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,
Iwas Lyrics[Chorus]
Yeah, I just copped the Lamb' sittin' outside, yeah (I was, I was)
I told myself, "Fuck, might have to try," yeah (No way)
We be on the X, we don't have respect (Yeah)
I got money comin' in, I got diamonds on my neck (I was, I was)
I was down bad, I ain't get to flex
I just get so high, I don't gotta stress, ah (Eh)
I been bootin' up, that my best friend
Wifey call me up, she wan' suck, she get nasty (Yeah, yeah)
How to get drugs, how to get rich, I teach ya lessons
I know you was broke, you don't got hoes, you got messed with (Yeah, yeah)
When shе eat it up, give no fuck, shit get mеssy
Yeah, slide the Bentley truck, I'm in the Tonka
(Ooh, eh-eh, eh-eh)
[Verse]
I was ridin' round with the gang (Gang, gang, gang, ooh)
Yeah, we gon' swerve that Porsche, yeah, like some tank (Eh, eh)
Whole lotta cash, just left the bank (Bank)
Bih' ridin' in that big 'ol Tonka, yeah, I had the tank, yeah
I was shippin' Za, I was shippin' stank (Eh)
I just walked the beat, I just walked the plank (Eh, plank)
Life feel like a game but I do not play, yeah (Hey)
[Chorus]
Yeah, I just copped the Lamb' sittin' outside, yeah (I was, I was)
I told myself, "Fuck, might have to try," yeah (No way)
We be on the X, we don't have respect (Yeah)
I got money comin' in, I got diamonds on my neck (I was, I was)
I was down bad, I ain't get to flex
I just get so high, I don't gotta stress, ah (Eh)
I been bootin' up, that my best friend
Wifey call me up, she wan' suck, she get nasty (Yeah, yeah)
How to get drugs, how to get rich, I teach ya lessons
I know you was broke, you don't got hoes, you got messed with (Yeah, yeah)
When she eat it up, give no fuck, shit get messy
Yeah, slide up in the Bentley truck, I'm in the Tonka
(Ooh, eh-eh, eh-eh)