Musica de Aldivino del Genero: Lyrics Todos los artistas y cantantes de música de Lyrics son individuos talentosos y apasionados que dedican su vida a crear y compartir su arte con el mundo. Su música de Aldivino tiene el poder de emocionarnos, inspirarnos y conectarnos a un nivel profundo. En este blog FoxMusicaDe, exploraremos el mundo de los artistas y cantantes de música del genero Lyrics, destacando su dedicación, creatividad y contribuciones a la cultura.
Los artistas y cantantes de música tienen la capacidad única de expresar sus emociones y experiencias a través de su voz y talento musical. A través de sus letras y melodías, nos llevan a un viaje emocional y nos permiten conectarnos con nuestras propias emociones.
Además de su talento musical, los artistas y cantantes son verdaderos profesionales en su campo. Trabajan arduamente para perfeccionar su técnica vocal,
17 Bullets Lyrics[Intro]
17 bullets, 17 of 'em
A whole 30, let me go
(This is a true story of extreme violence and brutality and fear)
(These guys aren't just like the sopranos)
(These are the real sopranos)
Look
[Verse]
17 bullets in a rusted block
White people in my hood, they only call me cop
The dope good, they just wanna shop
Sticks in the trap, they wanna shut us down
They better come with SWAT
Hands down, we're the realest niggas
Pluggin' San Diego,we be still doin 'em like Philip rivers
No suits but we with the billers
Hey go price out here, your block still hot around mid-December
My life runnin' like I'm in a movie
Women in jacuzzis, Muslim security
Max some new recrufees
It's half-empty but I hold a 30
It's for the niggas who got partings from a bomb in my Lermony
The niggas cuttin' off the whole birdy
It's for the man workin' manual labour
You're comin' home dirty, experience, that's how we all learn
So before you get watchin' it drop to pay your law firm
And never hatin' when it's your dog time
These hoes know me for puttin' dm they box
Just like crosswords
It's kinda hard livin' life by the rules
So sometimes, you gotta plan it out
But write out your moves, before you walkin' 'em
You gotta pay a price for the shoes
You're like the mix how we drive shooters right outta school
The mayor run a city but the hustlers own it
12 bottles of Jose, that's a dozen roses
Stripes like black ops and now we come with hostlers
And rap's a trap, more cops then a Dunkin' Donuts
[Outro]
17 bullets (17 bullets)
17 bullets (17 bullets)
Yeah
Any of y'all claim no place with another (hollow heads)
I took 17 of them nigga
I let 13 of them go, 17 left
Yeah, 17 bullets