Musica de Apollo Brown 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 Apollo Brown 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.
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It’s Different Lyrics[Verse 1: Philmore Greene]
I move in this matrix, working for them lucrative payments
Everything I spew is greatness and it's proven contagious
Philly the plague, I'm spreading over eye contact
This is class Cuban cigars and some high cognac—in taste
Y’all niggas moving at a snail's pace
Hookahs and vapes, cheese, wine and fresh grapes
This is the feeling of blowing reefer to Kurtis Blow in 81
Shouting out: "These are The Breaks"
I-need-all-the-cake, the beat on I need all the bass
Hit the gas and I ease off the breaks
We gotta get by, hardscrabble this is life in the Chi
Post traumatic before he shot him looked him right in his eyes
He's survived, what you gon' do? Murder or forgiveness
Just think of how many men be lurking with a vengeance
Ready to kill, on site, he know it and he meant it
Police at every door like Jehovah had a Witness
It's different
[Hook: Philmore Greene]
It's different
You can't walk where I'm from unannounced, homie
It's different
It's different
It's different
[Verse 2: Philmore Greene]
The harsh realities of life it takes a toll mentally
Head down go for the goal and take what's meant for me
I was searching for my soul so I took it willingly
Philharmonic devoted to the ghetto symphony
It was meant for me— it kept me out the penitentiary
It kept me sane and I would write just to feel the energy
Really share it with the kids and show 'em what the vision be
That's why every time you mention the realest, mention me
Found a gun when I was 10, what a hood tendency
Power, the courage level where the grown men would be
This is something in my hand that put grown men to sleep
Brother, uncle, father or maybe even me
Nas, "I Gave You Power" I would play it on the sneak
In the mirror two-hand clutching the fingers underneath
Granny found the fucking gun, she could’ve gave it to the D’s
Instead she sold that bitch and made us some cheese
It's different
[Hook: Philmore Greene]
It's different
You can't walk where I'm from unannounced, homie
It's different
It's different
It's different
You couldn't step in these shoes, little homie, because it's different