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,
Tonka Freestyle Lyrics[Intro]
(Tonkas, yeah, yeah, Tonkas, yeah)
(I love Tonkas, yeah, we got Tonkas)
(I love Tonkas, yeah, all they talk about is—, I got Tonka money, phew)
[Verse]
Rich as fuck (Rich)
I'm in NY, yeah, to LA, yeah, real as fuck (Phew)
Got my scribbles of my doctor, call the business up (Scripts)
Boy, you fake, cappin' all night (Tonka, tonka), boy the jig is up
We got hunnids, top of these hunnids, boy, we rich as fuck (Skrrt)
I want big ol' truck outside my—, yeah (Skr—, skrrt)
Tonka, Tonka, Tonka, Tonka (Skrrt, skrrt, Tonka)
Tonka, Tonka, Tonka, Tonka (Skrrt, skrrt, Tonka)
Tonka, Tonka, Tonka, Tonka (Skrrt, skrrt, Tonka, Tonka)
Came in with my fish on
I can't trust a bitch though
My money big as hell, built like Lizzo (Built like Lizzo)
I can't trust a soul, I keep my pistol (Bow)
All my diamonds wetter, they got pissed on (Piss)
Came up out the sea, but I can't swim though (Help)
Boy, you readin' too much shit, you not a Kindle (Read too much)
How you switch up on my twin, and none of my kinfolk? (Yeah, y'all too odee)
Why you laughin' bout this shit? Bro, what you kiddin' for? (Ha, ha, ha)
This ain't no LA Fitness, bih', but we open like twenty-four (Twenty-four)
Sellin' Perkies, sellin' drugs, bitch, who want some more? (You do)
High as shit, like a bitch, bitch I want some more (Bih)
That's what she said before she met it though, huh
Gone, ooh, kicked her out, she ain't know where to go (Bye-bye)
This a big Lamb' truck, not Aventador (Hrr)
Still ain't GTA, but bitch, I'mma floor it
Uh, I might die, yeah, but just ignore it, huh (Gone)
I don't even gotta rhyme, bitch I do what I want to
You can suck my dick, yeah, if you want three
Uh, uh