Rapping Novelas e Histórias

'Cause we do not listen to rats We in Atlanta, I buy her a wig, she tellin' me "Tae is the best" Point at the nigga who act like a killer, but you only one from the 'net I'm like DaBaby, I'm not just a rapper, you play with me, you gon' get stretched Hmm-hmm, Ooh-oh Bring Drake to the hood, surround Drake around Dracs Even though I got a case, I'ma do what it take And I never been embraced And the money's hard to make So I bet they on they face right now I know that they at the crib goin' crazy, down bad

he more or less yelled I stormed over to him, my fist raised to slam into his jaw but he caught my wrist before that could happen, I raised my other fist, seething with rage but he caught that one too “can’t we just talk about what is going on right now?” He let out, holding on tightly to my wrists “You raped me! You dickhead!. you took advantage of me when I was drunk, dragged me back to your dirty dark lair and had your way with my knocked out body, like a fucking pyscho!” I yelled at the top of my voice, struggling to free my wrists from his grip, and land a punch, hit anything to hurt him. I jerked my knee up, aiming for his crotch but he twisted away

Shane grinned examining the grape on the top of my head as if he just completed a work of art, dusting his hands in the process. “Get out of my way,” Asia yelled, pushing her way through the crowd with Lana following closely. After assessing the damage done when they got to me, Lana brought out a face towel and began wiping the stains off my shirt “Awww, if it isn’t the damsel in distress and her shining amours to the rescue,” Candi cooed. “That’s enough Candi,” Noah scolded, earning a scowl from her

DJ placed his left palm on the left disc, and a familiar beat screeched for about two seconds and then played. The crowd jubilated, bringing out their phones to record and their wallets to place their bets on who they believe will win. 🎶 Like holding papers and pencils, the battle line has been drawn // Give Lloyd bloody murder buh he ain't my son // Fuckah u can never rap (wrap) tight even if you gat hundred wax on Ya waist // ima take you outter the game in no haste, // talk is cheap (chip) like plantain, newbie like u wanna run Ya mouth like marathon // I ain't nice, I keep pushing you to the wall(Paragon) // I ain't carrying "weight" but I give you "heavy punch" // Food is ready, now I'

Hitting the road I played some rap songs on shuffle and enjoyed them, for it makes me escape the present world and makes me feel a bit free and also reminds me of my childhood friend. Denis was my closest friend I had when I was young and he had always loved raps as he wished to he a rapper but unfortunately he was not able to grow for he had died of aids when I was ten, he was the best thing and though I had grown but his memories still plays in my head and to be honest I wish he was still here.

***Give me all that you got now Make you want me cause I'm hot now Am gone, so faded I'm on one Bang bang pop off like a long gun If you a lame nigga you ain't making no noise Get faded, turn up with the big boys Live fast, die young that's my choice Get money, get money like an invoice You can mob or lead the whip Make the money, make the grip I'll be stunnin' with my clique Getting faded till we drip Man, I love to get on I love to get 2 on When the drink be too strong When the trees be way too strong...***

The morning sun is starting to stretch out but my mood’s still sore. Rico’s at the wheel, fingers tapping the steering. There’s a rap song playing, something loud and punchy. Sounds like it’s from New Orleans, maybe underground, full of slang and rhythm I can’t fully catch. I glance at him. His lips are moving, mouthing every word—no, not mouthing. He’s rapping. Actually rapping. Bar for bar. Flow smooth, head nodding, while his fingers drum on the steering like he made the beat himself.

Rafael was honest, but she had no way of knowing that. “He does, doesn’t he?” Sam smiled at Storm and I was sure that she had taken whatever Rafael had taken. They were both drunk or high. “Is imprinting a real thing?” Storm asked as she looked at Sam and Rafael. “Oh yeah,” Slade said with a grin and placed his arm around Harper’s shoulder.

life, I was raised by the street…So I gotta be down with the hood team…Too much television watchin' got me chasin' dreams…I'm a educated fool with money on my mind…Got my ten in my hand and a gleam in my eye…I'm a loc'd out gangsta, set trippin' banger…And my homies is down so don't arouse my anger…Fool, death ain't nothin' but a heart beat away…I'm livin' life do or die, what can I say?…I'm 23 now, but will I live to see 24?…The way things is goin', I don't know…Tell me why are we so blind to see…That the ones we hurt are you and me?…Been spendin' most their lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise…Been spendin' most their lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise…Keep spendin' most our lives l

Why did I pull the trigger, pull the trigger Pull the trigger, boom And end a nigga, end a nigga life so soon? When mi pull the trigger, pull the trigger Pull it 'pon you Somebody tell me what I'm gonna, what I'm gonna do? Eh Rum-pum-pum-pum, rum-pum-pum-pum, rum-pum-pum-pum Mi say wah man down A weh mi say Rum-pum-pum-pum, rum-pum-pum-pum, rum-pum-pum-pum When mi went downtown 'Cause now I am criminal, criminal, criminal