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Keep yo head UP
Never say NEVER.

Damian Marley joohon baga shaasan bol! hehe dispear, count your bless, as we enter, land of promise geh met denduu chanartai duunuud zunduu bgaa! ugiin kue yadaj net-ees haraad oilgood sonsood uz l dee ta zugeer hachin uvurmuts instrumental-tai sonsdog ter tuuhii hip hop-oos chini uur bolohoor toohgui bgaan ternees 2010 onii shildeg tsomog hiigdtsen baihad!!!

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neeree lost tape vol.2-iin retail-uud bugd archigdsan bna shuu! argagui baih l daa odoo bol denduu highly anticipated tsomoguudiin neg bolchij .. bi neeh retail sonsood bsan haha harin Legend of library-iin compilation maygiin sonin yum sonsood bsiin bnleshd

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Хийх юмаа олж ядаад Illmatic ийг upload хийлээ. Өөр шэйр дээр хийлгэмээр байвал хэлээрэй.

http://www.sendspace.com/file/6w3hff

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Illmatic -n lyrics -ees gants neg tavilaa...

net deer baidag chihsen zaaval oruulmaar sanagdad

Intro: Nas

Yeah yeah, aiyyo black it's time (word?)
(Word, it's time nigga?)
Yeah, it's time man (aight nigga, begin)
Yeah, straight out the fuckin dungeons of rap
Where fake niggaz don't make it back
I don't know how to start this sh*t, yo, now

Verse One: Nas

Rappers I monkey flip em with the funky rhythm I be kickin
Musician, inflictin composition
of pain I'm like Scarface sniffin cocaine
Holdin a M-16, see with the pen I'm extreme, now
Bulletholes left in my peepholes
I'm suited up in street clothes
Hand me a nine and I'll defeat foes
Y'all know my steelo with or without the airplay
I keep some E&J, sittin bent up in the stairway
Or either on the corner bettin Grants with the celo champs
Laughin at baseheads, tryin to sell some broken amps
G-Packs get off quick, forever niggaz talk sh*t
Remeniscing about the last time the Task Force flipped
Niggaz be runnin through the block shootin
Time to start the revolution, catch a body head for Houston
Once they caught us off guard, the Mac-10 was in the grass and
I ran like a cheetah with thoughts of an assassin
Pick the Mac up, told brothers, "Back up," the Mac spit
Lead was hittin niggaz one ran, I made him backflip
Heard a few chicks scream my arm shook, couldn't look
Gave another squeeze heard it click yo, my sh*t is stuck
Try to cock it, it wouldn't shoot now I'm in danger
Finally pulled it back and saw three bullets caught up in the chamber
So now I'm jetting to the building lobby
and it was filled with children probably couldn't see as high as I be
(So whatchu sayin?) It's like the game ain't the same
Got younger niggaz pullin the triggers bringing fame to they name
and claim some corners, crews without guns are goners
In broad daylight, stickup kids, they run up on us
Fo'-fives and gauges, Macs in fact
Same niggaz'll catch a back to back, snatchin yo' cracks in black
There was a snitch on the block gettin niggaz knocked
So hold your stash until the coke price drop
I know this crackhead, who said she gotta smoke nice rock
And if it's good she'll bring ya customers in measuring pots, but yo
You gotta slide on a vacation
Inside information keeps large niggaz erasin and they wives basin
It drops deep as it does in my breath
I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death
Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is defined
I think of crime when I'm in a New York state of mind

("New York state of mine" -- Rakim *repeat 4X*)

Verse Two: Nas

Be havin dreams that I'ma gangster -- drinkin Moets, holdin Tecs
Makin sure the cash came correct then I stepped
Investments in stocks, sewein up the blocks
to sell rocks, winnin gunfights with mega cops
But just a nigga, walking with his finger on the trigger
Make enough figures until my pockets get bigger
I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin
Give me a Smith and Wessun I'll have niggaz undressin
Thinkin of cash flow, buddah and shelter
Whenever frustrated I'ma hijack Delta
In the P.J.'s, my blend tape plays, bullets are strays
Young bitches is grazed each block is like a maze
full of black rats trapped, plus the Island is packed
From what I hear in all the stories when my peoples come back, black
I'm livin where the nights is jet black
The fiends fight to get crack I just max, I dream I can sit back
and lamp like Capone, with drug scripts sewn
Or the legal luxury life, rings flooded with stones, homes
I got so many rhymes I don't think I'm too sane
Life is parallel to Hell but I must maintain
and be prosperous, though we live dangerous
cops could just arrest me, blamin us, we're held like hostages
It's only right that I was born to use mics
and the stuff that I write, is even tougher than dice
I'm takin rappers to a new plateau, through rap slow
My rhymin is a vitamin, Hell without a capsule
The smooth criminal on beat breaks
Never put me in your box if your sh*t eats tapes
The city never sleeps, full of villians and creeps
That's where I learned to do my hustle had to scuffle with freaks
I'ma addict for sneakers, twenties of buddah and bitches with beepers
In the streets I can greet ya, about blunts I teach ya
Inhale deep like the words of my breath
I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death
I lay puzzle as I backtrack to earlier times
Nothing's equivalent, to the new york state of mind

