Musica de Skrilla del Genero: Rap Todos los artistas y cantantes de música de Rap son individuos talentosos y apasionados que dedican su vida a crear y compartir su arte con el mundo. Su música de Skrilla 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 Rap, 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,
[Verse]
Don't let me down
Please go, bro, go walk him down
Like walk a dog like (Come here) smell it (Get him, get him)
Cocomelon, bring the crown (Yeah)
You got the pound, fulete shots, I wan' see that boy hit the ground (There you go)
Undertaker, Underworld (Undertaker)
Ain't gon' buy my bitch no diamonds, buy the world, uh (World, uh)
You poppin' all that killer shit, cash rule the world (Underworld)
Lil' bro your body count too low, that shit ain't thorough (That shit ain't thorough)
Karate chop that brick in half, I'm sellin' squirrels (Hoo-yah)
You catch that body, nigga, we gon' get it back (Get him, come here)
Body shop, Dennis finessin', damn nеar ran the meter back
Cops thеn booked me with my heater, man, I need that heater back (Nah, for real)
What the fuck I'm in the trap? It's cold as hell up in the cell (Shaka)
Underworld, this burnin' hell is worse than jail (Huh)
Bitch, I'm a demon, I'm with demons, burn your sage (Huh)
They really let my demon fresh up out the cage (Out the cage)
I feel like Ogun when I got my stick on stage (Ogun)
I told my dog up in his eyes, "This tailor made" (Nah, for real)
Can't be remade (For real), bitch, I'm a different type of bread
I let my shooter take the lead (For sure)
Look what my baby mom can see she if she made a angel (Nah, for sure)
They done shot that nigga dead, I told 'em, "Thank you" (Oh-oh, oh, my God)
Huh (Huh)