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The Ambassador

by LD50

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1.
dont say it i can see it in your eyes man [it']s okay don't believe me bro feet stay planted my hands stay steady and the seeds they planted i plan to grow see for yourself when i blow up dude show up noobs with the verses, flow with a purpose strokes so smooth on the surface soon break through this curse of the cursive burst in the game, reversin' the game first subversive thirst in the game certain the mainstream herds done heard the pursuit of the purse and/or the personal gain nursin' the fame, [i'm] searchin the same road i aim adverse in the lane though do your worst, and collide headfirst earn a hearse your hurts verse mine can't hang yo ------------ pop morphine when i wake up, fuck it h2o then chuck it, fuck it bed-sheet heavy as a lead sheet heavy head and heart have started arguing they wonder why i fled sleep wonder why i dread sleep, wonder why i shred beats wonder whether i will be a legend or a deadbeat- breaklines cut, cut my class make time up? you can suck my ass i proceed to produce this sonic chronic burn it kill the pain, spawn it bleed it need it either vomit heat or feel insane feed a beat up in his brain; cravin' it like oxygen [or] oxy needed in his veins; fade away the thoughts in him straight-away i strayed-a-way made a play to trade the hated day to day charade away fated to create a way lace an instrumental with some mental stimulation see pray we see cliche emcees decay each day in energy we say we hate these monumental men or we pretend to be betrayed by messages their media presented presently maybe belated - but i made it hater don't tell me shit be gone or be honest, this the bomb as promised by LD50
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Call Me 02:35
call me the spectacular vernacular Ambassador and ill be happy call me LD50 you'll be accurate flow is so immaculate cuz all i do is practice it in fact a lack of action is impossible when passion hits faster faster master it: spit that shit then master it- i'm after it, a spot within that hall without an asterisk apt to risk it all this duty called i didn't ask for it natural-born assassin with a disposition pacifist rap sophisticated, half as jaded as i used to be you should see the ways the game will change when introduced to me truthfully, few could even step into the booth with me; FM radio is repping rap so fuckin stupidly rooted instrospectively, proven it empirically moving into lucid rapid-pupil-movement lyrically scrupulous attention to the brutal [w]rapping like a crucial acid trip, i'm happy if you had it hit you spiritually hip hop getta grip on this hot new spit not dishonest aint got shit but a beat-drop and a deep thought when the weed hop in the conscious inner bliss in the tree top kissing a swisher exist in a sea not fit for the fish but he sits there still fist full of pills, sick of the shit that he sift(s) through gills -pills back kill tracks still whack bills stack will cracks wonder will i ever get that thrill back still yack spill facts, notepads fill fast can't stop can't slack, drill until my skills max never happen. my destiny is rappin' a beat assassin after leaving feets[feats] of people[-]tapping the trees ambassador, seek to cease the massacre LD50, wish we had a fucking flux capacitor call me the spectacular vernacular ambassador and ill be happy call me ld50 you'll be accurate flow is so immaculate cuz all i do is practice it in fact, inaction isn't happening when you are passionate faster faster master it: spit that shit then master it- i'm after it, a spot within that hall without an asterisk after this has past i hope our kids look back and laugh at it you think you know my name but you dont even know the half of it
3.
Cooler 00:52
the main attraction gets a tame reaction when I open I rap insane, no lack of fame could change a fact i've spoken; broken sound barriers; fly like harriers drop napalm, A-bombs on your areas epidemic carrier -the more the merrier my only mission is to spit to transmit hysteria; bury a flash-mob emcee come[cum] for the cash get creamed by me; leave empty handed mix-in-to master: i planned it chicks in the past swing back and askin' for a hand perhaps another chance—act candid— payback when I lay back; leave em way back; leave em stranded it's what you get for crossin' me; trust in reciprocity I dont keep a grudge I keep a count of what you costed me; also keep a promise regardless of whom to. When I make them in the mirror, fuck you think i'm gonna do?
4.
