Musica de Yeat 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 Yeat 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,
[Chorus]
Brazy, brazy (Brazy), know you want to talk when you get crazy, crazy
Know you know 'bout me, nothin' but lazy, lazy
Know you want this whip, you get Mercedes (Yeah, we got them guns outside)
(Yeah, we got them guns outside)
Heard that you doin' what the Illuminati told ya (Yeah)
Heard that you doin' just what everybody told ya (Yeah)
Yeah, my money bend like the way I like it open
One pill, two pill, three pill, I'm sober (Brazy)
(Ooh-ah) I've been geekin' all week, Birkin bag [?] (He)
(Ooh-ah) I've been geekin' all week, had your bitch on three (He)
Piss on your head, when you're playin' on me (Brazy)
My wrist like to talk, yeah, it like to speak
Book bag, book bag, readin' all these books, man
When we get you killed, yeah, your ho is a trash bag (Yeah, yeah)
Sever all my ties, sever all my lies (Brazy, brazy)
Burst on the 5, when I'm on the 5 (What's that? What's that?)
Yeah, 195 on the 105 (Ooh, ooh)
Yeah, how you think I care when I've never tried?
[Verse]
Uh, tuck you in yo' bed, you a baby (What?)
Leave everybody on read, think I'm crazy (They think I'm–)
Give pills to a junkie, it leave 'em crazy (I think I'm–)
In the way, only nobody get lazy (Yeah)
Say you love me, but I know that you hate me (Oh), that for good reason
I been poppin' out every week, new Four Seasons
Only need one bell on the songs, they know I mean it (Yeah)
Yeah, you know how I talk when I get like this, you know I'm fiendin' (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Brazy, brazy, know you want to talk when you get crazy, crazy
Know you know 'bout me, nothin' but lazy, lazy
Know you want this whip, you get Mercedes (You want that)
Brazy, brazy (Brazy), know you want to talk when you get crazy, crazy
Know you know 'bout me, nothin' but lazy, lazy
Know you want this whip, you get Mercedes (Yeah, we got them guns outside)
(Yeah, we got them guns outside)
Heard that you doin' what the Illuminati told ya (Yeah)
Heard that you doin' just what everybody told ya (Yeah)
Yeah, my money bend like the way I like it open
One pill, two pill, three pill, I'm sober (Brazy)
(Ooh-ah) I've been geekin' all week, Birkin bag [?] (He)
(Ooh-ah) I've been geekin' all week, had your bitch on three (He)
Piss on your head, when you're playin' on me (Brazy)
My wrist like to talk, yeah, it like to speak
Book bag, book bag, readin' all these books, man
When we get you killed, yeah, your ho is a trash bag (Yeah, yeah)
Sever all my ties, sever all my lies (Brazy, brazy)
Burst on the 5, when I'm on the 5 (What's that? What's that?)
Yeah, 195 on the 105 (Ooh, ooh)
Yeah, how you think I care when I've never tried?