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,
No Sense Lyrics[Chorus]
She asked "Do you love me?" (Huh), I don't know, I fucked your friends (Huh)
How'd I make all of these bands? (Woah) To me, it just don't make sense
I just asked myself how the hell I made this money, it don't make no sense (Rah)
All my brothers tapped in, we rich, we not no fans (Go)
Yeah, why the hell you talk so much? You became a bird, ah (Go)
Watch me go and fuck my money, fuck my money up (Ha-ha, yeah)
Yeah, I already told you I turned that bitch sideways (Yeah)
I went and got a lil' bag on the top, bitch, you at my place
How you be talkin' to 12? I can't even talk to a jake, huh
I can't even talk to my bitch, huh, I can tell that she made of respect, huh (Woah)
Bitch, I don't your body, I just wanna be by you (Ah)
I just want a tonka, that fuckin' Mazi'
[Verse]
My twizzy gettin' rowdy (What?-what?-what?-what?)
Wild west, it's howdy (Yeah)
And you bundled up just like the snow, you can't, you hidin' (Wait)
I told him, I can't believe the shit that he says, 'cause I can't see it (Cap)
I can't even make no dent, might think my pockets filling
I just put a tag, my fuckin' shop, it brought the ceiling (Let's go)
I won't sip on Wock', I'm tired as a bitch, I wan' sip on Celine (Go)
I'm gon' go and put the coupe in that GLE
You already know I'm goated (Yeah-yeah), yeah, they stole my swag
[Chorus]
She asked "Do you love me?" (Huh), I don't know, I fucked your friends (Huh)
How'd I make all of these bands? (Woah) To me, it just don't make sense
I just asked myself how the hell I made this money, it don't make no sense (Rah)
All my brothers tapped in, we rich, we not no fans (Go)
Yeah, why the hell you talk so much? You became a bird, ah (Go)
Watch me go and fuck my money, fuck my money up (Ha-ha, yeah)
Yeah, I already told you I turned that bitch sideways (Yeah)
I went and got a lil' bag on the top, bitch, you at my place
How you be talkin' to 12? I can't even talk to a jake, huh
I can't even talk to my bitch, huh, I can tell that she made of respect, huh (Woah)
Bitch, I don't your body, I just wanna be by you (Ah)
I just want a tonka, that fuckin' Mazi'