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,
Crashëd tha jet Lyrics[Intro: Yeat]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, go
Yeah, go (Fuck 'em)
Crashed the jet
Crashed the jet
[Chorus: Yeat]
I just called up Eliantte
I need some pointers in the watch, yeah, pronte
I got my Twizzy to move me some shit in the jam, he gon' send the lil' dog food, the [?]
Bitch, I'ma do this shit every time, I'ma hit out the park, while all of y'all buntin'
When it come to 'bout talkin' 'bout money for real, y'all just stay in the dark, y'all got nothing
I just got the beat, from BNYX, I take that X on a jet
All of my diamonds they colorful, Murakami stones sittin' in the set
Bitch, I just hopped off a plane, I'ma hit Helmut Lang
I'ma need me that face, I'm as high as a plane
Bitch, I just told them that they gotta get as high as me so they understand what I'm sayin'
[Verse: SeptembersRich]
I got all this drop in LA
Yeat got that Rolls Royce umbrella
Got this beat from BNYX, I'm high as a fuckin' propeller
Feel this X up in my chest, all this money got her wet
Hopped out the jet with twenty-thousand in my hand, yeah I need Margiela's when I step
I do what I want, nigga, fuck them rules
I don't need no fuckin' ref'
I got all these racks, never needed school
Failed all my fuckin' tests (Tests)
Fuck 'em, fuck 'em all, fuck 'em
Yeah, fuck the world, fuck 'em
I popped that Tesla, fuck 'em
My Twizzy slide, he truck 'em
[Chorus: Yeat]
I just called up Eliantte
I need some pointers in the watch, yeah, pronte
I got my Twizzy to move me some shit in the jam, he gon' send the lil' dog food, the [?]
Bitch, I'ma do this shit every time, I'ma hit out the park, while all of y'all buntin'
When it come to 'bout talkin' 'bout money for real, y'all just stay in the dark, y'all got nothing
I just got the beat, from BNYX, I take that X on a jet
All of my diamonds they colorful, Murakami stones sittin' in the set
Bitch, I just hopped off a plane, I'ma hit Helmut Lang
I'ma need me that face, I'm as high as a plane
Bitch, I just told them that they gotta get as high as me so they understand what I'm sayin'
[Outro]
Yeah, go (Fuck 'em)
Yeah, go (Fuck 'em)
Crashed the jet
Crashed the jet