Musica de Amir del Genero: Electronica Todos los artistas y cantantes de música de Electronica son individuos talentosos y apasionados que dedican su vida a crear y compartir su arte con el mundo. Su música de Amir 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 Electronica, 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]
What'd he say?
(2Ezzy on some other shit)
(Yeah, ayy)
[Chorus]
Mason Margiela on my feet, I feel lovely
Bad lil' bitch in my face, she disgusts me
Fuck out my way, we don't do lovey-dovey
And I don't want that broke bitch, no, ew, please don't touch me
Navy man march, when we walk bitch we tuckin'
Lil' Daij woke up on some shit, we see the opps, then, bitch, we bustin'
And some time I let 'em duck, fuck that bitch, and then her cousin
And I'm shittin' on these niggas, bitch, we really came from nothin'
[Bridge]
And I'm so wasted, I'm complacent
And I'm so dangerous, in this lifestyle thеy won't make it
[Verse]
Shit, why they tryna scrap?
Teezo, pull up with that strap, ayy
Two shots through his back
Y'all niggas going dumb, we finna pass him up, okay
Said hе wanna be fly, we finna blast him up away
Niggas want me to slide, you better catch me up, skrrt
Hop out the Lambo, there's no way these niggas can beat me, no way
DC the new Jimi Hendrix, that nigga rock CC, okay
Oh, you ain't fuckin' know? (Yes, sir)
Are you off Adderall?
What the fuck we doin'? Brodie whippin' hella bowls (Go, go, go)
Whip it up, whip it up, we goin' floor by floor, ayy
Hoppin' out the four by four with that four by four, ayy (Let's go)
Put his big head ass right up in my fuckin' scope
ØUTLAW my hoodie, get yo' ass balled like Derrick Rose
Ayy, trap shit, DC Brad Pitt, I'm on some cash shit
What happened?
You lil' niggas past tense, he on that wack shit (Ayy)
Mr. Crack A Bitch And Then Pretend It Never Happened
I'm savage, I'm everlasting, I woke up swaggin', I'm gone
[Chorus]
Mason Margiela on my feet I feel lovely
Bad lil' bitch in my face, she disgusts me
Fuck out my way, we don't do lovey-dovey
And I don't want that broke bitch, no, ew, please don't touch me
Navy man march, when we walk bitch we tuckin'
Lil' Daij woke up on some shit, we see the opps, then, bitch, we bustin'
And some time I let 'em duck, fuck that bitch, and then her cousin
And I'm shittin' on these niggas, bitch, we really came from nothin'
[Outro]
And I'm so wasted, I'm complacent
Fuck out my face
Ooh-ooh (Won't go)