Story Book Riddim

Jamal spit energy on this riddim, his copyright flowin' like a kite in the breeze. The beat was sick, makin' you wanna groove non-stop. His rhymes painted pictures in your mind, tellin' stories from the hood. You could feel the passion in every word, it was a true masterpiece. His copyright Told
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