Musica de Don Toliver 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 Don Toliver 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
[Chorus]
Take me to a place, hey, outer space
Please take away the pain, the head, ride away (Ooh, ooh)
Ride away (Ooh, ooh)
Ride away (Ooh, ooh)
Please don't make a scene (Uh huh), FN my jeans (Yeah)
I'm all about my cream (Ooh, ooh), by any means (Yeah)
And then come in between (Nah)
And do not touch my lean
You don't know what it means
To conquer all your dreams (Yeah)
[Post-Chorus]
When I ride around my hood smokin' that gas with my chest out
And I told my brother bring me thirty bags at the check out
And I heard you tellin' your family, “You'rе no good and you're a sell out"
And I'd love to bе on my block, but I had to get the hell out
[Verse]
What you want, babe, what you want
[?]
What you want, babe, what you want
I just need some time, you can buy anything
[Refrain]
I need assist so hide your bitch
I move my wrist, she got her some kicks
I'm geeked, I'm lit
I got her in the ricks
I got her in the sticks
I got her moving bricks
Summer time til' the high is over
Summer time til' the high is over
[Chorus]
Take me to a place, hey, outer space
Please take away the pain, the head, ride away (Ooh, ooh)
Ride away (Ooh, ooh)
Ride away (Ooh, ooh)
Please don't make a scene (Uh huh), FN my jeans (Yeah)
I'm all about my cream (Ooh, ooh), by any means (Yeah)
And then come in between (Nah)
And do not touch my lean
You don't know what it means
To conquer all your dreams (Yeah)
[Post-Chorus]
When I ride around my hood smokin' that gas with my chest out
And I told my brother bring me thirty bags at the check out
And I heard you tellin' your family, “You're no good and you're a sell out"
And I'd love to be on my block, but I had to get the hell out
[Refrain]
I need assist so hide your bitch
I move my wrist, she got her some kicks
I'm geeked, I'm lit
I got her in the ricks
I got her in the sticks
I got her moving