Noscbeatz - Potion ( Instrumental )**FREE DOWNLOAD**

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Lyrics:

Yeeeah ! 
Quand j'partirai ne venez pas pleurer sur ma tombe, combien sont sincères ?
Combien de drames, de vraies galères, combien de faux frères ?
Quand j'étais vraiment dans la merde, combien m'ont tendu la main ?
Ne jamais remettre à demain ce qu'on peut faire à une main
Déjà à l'époque, on m'enviait pour une barrette
J'fais d'l'auto-stop sur le chemin du Paradis et seul le Diable s'arrête
Cimetière de Trappes, en p'tite équipe, ramenez pas trop d'de-mon
On vit entre anges et démons, combien me connaissent de nom ?
Quand j'partirai, dites à ma famille que j'les aime
Que mon truc c'est la solitude, que j'ai du mal à dire "je t'aime"
Quand j'partirai, dites à mon dealer qu'il est au chômage
Drôle de personnage, pas besoin qu'on m'rende hommage
Dites à mes vrais amis que l'amitié s'étend à jamais
Que j'étais nul en maths car quand on aime on n'compte jamais
Vous direz aux matons que l'pera m'a fait changer d'air
Que ma fierté c'est l'Maroc et que j'préfère manger par terre
Aucun remords, j'ai vécu pleinement
Un titulaire sur le terrain, c'est dix rageux qui parlent sur le banc
Quand j'partirai, dites à mon père que rien ne sert de pleurer
Dites à ma fille que ses prières remplaceront les courriers
Dites à mes profs que rien à foutre si j'ai pas eu leurs diplômes
Dites aux rageux que cet album va sûrement peser dix tonnes
Quand j'partirai, vous passerez le salam au Congo
Vous leur direz qu'on y mange bien, vous remercierez le Togo
Le Cameroun et l'Algérie, le Canada, Djibouti
J'aurai p't-êt' un seul remords : ne pas revoir l'public du Mali
J'partirai la tête haute, ma fille, n'écoute pas les gens !
J'ai des souvenirs de Dakar, de quelques frères d'Abidjan
Quand j'partirai, la concurrence pourra sortir d'son trou
Et seulement une fois enterré, vous pourrez prendre son pouls
Je serai pas loin, je serai à jamais dans le cœur d'la famille
De quelques fans anéantis, de quelques sœurs des Antilles
Quand j'serai plus là, vous direz à certains frères qu'ils m'ont déçu
Que moi j'ai pas une belle plume, seulement un putain d'vécu !
Vécues, les années passent et je vois les choses empirer
Seigneur, ayez pitié le jour où j'partirai
Quand j'partirai, certains faux frères feront mine d'être déçus
Veulent rouler avec moi, auparavant m'auraient marché dessus
Dites à mes fans que j'suis fou d'eux, que je n'étais rien sans eux
Que la vie, ça blesse, et qu'il n'y a pas d'fumée sans coup d'feu
Big up à Fred Musa, Pascal Cefran c'est la même !
Encore un rap anti-FN sur ta FM
Quand j'partirai, certains bâtards feront leurs condoléances
Où étaient-ils quand les factures arrivaient à échéance ?
Où étaient-ils quand les Restos du Cœur servaient le daron ?
Où étaient-ils quand les huissiers prenaient l'fauteuil du salon ?
Où étaient-ils quand les yeux mouillés, Maman manquait d'liquide ?
Étaient-ils là au mitard, avec une envie d'suicide ?
Les années passent, bordel de merde, et j'vois les choses empirer
Seigneur, ayez pitié le jour où j'partirai

[Outro]
Yeah, le jour où j'partirai, j'emmènerai rien avec moi
Pas d'appartement, pas d'bijou, pas d'voiture
J'ai jamais rappé pour cette merde, t'façon
Et ça, les vrais le savent, depuis mon premier album
Quand j'partirai, la seule chose qui est importante pour moi, c'est qu'j'espère que j'aurai l'temps de dire :
"Achhadou an lâ ilâha illa-llâh, washadou ana muhammad rasûlu-llâh"
Et j'veux entendre chanter... Fouiny Babe !
J'veux vous entendre chanter...
La réussite, ça génère des inimitiés Fouiny, ça crée des ennemis :
Ton succès se retourne contre toi !
Qu'est-ce que tu vas faire, tuer ton succès ?
Tu préférerais ne pas avoir réussi ?
C'n'est pas compliqué, ou on réussit et on s'fait quelques ennemis
Ou bien on loupe son coup, et on s'fait quelques amis
C'est une question de choix...

