X3M Music is proud to present Hip-Hop act Chukwuebuka Dusten Anyasie better known as D-Truce as he debuts his first official single ‘Better Days’.

D-Truce is a young, exceptional and talented act who has been carving a niche for himself in the music scene for a while. He seems ready to take it up a notch.

‘Better Days’ signifies the beginning of something fresh with hope and true meaning. The deep tune which features label mate – ‘Mr Rich & Famous’ Praiz was produced by Kraftwork.

The song is inspired by the commencement of the new political administration in Nigeria.

Expect more quality music from D-Truce as his journey to the top starts now – we want you to be part of this success.

Join the conversation #DTruce #DTruceBetterDays.

D-Truce - Better Days Ft Praiz

Ric Hassani delivers another masterclass song titled "Love Me Jeje". Ric Hassani is bery unique with his sound and love songs are his familiar terrain. 

He once again proves he is the new school RnB king. Produced by Onome "Chills" Ojobo.

Enjoy!

Ric Hassani - Love Me Jeje

Balenci Mashup _ Sidhu Moose Wala X Shubh _ ft.Karan Aujla _ Mashup Mafia

Beat by 2wawe:
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Lyrics:

Intro]
(This that 2wawe pressure!)
Yeah — yeah — yeah
Slatt — slatt — slatt
Sleep time, lets go!(brrrra)
(PMO Music)

[[Verse 1]
I’m the sandman with the stick, fairy dust lead (lead)
Slide through shadows on the block where the night gon’ feed (feed)
Glitter in the wind when I move with the Glock on speed (speed)
Whispers in the alley say my name like a myth they heed (heed)
YN’s posted on the corner with a shine so greed (greed)
Scope on the beam when it kiss through the dark like seed (seed)
Blick in my coat, and it hum like the pipes don’t bleed (bleed)
Trapline buzz like a swarm when the fiends stampede (stampede)

Bitch I’m the sandman, drift through the night (night)
Glock on my hip hum low like it’s born to bite (bite)
(Yeah) Dust on my palms turn a shadow to light (light)
Words cut sharp when I step in the fight (fight)

[Chorus]
Sleep time, put his ass to bed (sleep)
Drac’ sing like a lullaby right to his head (bow)
No bedtime story, just red beams instead (pow)
He thought he was dreamin’, woke up dead (dead)
Sleep time, whole clique gettin’ stretched (yeah)
One call, them youngins pull up, no text (skrrt)
Night night, close them eyes, permanent rest (rest)
Catch him slippin’ in his whip, now he a mess (mess)

[Verse 2]
(2wawe let them sleep yo!)
Slide through the block like a thief in the dark (thief)
Beam on his chest, lookin’ like a question mark (huh?)
He was flexin’ with that whip, now it’s gettin’ parked (mine)
Bodies droppin’ back to back, call it Noah’s Ark (two)
I ain’t wrestlin’ but I put him in a headlock (lock)
Switch go tick-tick, sound like a death clock (tick)
Time’s up, lil’ homie, better run your luck (run)
But it’s too late, face down in the truck (face down)
We don’t do the talkin’, we just do the walkin’ (walk)
Mask on, gloves on, no prints when we chalk ’em (chalk)
He was actin’ tough online, now he silent (shhh)
Put him in a coffin, that’s the only retirement (retire)

[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah — yeah (yeah)
It’s gettin’ late (late)
Close your eyes (eyes)
Accept your fate (brrrra)
Draco by the bed make the whole block quake
Fucking up his night got his whole squad ate


[Verse 3]
(2wawe run it up!)
I’m the boogeyman, creepin’ where you lay your head (creep)
Pillow talk with the stick, leave his pillow red (red)
He was livin’ too fast, now he movin’ slow (slow)
Angels came quick, told the devil hello (hello)
We don’t play fair, catch him at the store (store)
Walk down gang, ain’t no runnin’ out the door (nah)
Fifty shots ring out, sound like fireworks (boom)
Fourth of July in his hood, now it’s network (net)
Youngins hungry, they’ll spin for a mention (spin)
I just point, they go handle the tension (go)
No remorse, no regret, no repentance (none)
Sleep time forever, that’s the sentence (forever)

[Chorus]
Sleep time, put his ass to bed (sleep)
Drac’ sing like a lullaby right to his head (brrrra)
No bedtime story, just red beams instead (pow)
He thought he was dreamin’, woke up dead (dead)
Sleep time, whole clique gettin’ stretched (stretched)
One call, them youngins pull up, no text (pull up)
Night night, close them eyes, permanent rest (rest)
Catch him slippin’ in his whip, now he a mess (mess)

[Outro]
Yeah — sleep time
Permanent nap, no rewind (nope)
Opps gettin’ laid down every time (every time)
(PMO Music)
Slatt — slatt — brrrra
Sleep tight, niga
(This that 2wawe pressure!)

Never Give Up (Double Dose)

Sean Paul