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,
Bëtter Lyfe Lyrics[Intro]
(T99, 少し強さを送ってくれ)
(Ginseng, where are you?)
(Yeah)
[Chorus]
Yeah (Hah-hah), it's a drug party (What you on? Everything, ah-ah)
I'm on X, probably (Boot up) I'm on codeine, probably (Everything)
Yeah, this a Oxy' party (Yeah)
And she pull up on me (Yeah-yeah), yeah, lil' mami (Yeah)
Yeah, I let my chain hang, you ain't in the chain gang (Woo, woo)
Called Eliantte, say, "I need more diamonds" (Aah)
Y'all do the same thing, y'all in the same lane
We don't speak the same language (Nah), give me head, Helmut Lang (No)
[Verse]
I ain't stepping outside today (No)
I ain't talking to no broke bitches (Yеah, yeah)
Bitch, yo' money smell (Smеll), that's that new smell (Yeah-yeah)
Codeine got me slowed up on life, I feel like a snail (Snail)
All my life, I ain't never had this money, ask my clientele (Yeah, yeah)
Walked in the damn building with mud in my cup, said, "Fuck it, gon' do it myself" (Yeah, yeah)
Said fuck 'em get out of my way, I got things to do, I got money to make (Yeah)
One of my brothers been locked up inside cage, in a cell, told 'em I'm getting him help
Told 'em I'll get him out of there [?] like I'm out of there
Yeah, gotta put your mind to things to make it happen, life ain't fair (Fair, aah)
They wonder why I live like this, I hate to see 'em stare (Yeah, yeah)
Rock Cha-ne-ne sunglasses, so I don't have to—, I don't have to care, at all (Cha-ne-ne, yeah)
I bought the Cayenne, just to ball (Skrrt, skrrt)
Yeah, big V8 super charger, bitch, show me, watch the bitch crawl (Skrrt)
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, do not fuck with me
You can't fuck with us (Yeah), you not involved with us (Gone)
I put a whole lot in (In it), I gave it all that I got (All that I got)
You got belittled to the system, I gave it all that I got
I wanna live out on the sea, I wanna live on a yacht (Aah, aah)
Yeah, lil' wifey bout to pull up on me, get to eatin' the dick, she live on the cock (Hrr)
Yeah, live on the edge, live on the top (Live on the edge)
Whole lotta money, and it won't stop
I'm counting bills, I'm counting every bill, I told 'em I wanted a lot (Foreally)
I'm high every damn day, I live life on the edge
Tell me why when I talked to my demon, he told me I'm blessed? (Err)
How the hell that make sense? (What?) How the hell they impressed? (What?)
I never did shit one time, I ain't tried like that (Hmm)
I don't need a handout from nobody, but if it's a G.O.A.T, then I wouldn't decline it, yeah (No)
She in the Maybach with me, sucking me up, in the back of the chair reclining (Woo-aah)
[Chorus]
Yeah (Hah-hah), it's a drug party (What you on? Everything, ah-ah)
I'm on X, probably (Boot up) I'm on codeine, probably (Everything)
Yeah, this a Oxy' party (Yeah)
And she pull up on me (Yeah-yeah), yeah, lil' mami (Yeah)
Yeah, I let my chain hang, you ain't in the chain gang (Woo, woo)
Called Eliantte, say, "I need more diamonds" (Aah)
Y'all do the same thing, y'all in the same lane
We don't speak the same language (Nah), give me head, Helmut Lang (No)