Danke 02:04
[hook x 2] one thing that i learned in life: never get more than i earn in life better yet never bet time or money that i be[e] more happy when i find more honey class is out of session: not a lesson learned in retrospect notes are full of sketches of the dresses in the row ahead hoping that they notice me, revving up the rotary heading home and settin' flow in motion goin' over beats and you could be the one beside me honey if you aint bout money if you find me funny which is..likely. i can bet you'd like me if you let me on sight, i can getchu hyphy like lightin' mics on fire: spittin' kerosene writin' nice, roots are reaching to prepare a team i even thrive in icy climates like an evergreen cuz Under wood there's somethin' good like fuckin Sara Jean i'm not complete until i reach a seat atop the tippy i see the reasons LD50 should be hot as drizzy i be that 'witty motherfucker' from a different city the dirty Richy where i chill until i bring her with me try and top it, i bet you when it drops you cop it take a couple notes, jot a couple of my topics while they impersonate or haters fake and try to knock it ill be tropics watching hot exotic bodies rock it pockets grown up, like a socket, blown up overloaded with the offers till the profits shown up for the proper sure 'nuff imma sign that got a nonprofit on the line: show me where the dotted line's at
5.
we can take some pills i think i will just fucking smoke -i still for sure—per mil—prefer the adderall to coke high hopes hopinh i can hold an open eye and focus in multiply the vision through the scope of shit i'm motioning stoking some commotion with my notion of devotion to promotion of emotions being interwoven into words it's so absurd, (i'm) cursing what you heard, circumvent the hurdles, for the fame i'm on the verge saying it would be impressive, even for a second, if you could make me second guess my purpose in the present searching for a presence so essential universally tune it in and turn it up is just the perfect work for me i can go berzerk and beat or just coerce and work the beat if we're competing haters Lookin-Lost-Like they're worst of 3. avert your eyes and read the L's and tell with certainty it's worth a fee to see me take a GB but i'll work for free searchin', seizin' cheesy emcee's whole careers- first place: racing like a hearse stays chasing me rear view mirror: too near too often leer too long; get lost-in, shit is like a coffin euthanized dreams are awful common: on the out side sighing, inside crying vomiting [like] a-comet-in the impact- honest in the promise in the pact from way back between me and Thomas that I wouldn't change a prophecy for property, or profits, either offer me the top or see me cop it properly see the drop and rock the beat aint no need to pocket heat or talk defeat you see it's not an option aint no stoppin me --------- see the drop and rock the beat aint no need to pocket heat or talk defeat you see it's not an option aint no stoppin me
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Focus 03:32
fuck i've got a lot that's on my mind.. whatchu want while im on my grind!? bitch stop cryin' i aint got time in a whole day-to accommodate that kind blink one time life's over: no. turn up sound 'till i overdose hoping to keep those eyes wide open - so subs in the rover go: woof kick it like Bruce, no tip toing when im flowin in the booth sick' em like Cujo, psycho loose in the studio sweet tooth: these new flows be the proof so i'm goin' all in knowin' ill win all men fold to the truth in the end i'll stand tall if i can till i then when i fall back in with the dust in the wind business focus: finish-close n this diplomas just a bonus. it's in motion it's an open season on them bitch opponents switching scope and ditch emotions pitch and hope they notice me if they don't it's A-okay i'm cheifing like the POTUS be (downlow) ===================================== i can feel fame at the finger tips- but the game wont change the way that i maintain. sure i want cash, sure i want status, but that shits added it's not my aim not like brain from a hot dame on a airplane with cocaine it's not why-i came brought upon the rain, seasons change imma preach some for the trees in pain Rap Ambassador: rap tactician now i got glasses matching the vision after the mission, fast and efficient with a crack task-force cooking tracks in the kitchen "looking back wishing" is a past inhibition bitch ditching which is surpassing a dissonance it's official, give the kid a whistle if you know real shots aint called with a pistol fiscal year getting crystal clear getting shit in gear with the embassy agents push and we smoke that kush and we open doors for the friends we see hope for the hopeless, grow with a focus over the slippery slope they call show biz stoked for the dopeness over the broke shit hold tight till the whole world take notice
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Knock Knock 01:59
