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,
Dis A AP Lyrics[Intro]
(Yeah, you find it in a dream)
Dis a AP (And I'm in a dream)
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(And I'm on the key, yeah) You smokin' that kill, kill, kill
(And this shit for real) Let's go
[Verse 1]
And this shit for real (Yeah, yeah)
And this a free bill (Yeah, yeah)
Huh, I didn't sign no deal (No), I didn't sign no (Yeah, yeah)
I could tell that he smokin' on kill, kill, kill, yeah
Gimme that top bitch, give me that ew (Ooh, yeah)
She gotta rock, she gotta build (Rocks, yeah)
My brother like this, boy back in the fields (Ooh, yeah)
How the fuck is they boutta get in yo' feels? (Ooh)
She gave me that top, yeah, it gave me the chills (Uh)
I Can't miss a bag, yeah i’m tryna get mills (Huh)
And this not Call Of Duty, I'm tryna get Percs (Tryna get percs)
Yeah, we get wavey off this damn surf (Surf, surf)
Yeah, five years ago I was in 'Giela (I was in Margiela, yeah)
Word to that bitch, her name was Angelica (Name was Angelica, yeah)
Why, I spread it so delicate (Spread it so delicate)
I don't talk about no fuckin' politics, I'm not a delegate (Yeah)
Boutta get high right now, yeah, it's time to go celebrate (Not it's my birthday)
Hittin' that bih' from the back, I could tell she not celibate (Huh, huh?; Hey, let's go)
We been inside of an elevator, all I do is elevate (Skrrt; Uh, yeah)
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This not no Hellcat, this is a convertible (Yeah, feelin' them)