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,
[Intro: al.divino]
It's on the creek, man (This Moët got me right, man)
Sneak upon you like Shinobi, man
Know I mean? (Know?), all that
Blow-blow-blow, blow-blow-blow
[Verse 1: al.divino & Estee Nack]
Ayo
My older heads still pitchin' dope for bread on the side
Slide with the toast, you dead as ghost if I let it go, slime
My legacy etched in stone already
The Lord know my death gon' be heavy though (You hear me?)
Heads roll like Sonic the Hedgehog for sure (Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)
Logged in all across the coast (Woah-woah-ah)
Approach with caution or you gotta go
Cuddys coppin' coke, not on boat but on the regular (On the regular)
Get over any obstacle life throw (Yeah!)
Everyday the dice roll (Woo!), we gon' be more than alright though (What we doin' there alright)
Bet whatever on it
TEC on me in the ride, set the climate (Blow-blow), steady climbin', my life forever shinin' (Bing-bing-bing-bing-bing-bing-bing-bing)
Federales plottin', but they gon' never get me, I promise (I promise!)
Heavy pockets, bet a product you might get popped over some petty shit in the process (Bing-bing-bing-bing-bing-bing-bing-bing-bing-bing-bing-bing)
It's Reaganomics in every project (Every you heard)
Sip Moët 'til I vomit (Ah!)
Play check the city like it's tectonic (Woo)
Finesse, commas constant; that's common knowlegde (Know that!)
Kamikaze is on assignment, high explosives is the science of this (Hahaha, doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)
I personify the glitch (Yeah)
Hand on the 9, lift you like empowerment (Hold I let it go!)
Lead showers, you hear the wolves hollowin' (Ooh!)
[Interlude: Estee Nack]
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!, yeah
(Woo!), because I said so, nigga (Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)
Cut the fuckery (Fuckery!), haha, yo
[Verse 2: Estee Nack]
Science glass, wire taps (Doot-doot-doot), bible class
Suicide usin' fiber glass (Nah!)
Run, I'ma chop the tracks, yo (Ding-ding-ding)
You couldn't flush the work fast enough, papo (Flush!)
Then you ratted on the entire kualo (Snitch!)
Ahora te tenemos que ir a papao
Free vodka shot, bravo (Take that)
Dixie gado, get my slice like [?] (I got mine)
I got it clickin' with gas from Gustavo, extra ordinario (Gracias!)
Wipe 'em off the map, sippin' Clicquot like I'm a wino, yo (Pop!)
Pop the top off your Tahoe if you actin' like a Sammy Gravano (You a rat, nigga!)
I want the chopper, money bag, bottle service, it's models twerkin' on niggas for follows (Yeah!)
Harsh hollow, underworld livin' dangerous
Ain't a bitch that's changin' [?] (Blow-blow-blow!)
My youngan slam on you, been off of angel dust (They with!)
Percuss a jam on you (Yeah)
I tryed to warn you niggas, keep it peace, bro, (For real), as far as the street go (Aha)
My youngans'll let the heat blow
Run upon you, creepin slow and put you on your ass for tryin' to climb up the grease pole (Ad-lib)
Sweet and low, nigga, son (Yeah!)
[Outro: Estee Nack]
(Doot-doot-doot)
You better keep talkin' that jazz on 'em
Mornin' shows like Ebro (You fuckin' stupid!)
We 'bout to feast, yo (Ain't nobody tryna hear that, any of shit, man)
My shit official (Official!)
[?], nigga (Yeah, wash my dishes, mama)
Whatever