You know i'm accurate, packin it. a "pen" is "power" activist; i've been about this practice long enough to get immaculate. it's somethin 'bout a knack for it. somethin when you master, it's impassible to craft syntax without the facts in it. factor it. number every cracker spittin' actor shit and plastic keys across the seas are tapping even whacker shit and half these kids don't even know the half of it. they only see theatrics, and they rap before they even know what passion is. passin' instant judgement on these bastards like a basilisk. Aston in your bars but your garage is full of gas and piss and, as for this ambassador, plastic rappers are catheters aberrations i'm after; i'm cauterizing their apertures. i spit it hot enough to melt their plastic lips closed, cuttin' off the piss poor posers with the shit flows. admit it not enough brought enough, maybe not enough've got enough wit, or whatever it is, permittin' sick prose. the Bic chose me; clicked and it told me- "homie i'm gettin sick of these pricks tryin' to hold me; only spittin shit with a vision of gettin rich it's a pity, without a purpose, the perfect picture is lonely! hone me. go begin to grow beyond the phony. sow the seeds of reason where reason we've seen dethroned; be more than just an entity sent at me defend me from enemies, ascend with the scent of weed, send a meaningful message, and kick more rhymes than a centipede. this resin's embedded deep [but] the center's steady glowing and showing greater knowing so go-and set it free learn to give or let it be earn to live forever through rhetoric-with-a-pedigree." head of reconnaissance on rap predominance. common sense, on offense, bombing all them on-the-fence. calm, intense, and pensive at the same time; not to mention i've been on this since i came upon a dawn of confidence competence, the complements of "providence" and labor, monumental cognizance, the opposite of haters. i persist in pushing potent product; hope the profit off it offers opportunities to prosper with my neighbors.
8.
LMAR 02:30
Do you ever really get rid of a sliver of doubt that you can do that which you dream about, or figure it out? i've been adrift so long that i scrap most songs, in a rat race; making a safe route do i have to rap played out shit, just to get my name out quick? or can i be the same old kid, who fame wont kid- who paints the whole pic hid behind old lids and goes big coast to coast[ing], hosting dope gigs no pigs only this mic roasting grow figs to sixes and dont split no shit with bitch tricks who gold-dig so figured out, foes dont trigger doubt hoes who pose don't grow close i kick 'em out sick of how every body pivot now n stick around everybody wanna pick a coattail ticket now ---------------------- i work too hard, i've come too far to mind chatter doesn't matter who you are grew apart from the parties; the crew parted started new parts and accrued targets white suit, red carpet in reticle blue skies, blue dream, new green: medical cruising with a team or a beauty in a bimmer if you could see she's diff-er-ent they're usually schemers cute in her demeanor, couple misdemeanors trouble bubble booty, double-duty high beamers funny out in public when she strutting people love it making Cudi's out of nothing, turning brothers into leaners (but) fuck the magazines-or the tabloid gossip fuck the paparazzi, enough to have me nauseous nothing but a salaried stalker obnoxious stuff turns dreams into nightmares stop this
9.
i never been the type to bitch or moan or pick a fight if only you knew what my life was like you probably wouldn't do the stupid shit you like to do you try and make me fight with you. violating peace of mind, i try to make it right with you trying to decipher you i lie awake at night for you. no i am not waiting up, i know i am not right for you and so i light the doobie up |and write a few in spite of you on my way to do me losing sight of you, i hope cut the rope quit the moping dont need serotonin bolstering soloing the challenge to control and balance dopamine. i know i can handle it without us hand in hand, but it without a doubt will be a route around the shit i planned for this and for this, damn i thank my fam and thank my fans for this transfer this fantasy defeated see the chance for this answer this: why you leave me when i need you most?! see your ghost creep in close, need another double dose and ================ all this time i said that it was me, it was you and i knew but i couldn't think it through, i refused to you i misused you, knew i was confused knew that if it came to you or the truth, i would choose you all this time i said that it was me, it was you and i knew but i couldn't think it through, i refused to you i misused you, knew i was confused knew that if it came to you or the truth, i would choose you ================ took for granted what was handed to me at first took the blue, took the red, no one said it'd make it worse no one ever told me i would see another control me and when i look at the old me it only hurts like you ever think about nothing? no? ever had nightmares uncontrolled? ever let yourself feel cold? have you even ever had a dream you could call your own?! (no, no) don't you see, walls that you put up, they fall around me peek inbetween 'em seeking freedom, you'll find it finally why do we dilute each other, why dont we just try to be fine with other kinds of people, why do we live violently? desperately be reaching for approval from society? why do we exist? i dont know but i know this imma go and peek around hope i found out what it is; imma find out what it is i should make this shit my biz-oh wait i did you know? i got that natural talent, so ambition honed a vicious flow shit this goes, listen close, this is my artistic growth bitches come, bitches go, metamorphosis invoked wishing you the best because i know this shit is difficult but all you have to do is be original [ hook x2 ]
10.
