Musica de Akpan Nsikak del Genero: Lyrics Todos los artistas y cantantes de música de Lyrics son individuos talentosos y apasionados que dedican su vida a crear y compartir su arte con el mundo. Su música de Akpan Nsikak 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 Lyrics, 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
GHETTO SYMPHONY LyricsVerse 1 (Igho Mike)
Pade mi ni shrine uncle Femi on a Thursday
That’s my alibi if they asking where the boy Dey
Coti full the town, turn the hood into a runway
Lay low with the squad, till it’s dark face the high way
Conceal em dracos
In location you don’t inquire, your knowledge made it expire, this ain’t a game bro
Several other colors be flying across the ghetto
They forever beefing .. homies strictly on em keto
Run with the scarecrows, gats remain on my ten toes
Niggas trynna spar, weigh heavy jabs eyan Klitschko
I ain’t got no time, ko rin ja de heavy metal
Hear the clanging chime.. It’s double swords on my Kratos
Mandem a Django,
Camouflage e be gecko
Double cross you for blenco
45 lo n fo go
See this are the traits ,
That fucked up our older cousins,
Lil homies do you dirty
You find yourself in a gully q
Brah no be hobby
Shit It is our reality, the social inqualities..
Redesigned our society
I’m just an anomaly,
Redefined by my company,
100 shots when they come for me
Retto Lu be bring the Calvary
Verse 2 (Mxps)
Purple hearted nigga chasing greens
Dok bodega;
It's nitro, blazing tings
Eyen ekpo in tha westside
Tryna get my wallet filled witt faces of dead guys
Pullt 25's every 24, only to get subcharged
Z kept looking for loopholes
Tha harder I fall tha higher I bounce
Against all odds
Muthafucka couldn't hold me back
Always up and about
NyaknoAbasi still hits the ground
100 miles & running
You still bound to catch a fade
Balance brought forward
carryover from back in tha day
. fool's eating junk
Big body tool's in tha trunk
Owl eyes, moving tha cut
Kickoff 2:54, straight-up fisticov
Swingins of filthy paws, bleep shit up
Borderline veggies get eaten up, nigga