LA FOUINE - QUAND JE PARTIRAI - INSTRUMENTAL prod Noscbeatz

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Lyrics:

Montana
That untouchable empire, baby, Coke Boy
(Bad Boy) They say careful what you ask for
Cause when you get it, you know what you gon' tell 'em right?
(We're baaa-aack)

[Hook: Jeremih]
What you say? I do this err'day, wh-what you say? I do this err'day
Do this err day, do this err day, do this err day, do this err day
What you say? I do this, wh-wh-what you say? I do this err'day
Do this err'day, do this err'day, do this err'day, do this err'day

[Interlude: Diddy] + (French Montana)
(Jeremih) French Montana!
(Hah... what they talkin 'bout, Puff?)
They ain't talkin 'bout, nothin
This the moment they feel ya
Let's get back when I get there
They've seen what it is
So look it down, Bad Boy, Blood Line
Get up, talk to 'em

[Jeremih]
I got tats all on my arm, racks on racks in the bank
Forgiato and paint, Pepsi blue my paint
All these girls be choosy, can't find a bitch who ain't
Haters they are ballin' like fishes in a tank
Stuntin' with my whole crew, hangin' out the window when we roll up
You know when we come through, make it rain we don't give a fuck
Bout what you say, I do this every day; don't buy bottles, buy by the case
Seem like every night my birthday I can't help but get the cake

[Bridge: Jeremih]
Feel like I was born for ballin' out
Live it up and just for fallin' out

[Hook]

[French Montana]
MONTANA~!
Tattoos on my neck, half a mill in my car
Dream team I rap, just me and my dogs
Stray cash in that haircut, sea bass, no lamb chops
Met her at the bar, tryin' to get some head shots
62 that Maybach, fake jewels don't play that
Take off like Blake Griff, money tall like A6
Never hit that red zone, baby I was airborne
Hoppin' out that Ghost sippin' red dot with that red bone
Trunk up in the back, drop the population
And I'm never fakin' Jacks, you know I'm poppin' Aces
I'mma ball, illuminati bank rolls
Suicidal Orlan' doors until we tyin' tan hoes

[Hook] + [Bridge]

[Diddy]
Yeah, yeah, my mic sounds nice right now
1-2, ayo, pure Blood Line baby, check it out...
I'm flyin' around and I'm gettin' it like 90 Thou in my denim
Told a bitch I just met, write your problems down and I'll end 'em
I'm creepin' on a billi, got these niggas buyin' largely
Bout to take my LA crib and drop that bitch on Wall Street
Peep my watch and hand game, like Peach Ciroc and Champagne
You buyin' jets, I could buy the Jets, I ain't speakin' 'bout no damn planes
This passion and pain fashion, matchin' my things catchin'
Action from things mackin', then flashin' my rings captain
Twin V's, entire, envy my attire
Catalogue, but don't have the heart cause real kings build empires
Everything that I said nigga was everything that you saw
I did everything that I claim, you ain't like us cause we ball

[Hook] + [Bridge]

[Outro: French Montana] + (Diddy)
(Ayo, this the way it lives, this what it is)
(You see it) I was born to ball, bitch! HAH~! (Bad Boy)
If you ain't heard you live under a motherfuckin' rock (Coke Boyz)
Montana (We baaa-aack~!)
We was born to fly baby, still do the same thing nigga
Shit sound like I just sold nigga
Untouchable Empire, Bad Boy, Coke Boy
Diddy what up? Ya heard?

Thank you !

French Montana - Ballin Out Ft. Jerimih Diddy - INSTRUMENTAL prod Noscbeatz

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Lyrics:

Stavo pensando a me
Sono un uomo quaggiù come tanti
Che mi compro una moto in contanti e
vivo a rate la vita degli altri
Che se esco non torno mai presto
Perchè faccio presto a far tardi
Che ho posato per terra i bastoni
Perchè ho detto basta ai bastardi
E stavo pensando a te, una donna quaggiù come tante
Che vuoi essere al passo con le altre
E mi riempi l'armadio di scarpe
Che mi svuoti la testa in un ora 
ma se sbaglio diventi un sicario
Che sai essere dolce in un bacio
Anche quando c'hai in bocca l'amaro

E stavo pensando a noi
Una coppia quaggiù come le altre
Che riescono nel loro piccolo
Anche se pensano in grande
Che hanno preso la vita per gioco
Cavalcato i binari di un treno
Che si prendono insulti per poco
E si vogliono per molto meno


 
Ritornello:

Pensavo a me col mondo in mano
Ma senza te dov'è che vado
Con tutta questa voglia di brillare
Su in cielo e di scordarmi che ero senza di te

Pensavo a te col mondo in mano
Ma senza noi dov'è che andiamo
Con tutta questa voglia di brillare
So che se c'è da brindare voglio farlo solamente con te 

