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
[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, (Shot through your car door, shoutout to Cardo) yeah, yeah
[?] might fuck around
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
I know you smell aroma, I chop down Tacoma (Jump out)
I had the whole damn block, stop sign out that corner (Grr)
I ran my own lil shop of medicine and Yoda (Let's get it)
Packet sizzlin' hot, I had the whole thing in the motor
Feelin' like sinking (Yeah, yeah), blinking (Yeah)
Smokin' that [?] (Yeah, yeah), no blinking
[Post-Chorus]
We would get high in the bleachers and cuss out the teacher
I was livin' my own life and no one can reach us
[Verse]
If you play the game, dirty, dirty, no apologies
I ride through the hood, an urban legend, it's mythology
I pour up a deuce, you pour a seven, oh, you toppin' me
Rockin' out the coupe, I play with bread like it's Monopoly (Ahh)
Stoppin' me (Ahh), droppin' me
I let go of your hand like I'm movin' the stove and it's too hot for me (Ahh)
Stoppin' me (Ahh), droppin' me
I made all my Ms right on that block, you know what Donny need
[Chorus]
I know you smell aroma, I chop down Tacoma (Jump out)
I had the whole damn block, stop sign out that corner (Grr)
I ran my own lil shop of medicine and Yoda (Let's get it)
Packet sizzlin' hot, I had the whole thing in the motor
Feelin' like sinking (Yeah, yeah), blinking (Yeah)
Smokin' that [?] (Yeah, yeah), no blinking
[Post-Chorus]
We would get high in the bleachers and cuss out the teacher
I was livin' on my life and no one can reach us