Me and my boys were listening to cash money rappers during the height of N.Y. rap in the 90s..no limit minus mystikal was garbage but we appreciated quality. Trap is not quality and young thug reeks of homosexuality..
You the nikka sitting in the back of your boys Honda Civic in your musty avirex jacket on the way home from the club complaining that the reason you ain't get no hoes cuz the DJ ain't play Immortal technique.
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