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,
Phew (Phew), phew
(I got big bags, I got all money)
(I got long money, I got tall money)
I got big bags, I got all money
I got long money, I got tall money
I got big bags, I got all money (Yeah)
I got long money, I got tall money (Yeah, yeah)
Ridin' in my Urus, I got guns on me (Ooh)
I'm not yo' twizz, I'm not yo' friend, I'm not yo' homie (No)
Call me fire 'cause I'm fire with them diamond links (Boom)
Love, I gotta brush my teeth to keep my diamonds clean
I'on love nobody bitch, but everyone fuck with me
I could call the Cartel, I call that Cuban Link
All this fuckin' time passed, where that shit lead me?
I was fuckin' blindfold, but now this shit 3D (Yeah, uh)
I got motherfuckin' money, I got everything (Yeah, uh)
I could double down, lil' bitch, but you can't touch me (Yeah)
All my money fat and my money tall
Now y'all shit too fake, no, you can't involve (Yeah)
I got money triplin', I got money calls (Calls)
Ran it up to fifty billion, you can't get involved (No)
Devil on my line, you know them demons call a lot (Yeah)
I rev the bitch, I go one-eighty, not no parkin' lot ('Sane)
I put the swerve in that bitch, I'ma yank on the side, I'ma yank that bitch
Goin' one-eighty that bitch on the side of freeway (Skrr), pull up, lil' bitch gon' yank that, bitch (Err)
And I got feds on my trail, and I got feds on my tail, I'ma go up two hundred, I hit the motel
I'ma pull up, lil' bitch, I'ma pull out my money, lil' bitch, I'ma put it inside of a bill
I'ma dig it all up, and then put it inside of the ground, I put it inside of a box
I fuck with nobody, lil' bitch, I put you dead, I put you inside of a sock
I got big bags, I got all money (Yeah)
I got long money, I got tall money (Yeah, yeah)
Ridin' in my Urus, I got guns on me (Ooh)
I'm not yo' twizz, I'm not yo' friend, I'm not yo' homie (No)
Call me fire 'cause I'm fire with them diamond links (Boom)
Bitch, I gotta brush my teeth to keep my diamonds clean
I'on fuck nobody bitch, but everyone fuck with me
I could call the Cartel, I call that Cuban Link
All this fuckin' time passed, where that shit lead me?
I was fuckin' blindfold, but now this shit 3D (Yeah, uh)
I got motherfuckin' money, I got everythin' (Yeah, uh)
I could double down, lil' bitch, but you can't touch me (Yeah)
Yeah
Phew, phew-phew