Stavo pensando a me 
e a l'infanzia che la vita mi ha dato 
non ho mai giocato coi soldatini
ero incazzato come un bimbo soldato
io che faccio più soldi che sogni
ma rispondo va tutto ok
e mi tengo vicino i sentimenti altrui 
perchè vivo ad un metro dai miei
e stavo pensando a te 
una bimba dagli occhi vivaci 
che capisco da come mi abbracci 
che hai avuto più giochi che baci
tu che quando prevedono neve 
poi ti imbamboli un ora sui fiocchi
tu che guardi l'oroscopo in tele 
ma non credi nemmeno ai tuoi occhi
e stavo pensando a noi 
una coppia svampita e sbandata
che spingiamo l'amore in salita
quando l'odio ci lascia per strada
che non serve che andiamo in vacanza
mentre il mondo ci guarda perverso 
noi viviamo in un'altra galassia
siamo al centro del nostro universo

Ritornello:

Pensavo a me col mondo in mano
Ma senza te dov'è che vado
Con tutta questa voglia di brillare
Su in cielo e di scordarmi che ero senza di te

Pensavo a te col mondo in mano
Ma senza noi dov'è che andiamo
Con tutta questa voglia di brillare
So che se c'è da brindare voglio farlo solamente con te 

Adesso che so chi sono davvero
vorrei svegliarmi e scordarmi chi ero
le mie le tue paure sono niente finchè siamo in due

Adesso che so chi sono davvero
vorrei svegliarmi e scordarmi chi ero
le mie le tue paure sono niente finchè siamo in due

Ritornello:

Pensavo a me col mondo in mano
Ma senza te dov'è che vado
Con tutta questa voglia di brillare
Su in cielo e di scordarmi che ero senza di te

Pensavo a te col mondo in mano
Ma senza noi dov'è che andiamo
Con tutta questa voglia di brillare
So che se c'è da brindare voglio farlo solamente con te 

Grazie! - Merci! - Thanks!

EMIS KILLA - SCORDARMI CHI ERO - INSTRUMENTAL Prod Noscbeatz

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Dros - Cazafonia ( Instrumental Remake )

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Lyrics :

[Verse 1]
Okay
Uh, okay I walk in the party Mr. swag, so gnarly
With a bad Spanish mami that'll axe somebody
Yea that’s my maseratii, going ham no salami
That’s your chick if I like it and I’m straight bogartin'
In the club, where the bottles at? Rosé, no Moscato
They see me, models follow, ass clap, ay, bravo
I’ll be why then my niggas see my jewels, they six figures
Fuck your girl and her friend, I’m a dog, how’d you figure?
Chillin’ with my clique and I puff that loud
She don’t wanna fuck then I tell the bitch bye
Heart so cold, why waste my time?
Twenty on the wrist cause I like to shine
Fuck you niggas who hate on mine
Credit card will not decline
Missionary no, not me, I like that pussy from behind
Bitch I’m balling every day, it’s like somebody pressed rewind
All my niggas came from nothing, mandatory that we shine
Private planin', no complainin’ if I happen to recline
Same nigga that they doubted and I’m gladly gon' remind
Made a million off my hunger, that’s just solely my reply
Cause we the best, shit ain’t a lie

[Hook]
Had to bring the money home
I had to bring the money home
Motherfucker, we on
I had to bring the money home
Motherfucker, we on
I had to bring the money home
Then I catch me in your city, with a clique of niggas with me
Couple bitches getting tipsy, celebrating cause we winnin'
We on (we on) we on (we on)
And we on (and we on) and we on (and we on)
I go so hard, niggas already know
Still in the club and it close at 4
Birthday girl gon drop it low
Let’s make a toast to never broke cause
We on (we on) we on (we on)
And we on (and we on) and we on (on)

[Verse 2]
Okay, now one for the money, Shorty two for the fuck of it
Pull up in some shit that just might destroy all your confidence
Meet a bitch and hit it quick and never know a government
I been rocking Hermes and that H don’t stand for hooligan
High boy, I fly, high nigga, blast off
You goof truth loose goose prove you ain’t cotton soft
We on, we on, way to keep on, bring on
All these cases of that aces, bring her back to my oasis
Taking shots after shots, like I’m busting off that .44
Man, that ciroc got me feeling like I overdosed
Living with my niggas, celebrating, rocking hella gold
Ring hella big, you would think I won a Super Bowl
Yeah, we in the building, why the fuck you think it’s super full?
Tell the DJ bring it back and show ‘em what we really on
All these women love me cause they know we young and money long
Mama told me get it so I had to bring the money home

[Hook]
Had to bring the money home
I had to bring the money home
Motherfucker, we on
I had to bring the money home
Motherfucker, we on
I had to bring the money home
Then I catch me in your city, with a clip the niggas with me
Couple bitches getting siffy, celebrating cuz we winning
We on (we on) we on (we on)
And we on (and we on) and we on (and we on)
I go so hard, niggas already know
Still in the club when they close at 4
Birthday girl gon drop it low
Let’s make a toast to never broke us
We on (we on) we on (we on)
And we on (and we on) and we on (on)

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Ace Hood - We on ( Instrumental Prod. by Noscbeatz)

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