Musica de Alsbeatz 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 Alsbeatz 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 técnica vocal,
[Verse 1]
Running from your love, yeah, you've been trying to kill me
Ever since I fell off, you've been trying to feel me
I've been seeing red, baby, maybe that's the real me
Every single day I've been running from my feelings
[Pre-Chorus]
Pardon my French, but I'm fluent in the Henny
If you wanna go I've been posted with a semi
Call of Duty closet, toting on my remi
She be tryna fuck on my boner like she SEBii
[Chorus]
Posted with a nina, tech nina, that's a heater
Yeah it give a fever, do it by my leisure
If it's empty mags, then we chop 'em with a cleaver
Yeah, you die today, say hello to the reaper
Busted all inside now she's acting like I need her
I don't need her, leave her to the streets
Fucking with my fam, I got John Wick shooters
Just like my ex, bitch, you're a fucking loser
[Bridge]
You're a fucking loser, you're a fucking loser
You're a fucking loser, you're a fucking loser
[Verse 2]
Shoutout to my ex, she a bitch, she a freak
But I'm onto the next, I've been starving for the green
Yeah, these hands bi, and they down to cause a scene
She will catch a .40 if I see her in the streets
I ain't even mad, she just made me who I be, yeah
Eyes on the prize, just living on my feet, yeah
All these haters talking shit, I don't even listen
Eyes closed, ears plugged, heads up when I glisten
[Pre-Chorus]
Pardon my French, but I'm fluent in the Henny
If you wanna go I've been posted with a semi
Call of Duty closet, toting on my remi
She be tryna fuck on my boner like she SEBii
[Chorus]
Posted with a nina, tech nina, that's a heater
Yeah it give a fever, do it by my leisure
If it's empty mags, then we chop 'em with a cleaver
Yeah, you die today, say hello to the reaper
Busted all inside now she's acting like I need her
I don't need her, leave her to the streets
Fucking with my fam, I got John Wick shooters
Just like my ex, bitch, you're a fucking loser