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
She walked in
They locked eyes and I knew it was on sight
All the guys they wait
For every girl they lay
But he’s got eyes on the new girl
There must be some condoms in my ride
This be my condo for the night
I feel so cool, high
When I’m with you oh, high
You’re my muse, so fly
The perfect contradiction, high
My American beauty
Going through withdrawal
Pulling my hair out, I need you so badly
I heard them Colombian things take you there..
But I prefer my shit homegrown
Come down, then I’m back again for round two
I couldn’t recognize the new do
I’ma love you like I used to, I ain’t afraid of nirvana
No come down, now I’m back again for round three
It’s amazing how you know me
Well it’s a beautiful OD
I ain’t afraid of nirvana too, high
When I’m with you oh, high
You’re my muse, so fly
The perfect contradiction, high
My American beauty
Ooh ahh
I spent so much loot to get fly on my pimpin
I’m hoping that the gas don’t run out in my whippington
I spent so much loot to get fly on my pimpin
I’m hoping that the gas don’t run out yeah
(…and Pippen goes flying!)
Spent so much loot to get fly on my Pippen
Im hoping that the gas don’t run out, waiting for you to get fly
You must don’t have gas
I’m cool, so fly
The perfect contradiction, high
My American beauty
Home of the brave, they shot up the rave
We shot back, now that toupee missing
Home of the brave, they shot up the rave
New blood on that wood grain glisten