FRANK DUX

6y

not tru virgil was still in mix 2017

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

6y

I love you.

FRANK DUX

6y

not tru virgil was still in mix 2017

QrOv

6y

Songs of the year 2020 ranked:

1. Kanye west - Nah Nah Nah (snippet)
2. Kanye west - believe what i say (snippet)
3. Kanye west - donda (snippet)
4. Kanye west - wash us in the blood
5. Eminem - Godzilla

QrOv

6y

Songs of the year 2020 ranked:

1. Kanye west - Nah Nah Nah (snippet)
2. Kanye west - believe what i say (snippet)
3. Kanye west - donda (snippet)
4. Kanye west - wash us in the blood
5. Eminem - Godzilla

g6ntiana

6y

goat list you keep killin it 💯 💯 💯

SHAQUILLE

6y

Everything Ye say cause a new debate
"You see, he been out of touch, he cannot relate
His hallway too long, b**** too bad

QrOv

6y

Songs of the year 2020 ranked:

1. Kanye west - Nah Nah Nah (snippet)
2. Kanye west - believe what i say (snippet)
3. Kanye west - donda (snippet)
4. Kanye west - wash us in the blood
5. Eminem - Godzilla

QrOv

6y

Songs of the year 2020 ranked:

1. Kanye west - Nah Nah Nah (snippet)
2. Kanye west - believe what i say (snippet)
3. Kanye west - donda (snippet)
4. Kanye west - wash us in the blood
5. Eminem - Godzilla

16g

6y

thanks for the quality posts

QrOv

6y

Songs of the year 2020 ranked:

1. Kanye west - Nah Nah Nah (snippet)
2. Kanye west - believe what i say (snippet)
3. Kanye west - donda (snippet)
4. Kanye west - wash us in the blood
5. Eminem - Godzilla

Monky business

6y

Yet again, it was another late, sleepless night in Calabasas. The studio was packed, yet intimate all at the same time. Warm amber lights washed over exotic leather furniture, creating a dimly lit sonic oasis. A sweet aroma of weed smoke clouded the air, while vanilla scented candles were strategically placed around the room. The mood developed into a haze of relaxation. As engineers and producers methodically worked the mixing boards, Bu and the rest of his entourage nodded along to a rough take of a track that would later be called "NAH NAH NAH." Many individuals in the studio danced along while producers ran the track back, but there stood Kanye in a dark corner, dissecting every piece of "NAH NAH NAH" with surgical precision. The track stopped playing, and Kanye stepped from the shadows. He didn't speak much, but when he did, people listened.

"I'm going back in the booth, play that outro back."

Puzzled, the engineer began playing the outro instrumental back, not questioning Kanye's demands. The room fell quiet as people began to observe. As the outro began to play, Kanye put on a pair of monitor headphones, rubbed his beard and began to take a drink of a dark, murky substance. Closing his eyes, Kanye began to flow freely.

"Boy, we won, never no joke, nah, nah, nah." Producers and entourage members in the studio began to look around the room to see if others were witnessing what was happening. Kanye continued crooning into the microphone, while the mood became even darker in the studio.

"Boy, we won, never no joke, nah, nah, nah
All summer, 30-year-old, nah, nah, nah
Who they talkin' 'bout? Nah, nah, nah" The Engineer looked over to Bu with concern. The engineer whispered, "should we stop him?" Bu then put up one finger, as to silence the engineer while shaking his head, not taking his eyes off of Kanye.

"Doing me dirty. You're making me nervous. I haven't even heard from you. You look drained, you look exhausted, girl them late nights ain't good for you. Really starting to show on you. Don't hit me up when it's good for you. Ungrateful." By now, everyone had stopped what they were doing, all attention was focused on the darkened silhouette in the recording booth. Finishing up his final thoughts, Kanye hung up the headphones, took another sip of muddy water, and crept out of the recording booth.

As he came back into the studio, all eyes followed his every movement. Kanye retreated back to his shadowed corner, where he leaned against the wall with his fingers interlocked and pressed against his lips, as if in deep thought. The silence of the room created an uneasy tension. The uneasiness built more and more, as studio members waited for him to speak. Finally, he broke the silence.

"Play it back."

Monky business

6y

Yet again, it was another late, sleepless night in Calabasas. The studio was packed, yet intimate all at the same time. Warm amber lights washed over exotic leather furniture, creating a dimly lit sonic oasis. A sweet aroma of weed smoke clouded the air, while vanilla scented candles were strategically placed around the room. The mood developed into a haze of relaxation. As engineers and producers methodically worked the mixing boards, Bu and the rest of his entourage nodded along to a rough take of a track that would later be called "NAH NAH NAH." Many individuals in the studio danced along while producers ran the track back, but there stood Kanye in a dark corner, dissecting every piece of "NAH NAH NAH" with surgical precision. The track stopped playing, and Kanye stepped from the shadows. He didn't speak much, but when he did, people listened.