Risk 01:54
realize risk makes life what it is feel that rush when he grips that mic that's his but it changes, new pains new p[l]aces, new frames he arranges aim for the maintained thrill empty until; lust start to rush in and fill maybe the fear, death might near, maybe it's only a tear she's afraid of maybe the love; i don't wanna see you with him yo he dont wanna see you let him go she dont be the one who be the one to leave before we know even when we know it's cold maybe the pain; you don't wanna be so sure you don't wanna be so sure maybe the pain; never wanna be so sure never wanna be so sure so open up and ill be right by you hope enough of you see like i do hope enough of you love my flow hope enough of you love my soul grow my clause, dont have the math but you can show me the odds in the aftermath have faith that the words that i conjure tho [will] last long after i'm a goner yo shit's been tough, but im on a roll dont give a fuck about honor roll that's a risk that this song explores fuse affixed will this bomb explode x2 fuck you bitch if you hate on me and if you switch you can bank on me this music is the proof, truth, that you'll see soon how great ill be take these bars, take my scars take me far, you make these stars. make me big i can make me better; take my word, i will go hard
11.
Sun Dance 03:12
she was in the back row, back in her 6th grade class never would have cheated but she never would have passe not cuz she was dumb, maybe a little crazy, not too lazy not true ADHD. young rebel with a hate that she blamed on the shit we wade through daily. come level with the fate that she may see pain each day and she may seem crazy but she wont phase out pride, no regard for the ways outside of her mind-state waves interfere days into weeks into months into tears and assumptions fears of consumption, beers on a weekday gears lock place unengaged on a replay sound-waves clear her from a haze- and she savors to hear some days new ear-drum flavors peers some days through a mirror at a weird neighbor labor, just to keep on truckin. keep on sucking up, keep on duckin. keep on long enough keep on puffin fronting like nothing, nothin' like bluffing she had somethin it was somethin like nothin id seen- what i mean it, i was hypnotized wise and pristine it was in those eyes: skylights wide to the inside to the pool so bright it emits light even despite the pollution: quite resolution slightly diluted over a fight for solutions love to dance but she hates clubs any chance she refrains from her make up she gets high off beauty but she has a high tolerance always be to blame for the break up had the same ambition get the cake up- -wishing we could wake up everybody, make up time. same damn vision but the aim was diff-er-ent makes me miss it when i play back time makes me wish that i could change my mind, but i can't i wont, i wont play blind and i wont pay time to a cause at odds with mine. never gonna compromise --------------------------------------- can't switch sides, knowing this sides right. been back there where shes at when i lacked foresight fast-forward grasp more tact more facts, forthright when i ask for a fight formidable but my insight's stronger morbid it might seem for a bit longer she was trying to see each face be fed dream to proceed each place she tread free 3rd-world countries from the pain, rain aid from a plane to the plains where the aids reign aim to attain health care welfare for the whole wide world in vain "girl you're insane!" then she said i'm heartless said i'm just a cynic who she wants no part with so i packed my crap and i left tears in my eyes and a gap in my chest
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Tall 03:51
as a rapper i'm supposed to be an actor talk about the cash it's the only thing im after talk about the fact that a bitch don't matter how i get zones fatter and i get stoned faster half of those who listen [are] only wishing to escape on a mission to envision being rich and getting fame for a minute, they imagine them in it having a blast monotony in the past, and at last satisfaction in grasp- and i should be so competent, need no compliments, be so confident that i can feed those egos needs and relieve those griefs but it's just not me you see i care about a so called "bitch." i do despair as i prepare to carry on alone. i'm scared of fame, cuz it snowballs quick; and i'll be wary and beware even the airiest of thrones don't you pair me with the clones, i'm a Jedi said i get high, fly, never fret, i vibe with the universe, transcribe it to the verse anti dark-side even with the red-eyes ----------------------------- this is richmond this is DC MD VA be the key 3 can we please say rap needs me. blowing up enough until you're showing up to see me? open up for weezy, open up for yeezy, hoping ill perform wit logic n g-eazy tokin gup a storm and open another door^ enforce support for^ some poor trees that need me ----------------------------- spit Tang like Wu, got a Method to my madness repping RVA, and i'm gettin shit established kill it out of habit, feeling like a savage insane inside, outside average i hardly know me anymore or so it seems. except i need more Percs and