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,
Die Today Remix Lyrics[Intro]
(I can't even drop this shit right now, cause [?])
(Yeah)
([?]) (2sided go crazy)
[Chorus]
Woke up to a bag, I got cash where I stay (Let's go)
Yeah, this car go way too fast, this a Jeep, by the way (Skrrt)
When I'm off this pill, I tweak, I can't sleep, I'm wide awake
VS diamonds on the way, my wrist like livin' on a lake (Wet)
You don't have no swag, I swear that you could just do better
Most these bitches really broke, had to cut 'em off and dead 'em
Yeah, them haters on the way, so I'm gon' keep myself a Beretta (Die today, right now) (Buh)
Yeah, yeah, bitch, you know that you so fake, so go back down
[Verse]
Yеah, let's go, uh, Richard Mille on me, not Patеk, huh (Richard Mille)
Y'all gon pull up? Who you gon' hit with that TEC? (Bow)
Yeah, I thought I should've (Huh), I'm gonna shoot you dead (Dead)
Drinkin' lean too much (Huh), my stomach gettin' big
Yeah, racks, yeah, they on overloaded
Yeah (Yeah), tryna quit that Perky slowly
See y'all ass on dog food, got y'all doin' the Roly Poly (Roly Poly)
If y'all see how bright this Rollie is, I turn this fuckin' Rollie [?] (Go)
I don't trust a soul, got a Coupe and bulletproofed it (Skrrt)
Got this money on my own, I don't need to sit here go and prove it
Most y'all music really ass, you need to sit down, go improve it
I got these Homme Plus jeans on me, these shits like fifteen, I might lose 'em
They ain't realize that they ran out of that swag, so that confused 'em
Man, y'all lackin', man, y'all lackin', y'all don't even have the choice to choose 'em (Nah)
It was just me and your bitch inside this telly, we had a twosome (Let's go)
Boy, I wake up to a bag like every day, no, I'm not losin' (Let's go)
[Chorus]
Woke up to a bag, I got cash where I stay (Let's go)
Yeah, this car go way too fast, this a Jeep, by the way (Skrrt)
When I'm off this pill, I tweak, I can't sleep, I'm wide awake
VS diamonds on the way, my wrist like livin' on a lake (Wet)
You don't have no swag, I swear that you could just do better
Most these bitches really broke, had to cut 'em off and dead 'em
Yeah, them haters on the way, so I'm gon' keep myself a Beretta (Die today, right now) (Buh)
Yeah, yeah, bitch, you know that you so fake, so go back down