Musica de Ambre del Genero: Hip Hop Todos los artistas y cantantes de música de Hip Hop son individuos talentosos y apasionados que dedican su vida a crear y compartir su arte con el mundo. Su música de Ambre 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 Hip Hop, 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
[Intro: Chris Rock]
Women, women, women
What do y’all want?
What the fuck do y’all want?
Do you know what you want?
Do you know where you’re going?
Dude that
?
Do you know?
What the fuck do women want?
I know what you want…everything
That’s every woman’s answer, “everything”
Women want every fucking thing
Women act like life is just a big sale, and shit
[Verse 1: Dyme A Duzin]
I had a few of the baddest
Due to these musical tastes
Couple of cool ones, some average
Couple loose ones who down to
“Do what it do” for the status
Wifed a few, I’m embarrassed
Couple beauties that had it
Now they basura, it’s tragic
Abrea booty the fattest
All our movies were classics
Fucked the crew, now she married
I’m thinking, “Who would do that shit?”
Sara, my boo, out in Basal
Oh, the beauty of balance
Julie ain’t have a booty
But her medulla was magic
I’m reminiscin’ ‘bout my past bitches
The way I’m feelin’
Got me skimmin’ through your ass pictures
That’s facts for ya
But I’m never coming back to ya
This passion got me this cash
And now it’s a wrap for ya
When you hear this song I hope you think about me
I hope you tell your kids we dated and your seeds are salty
Fuck what you thinking, mami
And if there’s somebody new
Nobody knows, no wonder you do it forever
[Chorus: Ambre’ Perkins & Dyme-A-Duzin]
These sweet memories of you
Keep me creeping back to you
All I need, all I want, all in one
These sweet memories of you
Keep me creeping back to you
All I need (yeah), all I want (woah), all in one
[Verse 2: Dyme-A-Duzin & Ambre’ Perkins]
Uh
Badder bitches and some new addictions
Bumpin’ Bobby in my new edition
My shorty told me keep it true, now listen
From me to you, I’m giving me to you
Came up in a decent school
MCing had me on my scene
Couldn’t see me, I was feeling myself
Cuttin’ to cut my Puerto Rican boo
Guess I couldn’t have my cake and eat it too
But shorty had the cake and I would eat it too
I traded classes for cutty
Good grades for the glory and shows rappers’d study
Would you say a prayer for me if you actually loved me?
Tryna actually make it, to toasting glasses with Puffy
Politicking with Hova before all this shit over
I make my momma and my city proud (city proud)
I been holding all this soul, it’s time to get it out (get it out)
Hit the stage and get the bitches loud (bitches loud)
Shorty swallow, never spit it out
[Chorus: Ambre’ Perkins & Dyme-A-Duzin]
(All the ladies sing)
These sweet memories of you
(All the ladies sing)
Keep me creeping back to you
(Yeah)
All I need, all I want (want), all in one
(All the ladies sing)
These sweet memories of you
Keep me creeping back to you (uh)
All I need (Hilltop shit), all I want (Dyma), all in one