Musica de Alamo Records del Genero: Lyrics Todos los artistas y cantantes de música de Lyrics son individuos talentosos y apasionados que dedican su vida a crear y compartir su arte con el mundo. Su música de Alamo Records 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 Lyrics, 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
[Verse 1: DD Osama and Dee Play4Keeps]
They like Sha Gz, you on what? (Grrah)
Like your mans ain't get shot in the butt (Grrah-grrah)
Keep talkin' on Notti, can't wait 'til I see you (On bro)
I'ma have your stomach lookin' see-through
Woo, Rah Rah (Lotti)
One got poked, and the other got shot in his matha
Like, these niggas is dirty and bummy
Catch me a Bunny, we gon' make him hop
O-O, let's do it like Wa—, like Waka (Grrah)
Blitz him, chase ‘em down like [?]
Why these fuck niggas say that I'm fuck
Ima spin through the Sev tryna make something drop
Call of duty, shot after shot
Heard [?], he get flopped
What you gon’ do if I bend through that block?
On a bike, it was me and DDot
[Chorus: Dee Play4Keeps & DD Osama]
Yeah, like, Os, let's do it
Hop out we gon' shoot 'em
Run-down Gang, we gon' boom 'em
Yeah, like, Os, let's do it
Os, let's do—, Os, let's do—
Os, let's—, Os, let's do— (Grrah-grrah)
[Verse 2: NLE Choppa]
Let’s do it, let’s go
Been had a body, but I want a few more
SWAT team with the po, caught a opp ‘fore I caught a code
Never had to wipe my nose in the field like a sack
I’m the backseat with the MAC
Got Athlete's foot, we runnin down on that
Left the brains out, have the wig out
No kids out, his mama
On the scene like “Damn”
Notti boppin’ you’ll get popped
Like a hair stylist, see the dreadlocks
Cut ‘em off til he [?]
Like a Ku Klux, we keep K’s out
Ransom when we hold you
I need a [?], i’m too cold, dude
Put him on a TV, old news
[Chorus: Dee Play4Keeps & DD Osama]
Yeah, like, Os, let's do it
Hop out we gon' shoot 'em
Run-down Gang, we gon' boom 'em
Yeah, like, Os, let's do it
Os, let's do—, Os, let's do—
Os, let's—, Os, let's do— (Grrah-grrah)