Musica de Amuse 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 Amuse 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,
[Intro]
(I will make your corpse dance)
[Verse]
.40 round bust, fuck his stomach up
That ho is dreamin', she thought that I wanted her
Uh, she want me to come over and cum on her
But I ain't that nigga to sum it up
Honestly, I be that nigga to run it up
Make yo' bitch go suck some dick for a hunnid bucks
Don't give a shit and I don't give a hunnid fucks
I serve the same shit that's fuckin' yo' uncle up
Niggas be federal, tellin' on several
Puttin' that lead to his face, it's allegeable
You can't identify, you livin' in a lie
You can't believe it, but bitch, it's right in yo' eyes
Nigga, I see it, I recognize
Uh, put that pump to his mouth like a breathalyze
Uh, this nigga tellin' a breath of lies
Uh, and the strap work it out like it exercise
Uh, The Exorcist, nigga, your head'll twist, nigga
He said y'all name, he a sediment, nigga
You think I'm lame, that's irrelevant, nigga
I'll take your chain and then sell it, lil' nigga
Ayy, disrespect, uh
I let a hollow tip hit ya neck
Clip is extended, but this bitch can't disconnect
Serve 'em like WiFi and fuck up yo' internet
This ain't no drive-by, I'm hoppin' out shootin' shit
My shit ain't biased, hit whoever you was wit'
Why niggas try it and die over foolishness?
Put the strap on 'em, he lie like a hooligan
Niggas keep losin' they lives over stupid shit
You hit some shit, better watch who you do it with
'Cause niggas be tellin' the cops on that foo-foo shit
Now he face down, pool of blood and a pool of piss