Musica de Millyz 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 Millyz 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 técnica vocal,
Black Crows Lyrics[Chorus: NoCap]
Only thing I really got from all this paper is cursed
My homies that I wanted rich overdosed and turned to some thugs
I was lettin' that chopper sing, I'm knowin' I should be stickin' with rappin'
I just poured three different drinks, my mama pray for me to be sober
Know she want me off these things, but sadly, it's been keepin' me happy
But I got a son now and I'm too loaded to pushin' his stroller
Black crows fly on my windowsill
They stand right next to my pain pills
Uh-huh, black crows sittin' on my windowsill
They stand right next to my pain pills
Baby, could you hear if I call?
[Verse 1: Millyz]
Yeah
Muddy my cup, my diamonds clear, but I been in the fog (Fog)
I'm smilin' on the out, I'm hurtin' on the inside for my dogs
None of my homies breeded kennels, but they sellin' dog
I sold powder, sellin' fish, I had to bring my rod
Tatted my name over your heart, that love'll still be fake
Ain't spoke to pop's side of the family, I guess we don't relate (I guess we don't relate)
Million-dollar meetings in Oakland like I'm on Golden State (Warriors)
Life's a gamble and I take risks because I know the stakes
Slidin' down this memory lane, I'm swervin' in and out of it (I'm swervin' in and out of it)
So many bands off in this duffel, you think it's counterfeit (Think it's counterfeit)
So much water on this AP, think I drowned my wrist
If she loyal, I'll buy the ocean, I'm gon' drown this bitch (In diamonds)
Miami, I'm in Booby Trap, she fronted, then she threw it back
I choose my dream over my dream girls and I'm cool with that (Super cool)
She runnin' game, this bitch is slow, she think I'm new to that
Two-tone Benz, it ain't beat up, but this shit blue and black (Yeah, black and blue)
Bro been pourin' up that drank, I mixed it with that dope
Put on the brake, said he can't drive with what we carry-on
He ain't tryna do no leg shots when we carry arms (Rrah, rrah)
All this money on steroids, I call it Barry Bonds
[Chorus: NoCap]
Only thing I really got from all this paper is cursed
My homies that I wanted rich overdosed and turned to some thugs
I was lettin' that chopper sing, I'm knowin' I should be stickin' with rappin'
I just poured three different drinks, my mama pray for me to be sober
Know she want me off these things, but sadly, it's been keepin' me happy
But I got a son now and I'm too loaded to pushin' his stroller
Black crows fly on my windowsill
They stand right next to my pain pills
Uh-huh, black crows sittin' on my windowsill
They stand right next to my pain pills
[Verse 2: FCG Heem]
Dark cloud through my city, 'nother mama buried her son
Keep your head up, you gon' take L's, it's a must, you the one
Millions on the way, stay focused, dog, stay down 'til it come
Long live Soulja Slim, they tellin' me leave my hood and don't look back
My grandma prayin' for me and plus this ARP in my bookbag
My lil' partner on the slab, I gotta make it, get him off that
I was down bad, you lied, think I ain't react, but I caught that
I been on boss shit, big-ass Cullinan, shootin' stars in the ceiling
I don't trip, them niggas' nuts crossed, so it's hard for you to hear me
My mama called, she had a dream somebody tryna snake me
I had took my chop off safety, gotta leave millions for my baby, yeah
[Chorus: NoCap]
Only thing I really got from all this paper is cursed
My homies that I wanted rich overdosed and turned to some thugs
I was lettin' that chopper sing, I'm knowin' I should be stickin' with rappin'
I just poured three different drinks, my mama pray for me to be sober
Know she want me off these things, but sadly, it's been keepin' me happy
But I got a son now and I'm too loaded to pushin' his stroller
Black crows fly on my windowsill
They stand right next to my pain pills
Uh-huh, black crows sittin' on my windowsill
They stand right next to my pain pills
Baby, could you hear if I call?