i need morphine need more shirts and i need more jeans and i need more work and to feed more fiends never gonna make it with some fake shit, break this case of inhibition til i taste: it greatness seen a couple crumble they were buzzing like a bumble but the hype is only hype they kept it basic face it all about the patience, all in how you pace it all it takes is politics and tolerating hatred.. and hey kids when the times get tough when your mind gets stuck and your rhymes just suck just puff, puff, pass find a tiny piece of peace of mind inside the grass or the wine glass try and bump these lines to unwind fast and to find gaps of the grime in the time lapse bitch im on it like a bonnet on a whip in Britain a bit elite, a little snobby [is] probably where i fit in i shit upon dishonor, this witty spit is like a mitten how it fit him, aint no way you can acquit "your honor" im on a rampage comment on my fan page- man i can't wait till i meet each one marijuana back stage with the pack raging frients can't wait till i see these funds --------------------------- this is me tell me who the hell with me who the hell believes in LD-50 who can tell me just how to dispel doubts that i excel beyond cells n sellouts ---------------------------hook x2
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Tang 02:25
oh you thought you could have my flow bite my style, grab my clothes fight my fire with a fire-of-your own psych, hold tight time to grab my hose suck my dick you dont like my shit- still think quick under influence still big pics of the Moon where the Man came through but it's true he aint been here since-- imma kill shit till i get to work with them work with Cudi get to work with Em worthless study for the class that im in soon to be the past, this is the last that im in blast from the gas-mask, ashe in the tin. bask in the cloud breath out breathe in fasten ya seatbelt, gas when the heats felt catch my ass, I'll pass you again suicide sprints in a do or die mind-state crew and i grind straight through and i win (i'm the) dope dealer, low profilla with the whole flotilla finna grow mo' scrilla flow so illa, no mo [Va]nilla- don't need no ice, im a stone cold killa on the track, sit back and witness this murder systematic in eradicating the vermin-servin smelling-salt spit, slept on like Serta: sure to be heard of verse like sermons new day same shit, make another hit break another emcee make another quit- stay faded, never get jaded never disrespect the game i upgrade it made it from a dream to the truth keen with the flow and im mean in the booth looks that kill, fuck a hook that's trill and i beam at the shows, come see 'em for the proof --------- pop pills for the pain drop skills for the game fuck t-mills, faggot should be ashamed r/hiphopheads where you at homeboy? you deserve that fame- burst in the game reversing the game first subversive thirst in the game certain the mainstream herds done heard the pursuit of the purse or the personal gain nursing the fame im searching the same road i aim adverse in the lane tho do your worst and collide head first earn a hearse your hurts verse mine can't hang -spit tang like wu, got a method to my madness reppin RVA, and im getting shit established kill it out of habit, feeling like a savage insane inside, outside average active soul lemme pack this bowl- toast EQ, isaiah and ben hove hope these dudes are ready for '13 bring hip hop home to the richmond throne
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The Departed 03:24
i dont wanna die; i dont wanna live same 9 same 5 guys already did im a visionary bitch, meet me when im rich teach these clowns how to be selfless bout time we arrive gentlemen steez on the rise G's on east and the west see reason and peace the unease the unrest subsides --------------------------------------- bound to have found flow that sounds so dope in the underground hunting grounds; come up comes around when i down-scope- i dont mean to brag i dont even have swag but the swank's fine, thanks mine wasn't from a bag. ... wasn't-tagged; wasn't-wrapped. wasn't labeled organic or other crap- spin-the track back picture their reaction. picture how you act when find something genuine when you mind-dine on some actual passion. not a snack but an actual ration not a fad, not a trend, not a fashion not an act but a natural fascin-ation with a craft, infatu-ation, with the fabric of its charm, grandeur, magic of it's so much more when it's your creation hook x2 --------------------------------------- gunning for the prize, running for my life running from your lies and the lines: imma live outside them im gonna find something real outside them or fall in the fight; with a zeal: im grinding feel like climbing flying shining.. and if i die, i'm dying trying simple-minded fools sit by and watch with a sigh while time slip by him- i dont give a fuck but it do seem funny dudes be running they pursue they money truth be told the cash is cold; the grass is gold next-door you dummies. when you where the hearse is, bucks turn worthless shucks if the deluxe tux weren't worth it. sucks to achieve that stuff too late, when you see whats what and the crux was purpose
15.
