Musica de Don Toliver del Genero: Hip Hop Todos los artistas y cantantes de música de Hip Hop son individuos talentosos y apasionados que dedican su vida a crear y compartir su arte con el mundo. Su música de Don Toliver tiene el poder de emocionarnos, inspirarnos y conectarnos a un nivel profundo. En este blog LetrasFM, exploraremos el mundo de los artistas y cantantes de música del genero Hip Hop, 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
[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, uh
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
Well, what brings you to church this evenin'?
Fightin' love, fightin' hate or you're fightin' your demons?
Mama tried to talk to you, wouldn't kee— keep it
Sad story, if I had to shoot 'em bet it's Robert Horry
I know you can get comfortable with it
I hit the road and had to double up my digits (Woah)
My car is push-to-start, like, can you dig it?
Put it in the driveway, my key in your ignition
I know it get hot as hell
But you'll be a bad one, I wanna smoke some
I know it get hotter, yeah
I wanna smoke some
[Chorus]
Yeah
Ooh, yeah, I wanna smoke some (I wanna smoke some)
Take me to your house and let me poke some (Ooh)
Type of shit I gotta focus on
[Verse 2]
Heaven or Hell? It be a story to tell (Yeah)
Sellin' the work, I had to push out the bales (Woah)
Me and my niggas, we steady dodgin' the 12 (Uh-huh)
Dodgin' the jail, don't talk on the cell (Yeah)
Lean in my orange soda, I'm Kenan and Kel (Woah)
And in my own corners, I trap out the mail (Uh-huh)
Fuck what you talkin' 'bout and fuck your lil' scale
I bet it's gon' sell, I bet it's gon' sell
It's whatever with the don, you know I'm leadin' the pack (Uh)
You play around, I'll bet you won't get it back (Uh)
I hit your bitch, I guess you won't get it back, uh (Hahaha)
I wanna smoke some (I wanna smoke some)
[Chorus]
Yeah
Ooh, yeah, I wanna smoke some (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Take me to your house and let me poke some (Ooh)
Type of shit I gotta focus on