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,
Wassup Lyrics[Chorus]
What's up? What's up?
What's up? What's up? What's up? What's up?
What's up? What's up? Wake up, wake up
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
[Verse]
It was broad day outside, I was in the GLS fried
Soldiers, they [?], I was in a 2 by 9
I don't even read your text, I don't even wanna reply
Y'all already been knew who's next, yeah, I'm 'bout to go big time
Yeah, you wasn't born for this, so why you gon' waste my time?
You a copycat, you just tryna fit in, you ain't ever gonna wait your turn, huh
And the sad part is, you don't even got a turn
Take a look back to the past, see how much you buyin' (Let's go)
Flyin' over your head, flyin' over your head (Let's go)
They wanna see you dead, they wanna see you dеad
I ain't even know yet, wе was tryna get bread
Try me, try me, tryna be slick
You talk like a lick, you 'bout to get hit
Racks came in, it wasn't nothing
Why you talkin' like I don't got sons? (Sons)
Why you talkin' like I don't got six? (Got money)
Livin' in the hills, no rent
Got shit fucked up, got a big [?]
You damn near homeless, better buy you a tent
And the windows, they tinted, they mess up the scene
I don't watch how I'm livin', I don't got no expends
I'm takin' drugs everyday 'cause I can
I'm fuckin' your bih' while I walk her, I can
I'm basically got it right here, in my hand
Have a Perc, then pop me a Xan (Oh yeah)
[?] my only friend (Oh yeah)
Watch me dance with the devil, yeah, my twin
We too locked in
You fried, I call you Five Guys
Fried like a chicken like Popeyes
Lil' bitch came with a fatty
Hold up, hold up, hold up, I'm countin' this fetti (Yeah)
Fuck a Hellcat, I'm ridin' the Ghost (Skrrt)
Lean, ra-ra-racks, they go (Go), yeah
Louie all on my toe
I'm disappointed, you pillow talk, hoes
[Interlude]
So what's up? (What's up? What's up?)
What's up? (What's up?), what's up? (What's up?)
Bitch go "What's up?" (Let's go)
I too clean, what? (Let's go, let's go)
Oh, lil' baby, yeah (Let's go)
Yeah (What's up?), yeah (What's up?), yeah
What's up (Yeah), what's up (Yeah)
What's up (Let's go), what's up (Let's go)
[Chorus]
What's up? What's up?
What's up? What's up? What's up? What's up?
What's up? What's up? Wake up, wake up
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up