("New York state of mind" -- Rakim *repeat 4X*)
("Nasty Nas" -- cut and scratched 8X)

It Ain't Hard To Tell

It ain't hard to tell, I excel, then prevail
The mic is contacted, I attract clientele
My mic check is life or death, breathin a sniper's death
I exhale the yellow smoke of buddha through righteous steps
Deep like The Shinin', sparkle like a diamond
Sneak a uzi on the island in my army jacket linin
Hit the Earth like a comet, invasion
Nas is like the Afrocentric Asian, half-man, half-amazin
Cause in my physical, I can express throuh song
Delete stress like Motrin, then extend strong
I drank Moet with Medusa, give her shotguns in hell
From the spliff that I lift and inhale, it ain't hard to tell

The buddha monk's in your trunk, turn the bass up
Nas, stories by Aesop, place your loot up, parties I shoot up
Nas, I analyze, drop a jew-el
Inhale from the L, school a fool well, you feel it like braille
It ain't hard to tell, I kick the skill like Shaquille holds a pill
Vocabulary spills I'm Ill
plus Matic, I freak beats slam it like Iron Shiek
Jam like a tech with correct techniques
So analyze me, surprise me, but can't magmatize me
Scannin while you're plannin ways to sabatoge me
I leave em froze like her-on in your nose
Nas'll rock well, it ain't hard to tell

This rhythmatic explosion, is what your frame of mind has chosen
I'll leave your brain stimulated, niggaz is frozen
Speak with criminal slang, begin like a violin
End like Leviathan, it's deep well let me try again
Wisdom be leakin out my grapefruit troop
I dominate break loops, givin mics men-e-straul cycles
Street's disciple, I rock beats that's mega trifle
And groovy but smoother than moves by Villanova
You're still a soldier, I'm like Sly Stallone in Cobra
Packin like a rasta in the weed spot
Vocals'll squeeze glocks, MC's eavesdropT
Though they need not to sneak
My poetry's deep, I never fell
Nas's raps should be locked in a cell
It ain't hard to tell

Represent
Straight up sh*t is real and any day could be your last in the jungle
Get murdered on the humble, guns'll blast, niggaz tumble
The corners is the hot spot, full of mad criminals
who don't care, guzzlin beers, we all stare
at the out-of-towners (Ay, yo, yo, who that?) They better break North
before we get the four pounders, and take their face off
The streets is filled with undercovers, homicide chasin brothers
The D.A.'s on the roof, tryin to, watch us and knock us
And killer coppers, even come through in helicopters
I drink a little vodka, spark a L and hold a Glock for
the fronters, wannabe ill niggaz and spot runners
Thinkin it can't happen til I, trap em and clap em
and leave em done, won't even run about Gods
I don't believe in none of that sh*t, your facts are backwards
Nas is a rebel of the street corner
Pullin a Tec out the dresser, police got me under pressure

Represent, represent!! (repeat 4X)

Yo, they call me Nas, I'm not your legal type of fella
Moet drinkin, marijuana smokin street dweller
who's always on the corner, rollin up blessed
When I dress, it's never nuttin less than Guess
Cold be walkin with a bop and my hat turned back
Love committin sins and my friends sell crack
This nigga raps with a razor, keep it under my tongue
The school drop-out, never liked the sh*t from day one
cause life ain't sh*t but stress fake niggaz and crab stunts
So I guzzle my Hennesey while pullin on mad blunts
The brutalizer, crew de-sizer, accelerator
The type of nigga who be pissin in your elevator
Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game
Used to sport Bally's and Gazelle's with black frames
Now I'm into fat chains, sex and Tecs
Fly new chicKs and new kicks, Heine's and Beck's

Represent, represent!! (repeat 3X)

No doubt; see my, stacks are fat, this is what it's about
Before the BDP conflict with MC Shan
Around the time when Shante dissed the Real Roxxane
I used to wake up every mornin, see my crew on the block
Every day's a different plan that had us runnin from cops
If it wasn't hangin out in front of cocaine spots
We was at the candy factory, breakin the locks
Nowadays, I need the green in a flash just like the next man
@#$% a yard God, let me see a hundred grand
Could use a gun Son, but @#$% bein the wanted man
but if I hit rock bottom then I'ma be the Son of Sam
Then call the crew to get live too
with Swoop, Hakim, my brother Jungle, Big Bo, cooks up the blow
Mike'll chop it, Mayo, you count the profit
My sh*t is on the streets, this way the Jakes'll never stop it
It's your brain on drugs, to all fly bitches and thugs
Nuff respect to the projects, I'm ghost, One Love