"I'm going back in the booth, play that outro back."

Puzzled, the engineer began playing the outro instrumental back, not questioning Kanye's demands. The room fell quiet as people began to observe. As the outro began to play, Kanye put on a pair of monitor headphones, rubbed his beard and began to take a drink of a dark, murky substance. Closing his eyes, Kanye began to flow freely.

"Boy, we won, never no joke, nah, nah, nah." Producers and entourage members in the studio began to look around the room to see if others were witnessing what was happening. Kanye continued crooning into the microphone, while the mood became even darker in the studio.

"Boy, we won, never no joke, nah, nah, nah
All summer, 30-year-old, nah, nah, nah
Who they talkin' 'bout? Nah, nah, nah" The Engineer looked over to Bu with concern. The engineer whispered, "should we stop him?" Bu then put up one finger, as to silence the engineer while shaking his head, not taking his eyes off of Kanye.

"Doing me dirty. You're making me nervous. I haven't even heard from you. You look drained, you look exhausted, girl them late nights ain't good for you. Really starting to show on you. Don't hit me up when it's good for you. Ungrateful." By now, everyone had stopped what they were doing, all attention was focused on the darkened silhouette in the recording booth. Finishing up his final thoughts, Kanye hung up the headphones, took another sip of muddy water, and crept out of the recording booth.

As he came back into the studio, all eyes followed his every movement. Kanye retreated back to his shadowed corner, where he leaned against the wall with his fingers interlocked and pressed against his lips, as if in deep thought. The silence of the room created an uneasy tension. The uneasiness built more and more, as studio members waited for him to speak. Finally, he broke the silence.

"Play it back."

NOCTA_VAMP

6y

Ksg 2018

Monky business

6y

Yet again, it was another late, sleepless night in Calabasas. The studio was packed, yet intimate all at the same time. Warm amber lights washed over exotic leather furniture, creating a dimly lit sonic oasis. A sweet aroma of weed smoke clouded the air, while vanilla scented candles were strategically placed around the room. The mood developed into a haze of relaxation. As engineers and producers methodically worked the mixing boards, Bu and the rest of his entourage nodded along to a rough take of a track that would later be called "NAH NAH NAH." Many individuals in the studio danced along while producers ran the track back, but there stood Kanye in a dark corner, dissecting every piece of "NAH NAH NAH" with surgical precision. The track stopped playing, and Kanye stepped from the shadows. He didn't speak much, but when he did, people listened.

"I'm going back in the booth, play that outro back."

Puzzled, the engineer began playing the outro instrumental back, not questioning Kanye's demands. The room fell quiet as people began to observe. As the outro began to play, Kanye put on a pair of monitor headphones, rubbed his beard and began to take a drink of a dark, murky substance. Closing his eyes, Kanye began to flow freely.

"Boy, we won, never no joke, nah, nah, nah." Producers and entourage members in the studio began to look around the room to see if others were witnessing what was happening. Kanye continued crooning into the microphone, while the mood became even darker in the studio.

"Boy, we won, never no joke, nah, nah, nah
All summer, 30-year-old, nah, nah, nah
Who they talkin' 'bout? Nah, nah, nah" The Engineer looked over to Bu with concern. The engineer whispered, "should we stop him?" Bu then put up one finger, as to silence the engineer while shaking his head, not taking his eyes off of Kanye.

"Doing me dirty. You're making me nervous. I haven't even heard from you. You look drained, you look exhausted, girl them late nights ain't good for you. Really starting to show on you. Don't hit me up when it's good for you. Ungrateful." By now, everyone had stopped what they were doing, all attention was focused on the darkened silhouette in the recording booth. Finishing up his final thoughts, Kanye hung up the headphones, took another sip of muddy water, and crept out of the recording booth.

As he came back into the studio, all eyes followed his every movement. Kanye retreated back to his shadowed corner, where he leaned against the wall with his fingers interlocked and pressed against his lips, as if in deep thought. The silence of the room created an uneasy tension. The uneasiness built more and more, as studio members waited for him to speak. Finally, he broke the silence.

"Play it back."

