Musica de M Huncho del Genero: Rap Todos los artistas y cantantes de música de Rap son individuos talentosos y apasionados que dedican su vida a crear y compartir su arte con el mundo. Su música de M Huncho 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 Rap, 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
[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Quincy Tellem
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Lean)
[Verse 1: M Huncho]
I told my brothers that now I'm a superstar
That doesn't mean I won't buy you machines (Bow, bow)
Gettin' this money, it gives me a sugar rush
Think I'm diabetic, I got all this cream
Treated my brother like he is my mama's child, ah
Too late to reconcile, ah
It made me the bigger man
Now I'm Wraiths, I count all these stacks of cream
[Chorus: M Huncho]
Recline, I lean, my bitch, Celine
The Louis, the V, my life, supreme
I work, they dream, I count, they scheme
I spend, they pree, the ice VVs
[Verse 2: M Huncho]
Packin' my bags (Packin' my bags), I'm 'bout to fly overseas (Fly, fly)
Run up a tab-tab, send the accountant receipts (Receipts)
Cash rules everything around me, cream
Drop is so clean, clean, clean
I got a bitch with Celine dreams
She fell in love with the CC
Louis bandanas, we put 'round the hammer
Might buy a stick in Atlanta
We do not do this for camera, no
Fuck all the glitz and the glamour
Fuck the glamour, been in the bandos, still a trapper
Fitted caps, but you know we ain't cappers
In the Maybach, the feeling's ecstatic
[Chorus: M Huncho]
Recline, I lean, my bitch, Celine
The Louis, the V, my life, supreme
I work, they dream, I count, they scheme
I spend, they pree, the ice VVs
[Verse 3: Giggs]
This time out, you're back to frontin'
You're inside out (Inside out)
Yeah, I'm back to stuntin', I been flyin' out
Yeah, I'm in my bag, I win by miles (Yeah)
That big lad knows, it's been my house
I'm in the spot, it's filled with clowns (Clowns)
Yeah, I'm in the cut, I don't like crowds
Yeah, my ting turn up, my ting quite foul
Yeah, just left Dubai, that's sixty-five
I'm chilled out, I'm in New York, sat inside Tao (Tao)
Yeah, met this new bitch, it seems like trial (Haha)
Yeah, she seems quite wild, I think she growl (Rrra)
Yeah, I been outside, my ting go blaow (Blaow)
Nah, fuck that bitch, that bitch played out (Yeah)
Didn't mean to say that, it just came out (Mmm)
That crib paid off, the shit's laid out
Yeah, I'm straight from Peckham, but just say South
[Chorus: M Huncho]
Recline, I lean, my bitch, Celine
The Louis, the V, my life supreme
I work, they dream, I count, they scheme
I spend, they pree, the ice VVs