Represent y'all, represent!! (repeat 4X)

One time for your motherfuckin mind
This goes out to everybody in New York
that's livin the real fuckin life
And every projects, all over
To my man, Big Will he's still here *echoes*
The 40 side of Vernon
My man Big L.E.S.
Big Cee-Lo from the Don
Shawn Penn, the 40 busters
My crew the shorty busters
The 41st side of Vernon posse
The Goodfellas
My man Cormega, Lakid Kid
Can't forget Drawers, the Hillbillies
My man Slate, Wallethead
Black Jay, Big Oogi
Crazy barrio spot (Big Dove)
We rock sh*t, Ph.D
And my man Primo, from GangStarr
(Ninety-four real sh*t y'all, Harry O!)
@#$% y'all crab *ss niggaz though...
(Yeah, b**** *ss niggas! *etc.*)

Nas - live nigga rap

Niggaz thinkin sh*t sweet, I carry big heat
Wavy hair chipped teeth, up in this b**** deep
Queens murder clicks meet, yellow tapes on black gates
Mediterranean, projects is like Kuwait
I escape into zones, that's irregular
Why debate on a phone, I'm solar cellular
Escobar 600, you just a crumb inside a world
where the rich run it, curriculum of a mathologist
Deep throats, they try to swallow this
Anthropologists, dynasties of great knowledgists
I preserve in my dome, niggaz mics is full of silicone
Spot's blown, guerilla ice on this killer's life
I put my word on it
Now you can sleep on or rock a swerve on it
Nas is menage a trois' on Mount Aire lodges
We like a smooth fam', but rougher than how DeBarge is
Catchin charges, of marksmen, livin heartless
Grab a cartridge, cock my sh*t on some Mobb sh*t
We mobbin, puttin niggaz in mausoleums
From Queens cross the Throsnic, heads bop, I see 'em
from queens cross to throgsneck heads nod

Nas ийн хүссэн цомгийг хүссэн шэйр дээр аплоад хийж өгч болно шүү! хэхэ

Illmatic : http://www.mediafire.com/?moy7q98lims63ig

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оруулаад биш орчуулаад тавиач ?
dance гэж гоё үгтэй дуу байдаг шүү тэ ?

тхх ээждээ зориулсан дуу нь

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сүүлд гаргасан бүтээлүүдээс нь hey young world их таалагдсан

nas -n 5-n sard gargasan Album ni davgui bson bna le..

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All eyez of on me uur neg ohidiin hamtlagaas sample-dsen bdiima

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аан заза баярлалаа

би харин бас гайхаад байсийн,

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Nas -n Made you Look -n remix ni http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qH_ALy8xyig

2011 ond Nas -n uuriinh ni bie daasan tsomog gargahiig ni tesen yadan huleej baihaas.. Beat mangasuud ug tsomog deer hamtran ajillaj baigaa um chin aimar shaanna gedegt itgeltei bna

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Def Jam-ees zaaval gargah tiim shaardalaga Nas-d bgaa yum bolov uu daa.. zuger uuruu biy daagad jijig record-toi shasan ch yadgiin tiimuu

NAS and DAMIAN MARLEY- DISTANT RELATIVES


за би энэ альбомыг бүтнээр нь дарааллаар нь сонсоод сууж байна.
өмнө нь ганц хоёроор нь л татчаад байсым.
үнэхээр гайхамшигтай, зүгээр л BEAUTIFUL гэдгийг үнэхээр мэдэрч байна

Сүүлчийн дуу AFRICA MUST WAKE UP гэдгийг өмнө нэг их сүртэй тоогоогүм.
Энэ удаад альбомтой бүтнээр нь сонсоод сүүлчийн үг нь үнэхээр гоё хэлсэн байна аа.
Ёстой цэвэр уран бүтээл.
Нас + Дамиан Марли = өөр юу ч гарахав дээ....


[Nas - talking]
We want to thank y'all, everybody out there
This is Nas, Damian Marley
Distant Relatives..
We're all distant relatives, no matter where you from, where you live
How near or far...
Africa, China, Japan, Afghanistan, Israel...
We're all fam, we're all distant relatives
So that's why we came together -- one of the reasons
Why myself and Damian came together,
'Cause we all come from one place, and that's Africa
That's right, you too. And you.
The whole world!
We're all family, we're just spread out all over the place
So to all my distant relatives, let's take it back home!

NAS -n ene jil gargah tsomog ni changa um garaasai gej husej bna shde...

K'naan chin ene tsomgon deer nileen gaigui oroltsson bna le