Monky business

6y

Yet again, it was another late, sleepless night in Calabasas. The studio was packed, yet intimate all at the same time. Warm amber lights washed over exotic leather furniture, creating a dimly lit sonic oasis. A sweet aroma of weed smoke clouded the air, while vanilla scented candles were strategically placed around the room. The mood developed into a haze of relaxation. As engineers and producers methodically worked the mixing boards, Bu and the rest of his entourage nodded along to a rough take of a track that would later be called "NAH NAH NAH." Many individuals in the studio danced along while producers ran the track back, but there stood Kanye in a dark corner, dissecting every piece of "NAH NAH NAH" with surgical precision. The track stopped playing, and Kanye stepped from the shadows. He didn't speak much, but when he did, people listened.

"I'm going back in the booth, play that outro back."

Puzzled, the engineer began playing the outro instrumental back, not questioning Kanye's demands. The room fell quiet as people began to observe. As the outro began to play, Kanye put on a pair of monitor headphones, rubbed his beard and began to take a drink of a dark, murky substance. Closing his eyes, Kanye began to flow freely.

"Boy, we won, never no joke, nah, nah, nah." Producers and entourage members in the studio began to look around the room to see if others were witnessing what was happening. Kanye continued crooning into the microphone, while the mood became even darker in the studio.

"Boy, we won, never no joke, nah, nah, nah
All summer, 30-year-old, nah, nah, nah
Who they talkin' 'bout? Nah, nah, nah" The Engineer looked over to Bu with concern. The engineer whispered, "should we stop him?" Bu then put up one finger, as to silence the engineer while shaking his head, not taking his eyes off of Kanye.

"Doing me dirty. You're making me nervous. I haven't even heard from you. You look drained, you look exhausted, girl them late nights ain't good for you. Really starting to show on you. Don't hit me up when it's good for you. Ungrateful." By now, everyone had stopped what they were doing, all attention was focused on the darkened silhouette in the recording booth. Finishing up his final thoughts, Kanye hung up the headphones, took another sip of muddy water, and crept out of the recording booth.

As he came back into the studio, all eyes followed his every movement. Kanye retreated back to his shadowed corner, where he leaned against the wall with his fingers interlocked and pressed against his lips, as if in deep thought. The silence of the room created an uneasy tension. The uneasiness built more and more, as studio members waited for him to speak. Finally, he broke the silence.

"Play it back."

Monky business

6y

Yet again, it was another late, sleepless night in Calabasas. The studio was packed, yet intimate all at the same time. Warm amber lights washed over exotic leather furniture, creating a dimly lit sonic oasis. A sweet aroma of weed smoke clouded the air, while vanilla scented candles were strategically placed around the room. The mood developed into a haze of relaxation. As engineers and producers methodically worked the mixing boards, Bu and the rest of his entourage nodded along to a rough take of a track that would later be called "NAH NAH NAH." Many individuals in the studio danced along while producers ran the track back, but there stood Kanye in a dark corner, dissecting every piece of "NAH NAH NAH" with surgical precision. The track stopped playing, and Kanye stepped from the shadows. He didn't speak much, but when he did, people listened.

"I'm going back in the booth, play that outro back."

Puzzled, the engineer began playing the outro instrumental back, not questioning Kanye's demands. The room fell quiet as people began to observe. As the outro began to play, Kanye put on a pair of monitor headphones, rubbed his beard and began to take a drink of a dark, murky substance. Closing his eyes, Kanye began to flow freely.

"Boy, we won, never no joke, nah, nah, nah." Producers and entourage members in the studio began to look around the room to see if others were witnessing what was happening. Kanye continued crooning into the microphone, while the mood became even darker in the studio.

"Boy, we won, never no joke, nah, nah, nah
All summer, 30-year-old, nah, nah, nah
Who they talkin' 'bout? Nah, nah, nah" The Engineer looked over to Bu with concern. The engineer whispered, "should we stop him?" Bu then put up one finger, as to silence the engineer while shaking his head, not taking his eyes off of Kanye.

"Doing me dirty. You're making me nervous. I haven't even heard from you. You look drained, you look exhausted, girl them late nights ain't good for you. Really starting to show on you. Don't hit me up when it's good for you. Ungrateful." By now, everyone had stopped what they were doing, all attention was focused on the darkened silhouette in the recording booth. Finishing up his final thoughts, Kanye hung up the headphones, took another sip of muddy water, and crept out of the recording booth.

As he came back into the studio, all eyes followed his every movement. Kanye retreated back to his shadowed corner, where he leaned against the wall with his fingers interlocked and pressed against his lips, as if in deep thought. The silence of the room created an uneasy tension. The uneasiness built more and more, as studio members waited for him to speak. Finally, he broke the silence.

"Play it back."

FRANK DUX

6y

thats when it dropped idiot stop quoting me