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,
GONË Lyrics[Verse]
Maison Margiela, yeah
Yeah, write my check, gone
Basement, get that head, come on in here, hit the door, gone
Yeah I might pull up, I might dip, hit the door, gone (Woo)
[Chorus]
Shawty gon' pull up at 10, pull up at 5 (Woo)
Lil' boy you insane, yeah, keep my fire, uh (Woo)
You can suck my balls, you can hear them palls (Woo)
We don't answer calls, we make money now
Who you supposed to be? (Huh?), who you supposed to be? (Huh?)
You somebody?
Who you supposed to be? (Huh?), who you supposed to be? (Huh?)
You ain't nobody, to me
Pull up with the mob, oh my God, yeah tens in
Yeah, ah-ah, shut the fuck up when you talkin', yeah-yeah
All these diamonds on me when I walk in
Yeah, huh, huh, fresh to death, I got my coffin
Yeah, I might dip-slide, I might pop in
Yeah, huh, call you "Thin slice" 'cause your bread thin
Yeah, only hear shit when you talk, you need a breath mint
Yeah, I seen a halo on your head, yeah send you to heaven
[Verse]
Maison Margiela, yeah
Yeah, write my check, gone
Basement, get that head, come on in here, hit the door, gone
Yeah I might pull up, I might dip, hit the door, gone (Woo)
[Chorus]
Shawty gon' pull up at 10, pull up at 5 (Woo)
Lil' boy you insane, yeah, keep my fire, uh (Woo)
You can suck my balls, you can hear them palls (Woo)
We don't answer calls, we make money now
Who you supposed to be? (Huh?), who you supposed to be? (Huh?)
You somebody?
Who you supposed to be? (Huh?), who you supposed to be? (Huh?)
You ain't nobody, to me
Pull up with the mob, oh my God, yeah tens in
Yeah, ah-ah, shut the fuck up when you talkin', yeah-yeah
All these diamonds on me when I walk in
Yeah, huh, huh, fresh to death, I got my coffin
Yeah, I might dip-slide, I might pop in
Yeah, huh, call you "Thin slice" 'cause your bread thin
Yeah, only hear shit when you talk, you need a breath mint
Yeah, I seen a halo on your head, yeah send you to heaven