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,
HeliMAn Lyrics[Chorus]
(Yeah, woo)
Huh, you outside, don't get rolled up (Uh, uh)
Yeah, we on the side (Side)
Yeah, you was outside, yeah, you was outside all again (Phew)
I got the front door locked (Woo), uh, you ain't comin' in, hehe
Bag after bag, on the week (Yeah)
Bend after bend, I can't sleep (Bend after bend)
Yeah, real geek man, I'm a geek (Yeah), huh-uh (Eh)
Yeah, huh, stop sayin' all that spill, huh, stop sayin' you so real, uh
Stop sayin' you get money, yeah (Woah), you ain't never see no deal, uh
You say you kill everybody (Shh), you ain't never see no kill, huh
I likе bein' on private jets, 'causе I don't even like feelin' real
And we send 'em sideways, and we send 'em sideways
And we send 'em goin' out the front door on holidays
Yeah, we get you fucked up, on curbs or on the line way
Yeah, we get you fucked up, get bent like an archway (Ah, hey, hey)
Bitch, I'm on the beach again, got two Ms, I'm like eats again (Hey, hey)
I been on these flights again, they might as well call me "Heliman" (Woo, woo)
They say I do it different, I told that bitch, I say, "Ain't elegant"
They say I do it different, yeah, I got too rich, I'm like, "Yeah, man"
[Verse]
You ain't never see my side, huh, you ain't never see my side (What?)
You ain't never see my shooter (Hold up), huh, you ain't never see my view, huh
I pull up two by two, eh, I pull up two by two, eh
I ain't even need no reason, I'm gon' post what I do, eh
They say they wanna chop it like us, yeah, they not no head, man (Chop)
Yeah we get you X'd out on the cross, yeah, not no red cross(Cross)
Summrs outside, we own big trucks and big guns (Err)
They ask where I came from, I'm the holy one
Put it on the sun, put it on the moon, yeah
Tell me what the fuck you do before you gonna do it
Tell me how the fuck I look before you ever suit it
I forgot this money on me, I don't ever pursue it
[Chorus]
(Yeah)
Huh, you outside, don't get rolled up (Uh, uh)
Yeah, we on the side (Side)
Yeah, you was outside, yeah, you was outside all again (Phew)
I got the front door locked (Woo), uh, you ain't comin' in, hehe
Bag after bag, on the week (Yeah)
Bend after bend, I can't sleep (Bend after bend)
Yeah, real geek man, I'm a geek (Yeah), huh-uh (Eh)
Yeah, huh, stop sayin' all that spill, huh, stop sayin' you so real, huh
Stop sayin' you get money, yeah (Woah), you ain't never see no deal, huh
You say you kill everybody (Yeah, shh), you ain't never see no kill, huh
I like bein' on private jets, 'cause I don't even like feelin' real
And we send 'em sideways, and we send 'em sideways
And we send 'em goin' out the front door on holidays
Yeah, we get you fucked up, on curbs or on the line way
Yeah, we get you fucked up, get bent like an archway (Ah, hey, hey)
Bitch, I'm on the beach again, got two Ms, I'm like eats again (Hey, hey)
I been on these flights again, they might as well call me "Heliman" (Woo, woo)
They say I do it different, I told that bitch, I say, "Ain't elegant"
They say, "I do it different", yeah, I got too rich, I'm like, "Yeah, man"
[Outro]
You ain't never see my side, huh, you ain't never see my side (What?)
You ain't never see my shooter (Hold up), huh, you ain't never see my view, huh
I pull up two by two, eh, I pull up two by two, eh
I ain't even need no reason, I'm gon' post what I do, eh
(Chop)
(Cross)
(Err)