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,
I Can Tell Lyrics[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Backwoods, no scammer, back-backwoods, no scammer
Mmm, mmm, yeah, wait
Check it out, she no use hands
Ayy, Teezr, that goes crazy
[Chorus]
High like a plane, yeah
Backwoods, no scammer, yeah
If I could I would, yeah, but she could not use hands, yeah
Smoking on Gs, yeah, not smoking on no tram, yeah
Like treadmill, yeah, wanna come find your man, yeah
Thought you could tell, I'm wishing you well
But I fill up a whale, with the drip as you tell
Drop 'bout a pound, yeah, say you could tell, uh, yeah
That was just wrong, uh, yeah
[Verse]
Blue strips, had deep blue strips, on God
Running, running, running home
I just need to follow it through
Hunnids, hunnids, thumbing through
Big racks on me, I couldn't handle them
New D&G, yeah, it go ruthless
'Bout outta the park, Babe Ruth, bitch
Pop an X pill, turn it up, stupid
If you need cash, I'ma do it
"Chill out, smoke up, don't do it"
I just woke up, made music, I don't want no confusion
I done ran inside holding the semi (yeah)
She be going mad, she go nuts
Counting these fucking blue hunnids
Yeah, 'cause she be mad that I won't love her
You see, you feeling alright
Believe what you see, we aight, yeah
Carats and millions tonight, yeah
Yeah, I'm feeling the vibe, yeah
Doing some right, writing the vibes, living like ice, I paid the price, different prize, needs a new shine
Need a new shine
[Chorus]
High like a plane, yeah
Backwoods, no scammer, yeah
If I could I would, yeah, but she could not use hands, yeah
Smoking on Gs, yeah, not smoking on no tram, yeah
Like treadmill, yeah, wanna come find your man, yeah
Thought you could tell, I'm wishing you well
But I fill up a whale, with the drip as you tell
Drop 'bout a pound, yeah, say you could tell, uh, yeah
That was just wrong, uh, yeah