TwoTrainz 02:05
young white man staring at the mic stand carry what i can for the new rap nation tear into it wearing through it heat it like thermite or eat it like termites: screw the foundation feel the vibrations; whole place shaking old make way, let the new wave break in tape 2 drop is due to shock who cop it like may of '98 and the game's playstation (http://tinyurl.com/9vdlx) .. fighting CP's like Gordon [fight and see peace] http://tinyurl.com/ajhoxm3 Free Me with the mic, might soar like jordan hop and hit the boards nonstop desktop chop shop test ops range electronic to pop rock im a top crop growing in, hydroponics flowing in spit that ultrasonic like the chronic that im blowing and goin in, knowin in a minute they'll be fouling growlin' scowlin', til they throw the towel in fast lane drifter, mental weight lifter plates tectonic im a rap game shifter earthquake epicenter your face if you're fake- if your mask is plastic ill smash it for your sake birthday the 16th and MA the birthplace [mass]ive the verses, it had to be pure fate [choosits]o you git to witness the truth kids use it or lose it, this business is ruthless the dank, the mary, my sanctuary carry me very wary i parry adversaries who wanna bury me posing as homies, only they hopin the boss trips only chip-in for a ferry to float me across Styx the caustic spit shits on them pawns upon six. bomb ticks on, hitting them spawning conflicts nonfiction writtens i picture them getting bitten; and switching position bars in my vision like prison convicts gone
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spit sick like mono still need Brawndo in the condo tho (you) got no time for women when you envision this kind of dough got control that's not remote; i think i got uncommon flow shrink is not a dr. like dre i opt for the chronic smoke coping introspectively by opening the chest of me meditate and mary-jane necessitates the recipe mercking putting work in had my doubts but now its certain bout a thousand way to murder shit without a stage it's curtains bitch the sound of silence aint just for Simon my Art can earn it i mine and burn it cook bars in my verses like fucking furnaces surface to air--waves. working shit their way. hip hop will hit turbulence the day i get airplay turbo whip im ridin in, hello then goodbye again metaphor for life i might rev it and let the tire spin-- smoke is in rotation: marco polo, no yolo, go slow and steady hold headies that have my lids on the low low i hit that heavy duty tootie fruity after acapulco gold rapping with sativa's one reason i breathe both hot and cold grinding while i'm grinding i be cutting while im cutting i be wrapping while im rapping double tasking like it's nothing roll it up, burn it down NO. i cant turn it down yo my concern is with the earnings i can turn around so while the soundcloud grow, while the crowd round choke imma go flip that dope on the down-low hold my city down tho, "push it to the limit" talking scarface money imma get it in a minute- underground but the people in my town fuck wit it for the sick sound plus i aint a clown fuck gimmicks shit i spit is from the heart, shit i did it from the start make a living killing mimics i committed to the art never fit in but fuck it i'm waging[wage-ing] war 'n' im[warren i'm] buffet im making change in the game and im makin more outta nothin so listen im on the top of shit no matter what the topic is soon as you cop this shit you stop and think a bit about how hot this is how ill convince, the populace, my shit is poppin once it drop there aint no stoppin this im talking confident through all the fucking time i gave all the sleep i lost and all the sacrifices i have made i have paid, ive been in pain and ive waited patiently and i refuse to lose what ive gained if i state it basically

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