fu¢k!ng head man!
Stop letting your Bible doctrine and stuffs confuse your a$$.
Wake up you sleepy a$$.... Damn it!

READ THIS LI WAYNE SONG SATAN KID

"Bastard (Satan's Kid)"

Oh
This is

Huh, Mama used to say this when she stand above my baby crib
Never trust nobody that could bleed for five days and live
Grandma used to say that this world gon' come to a crazy end
Monsters in my closet was the feds taking baby pics
Daddy used to look at me like, "Who the Bleep this baby is?"
Uncle used to say, "Your daddy just too young to raise a kid"
Daddy used to treat my mama like they never made a kid
I'm Satan's kid, I'm Satan's kid, I'm Satan's kid (I'm Satan's kid)

Uh, I know the tables turn like tornadoes turn
I know the way it turn, gotta wait your turn
Until you take your turn, Bleep a wrong turn
I made the world turn, that's a turn on
I'm on every song that I turn on
I got it turnt up, got it turnt on
I'm on the turnpike, I'm 'bout to turn off
Weed loud as every siren they turn on
Bust down so bright, it's burning
These diamonds so white, they German
Your diamonds ain't right, they turning
Cocaine white as my attorney
All types of guns, no type of permits
All types of coffins, all types of gurneys
From my driveway to my front door
It has been quite a journey

It has been quite a journey
From my driveway to my front door
It has been quite a journey

Huh, Mama used to say this when she stand above my baby crib
Never trust nobody that could bleed for five days and live

Walking on water, this a new world order
These niggas out of order like a fish out of water (Huh?)
I'ma shoot the chopper like a fisheye camera
Yeah, I'ma keep shootin' 'til the bitch stop recordin'
Just don't start shootin', I don't feel like arguin'
A real sharp sharpshooter, I don't miss my target
And I don't miss my thottie, I just miss my homie
Long walk-in closet, I hope you feel like walkin'
Uh, I know the paper burn like it ought to burn
I know the paper burn for the long term
I know my big concern when I toss and turn
I know my big concern 'bout the long term
I know the paper burn like the fire burn
I know it don't burn unless I confirm
I'm 'bout to cross my heart and watch your heart burn
Crossin' me is like watching a cross burn
Swag go head to shoe (Yeah)
Bitch, I'm fresh as a designer, yeah
Started from Ragu, made it way up to lasagna, yeah
Killers come behind ya, can you say, "Murder for hire?"
Sippin' on purple papaya, gitchi ya-ya, yeah

Mama used to say this when she stand above my baby crib
Never trust nobody that can bleed for five days and live
Grandma used to say that this world gon' come to a crazy end
Monsters in my closet was the feds taking baby pics
Daddy used to look at me like, "Who the Bleep this baby is?"
Uncle used to say, "Your daddy just too young to raise a kid"
Daddy used to treat my mama like they never made a kid
I'm Satan's kid, I'm Satan's kid, I'm Satan's kid (I'm Satan's kid)

Uh, I know the tables turn like tornadoes turn
I know the way it turn, gotta wait your turn
Until you take your turn, Bleep a wrong turn
I made the world turn, that's a turn on
I'm on every song that I turn on
I got it turnt up, got it turnt on
I'm on the turnpike, I'm 'bout to turn off
Weed loud as every siren they turn on
Bust down so bright, it's burning
These diamonds so white, they German
Your diamonds ain't right, they turning
Cocaine white as my attorney
All types of guns, no type of permits (Yeah)
All types of coffins, all types of gurneys (Yeah, yeah)
From my driveway to my front door (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
It has been quite a journey

It has been quite a journey
From my driveway to my front door
It has been quite a journey, nigga

fadal:


READ THIS LI WAYNE SONG SATAN KID

"Bastard (Satan's Kid)"

Oh
This is

Huh, Mama used to say this when she stand above my baby crib
Never trust nobody that could bleed for five days and live
Grandma used to say that this world gon' come to a crazy end
Monsters in my closet was the feds taking baby pics
Daddy used to look at me like, "Who the Bleep this baby is?"
Uncle used to say, "Your daddy just too young to raise a kid"
Daddy used to treat my mama like they never made a kid
I'm Satan's kid, I'm Satan's kid, I'm Satan's kid (I'm Satan's kid)

