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,
[Interlude]
Skiing is the same way, you know?
People out here get on skis and they just think they can overcome the world, maybe it's—
Head down, moss down there, 'cause I see in here other people
[Intro: Estee Nack & al.divino]
Oh (Swoosh)
(High as ruler right now, man), that's right
(Slidin' on 'em, man), aha
(Standin' on the fuckin' passenger seat, man), It's a vibe, man
(Hangin' out the fuckin' sunroof, boy)
Ayo (Yeah, huh?), ayo (Yo), ayo
[Verse 1: al.divino]
We DCF babies, bought her brazy all the Mercedes
MacGyver through the most, shit ain't always all gravy, you know? (Ain't always all good, man)
How you ain't got it but lazy? (Huh?), by the dollar, you gotta pay me
Barnum and Baileys, plus [?] mob related, raised by wise guys (Know I mean?)
Wonder why I talk crazy, kick shotty out the telly, tellin' me I ain't shit (Aha)
Like I don't know already (I know!)
Eight-one-thousand sniff, resi' on the scazzy lookin' like some cake mix (Ay!)
Stick the connect, ditto, dusty poke on the plaintiff (Ah)
Plays look like a player kit (Aha)
Been lit, you late as shit, fish filet flip (Shh)
Now and Later post-nasal drip
Layed on Naomi Campbell look alikes, cook naked in the crib
Used to play the strip on the crumb (Woo)
Now the Crème Brûlée dish
Five Tower Fifth, Uzi, like I went and iced out my thick shorty
[Interlude 2: Estee Nack & al.divino]
Oh my God! (Know I'm sayin'?)
Shit-shit, better pay me, bitch (I want my money upfront, mama), you know?
Schyeah
[Verse 2: Estee Nack]
Yo, Salami con queso frito, paloma todo mucho chito (You a fuckin' kid!)
You not with the block, shot niggas through the peephole (Grra!)
Keep it loaded, make the heat blow (Blow!)
I'm reachin' quotas, I'm tryna keep dough (Money!)
You 'round the way, niggas is minor league though (A little nigga)
Shinin' piece glow, and teach hoes how to finesse, tricks might just hit a freak show (Yeah!)
Medellín snow, a diamond-ring blinger bitch for each toe
You never stood a chance, son, the kid finito (It's over)
Caught niggas fuckin' with [?] (Oh!)
Shit is digustin', you makin' trips rushin' (Whoop)
Cops at the door, it's down with this shit flushin' (Damn)
Thousand my chips, we countin' up bricks, plushin' (Yeah)
Now Mercedes-Benz S 550 AMG for the whip, crushin' (Cha-cha!)
Bad bitches had the 55 doubles (Aha)
King sized beds up off the avenue though
You and me is not compareable (Never)
Parables, we like Jonah backwards (Aha)
Trappin' different, listen, we not with the cap, drippin' prophylactic (Shine!)
Hat tricks, Sabre scan, you rattin' up for actress (Bing-bing-bing-bing-bing-bing-bing)
Seem as if you need some more practice
Quarter bag of fix, figure four, backflips, and all wack shit (Aha)
[Outro: Estee Nack]
I wanna fuckin' hear that, man