Uh, I know the tables turn like tornadoes turn
I know the way it turn, gotta wait your turn
Until you take your turn, Bleep a wrong turn
I made the world turn, that's a turn on
I'm on every song that I turn on
I got it turnt up, got it turnt on
I'm on the turnpike, I'm 'bout to turn off
Weed loud as every siren they turn on
Bust down so bright, it's burning
These diamonds so white, they German
Your diamonds ain't right, they turning
Cocaine white as my attorney
All types of guns, no type of permits
All types of coffins, all types of gurneys
From my driveway to my front door
It has been quite a journey

It has been quite a journey
From my driveway to my front door
It has been quite a journey

Huh, Mama used to say this when she stand above my baby crib
Never trust nobody that could bleed for five days and live

Walking on water, this a new world order
These niggas out of order like a fish out of water (Huh?)
I'ma shoot the chopper like a fisheye camera
Yeah, I'ma keep shootin' 'til the bitch stop recordin'
Just don't start shootin', I don't feel like arguin'
A real sharp sharpshooter, I don't miss my target
And I don't miss my thottie, I just miss my homie
Long walk-in closet, I hope you feel like walkin'
Uh, I know the paper burn like it ought to burn
I know the paper burn for the long term
I know my big concern when I toss and turn
I know my big concern 'bout the long term
I know the paper burn like the fire burn
I know it don't burn unless I confirm
I'm 'bout to cross my heart and watch your heart burn
Crossin' me is like watching a cross burn
Swag go head to shoe (Yeah)
Bitch, I'm fresh as a designer, yeah
Started from Ragu, made it way up to lasagna, yeah
Killers come behind ya, can you say, "Murder for hire?"
Sippin' on purple papaya, gitchi ya-ya, yeah

Mama used to say this when she stand above my baby crib
Never trust nobody that can bleed for five days and live
Grandma used to say that this world gon' come to a crazy end
Monsters in my closet was the feds taking baby pics
Daddy used to look at me like, "Who the Bleep this baby is?"
Uncle used to say, "Your daddy just too young to raise a kid"
Daddy used to treat my mama like they never made a kid
I'm Satan's kid, I'm Satan's kid, I'm Satan's kid (I'm Satan's kid)

Uh, I know the tables turn like tornadoes turn
I know the way it turn, gotta wait your turn
Until you take your turn, Bleep a wrong turn
I made the world turn, that's a turn on
I'm on every song that I turn on
I got it turnt up, got it turnt on
I'm on the turnpike, I'm 'bout to turn off
Weed loud as every siren they turn on
Bust down so bright, it's burning
These diamonds so white, they German
Your diamonds ain't right, they turning
Cocaine white as my attorney
All types of guns, no type of permits (Yeah)
All types of coffins, all types of gurneys (Yeah, yeah)
From my driveway to my front door (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
It has been quite a journey

It has been quite a journey
From my driveway to my front door
It has been quite a journey, nigga

Honestly dude, i thought you intelligent at first... Nah, i was wrong!

What Lil Wayne talks about here is about his Hard upbringing, tough experiences with his family members and bad relationship with his father.... His Father is who he refers to as the Christian enemy (Satan), so that's how he came up with the subtitle SATAN'S KID.......Even the main title of the song is BA$TARD.

You know what dude...just back off my Mention!
I hate trying to explain sh!t over and over again to niggars like you!

Honchoslim16:

Honestly dude, i thought you intelligent at first... Nah, i was wrong!

What Lil Wayne talks about here is about his Hard upbringing, tough experiences with his family members and bad relationship with his father.... His Father is who he refers to as the Christian enemy (Satan), so that's how he came up with the subtitle SATAN'S KID.......Even the main title of the song is BA$TARD.

You know what dude...just back off my Mention!
I hate trying to explain sh!t over and over again to niggars like you!

whatever