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Video Karaoke Silent Hill - Kendrick Lamar & Kodak Black

Este tema es una versión de Silent Hill, que popularizó Kendrick Lamar
feat. Kodak Black

Formatos disponibles:

CDG (MP3+G)
MP4
KFN
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Mismo tempo que el original: 70 BPM

Tonalidad idéntica al original: DO♯m

La canción empieza a capella

Duración: 03:44 - Escuchar en: 02:54

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Fecha de publicación: 2022
Géneros: Rap & Hip-Hop, En inglés
Compositor original: Johnny Kosich, Jahaan Akil Sweet, Jacob James Kosich, Mark Anthony Spears, Dieuson Octave, Matt Schaeffer, Boi-1da, Bill K. Kapri, Kendrick Lamar

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Letra Silent Hill

Why oh, why oh, why oh why you keep fuckin' with me
You gon' make me jump out my skin, believe me
Push these niggas off me like huh
Push these bitches off me like huh
Push these niggas off me like huh
Pushin' the snakes
I'm pushin' the fakes
I'm pushin' 'em all off me like huh
Pushin' 'em all off me like huh
Yeah
Aha, I be immune to shit, aha
Tucking the broom and shit, aha
They want to assume and shit, aha
Know you a choke my ancestor close
I howl at the moon and shit, aha
Know the results the ballot is in
Man, I'm 'bout to boom again, aha
You funny, dawg
Peek-a-boo, can't hide behind your money, dawg
A week or two, I meditate on runnin' lost
Swerve, swerve, swerve shake the currents off, yeah
Push these niggas off me like huh
Push these bitches off me like huh
Push these niggas off me like huh
Pushin' the snakes
I'm pushin' the fakes
I'm pushin' 'em all off me like huh
Pushin' 'em all off me like huh
Yeah
Head up chest out
Silence
I'm stressed out
Shh, be quiet
I'm stressed out
Stressed out, stressed out stressed
Pick my daughter up she need all the love
I need all the love
I mean all of us
It's like six o'clock
Bitch, you talk too much
You makin' it awkward, love
I mean, it's hard enough
I mean, it's
They don't fuck with me even if they could
Pull out the stick hit a bitch with the wood
First to park Rolls Royce 'vert in the hood
Don't worry about us over here we good
The AP Roman numeral everywhere I go
I need pharmaceuticals
I ran my whole conglomerate
I was just mappin' shit out in the cubicle
Suicide coupe was a funeral
Trackhawk launch like a slingshot
Big ol' ruby diamond on my pinky finger that bitch look like a Ring Pop
Money on my mind money on your head
Can't ride three times while you comin' through the 'jects
Red Cross kept a nigga fed
In the studio with K. Dot fresh out the feds
Yeah, you niggas can't stand the rain
Niggas don't stand a chance
Yeah, Chevrolet candy paint
I spin the bend in the Benz
I caught a bale off a Google app
I'm the type to get my shooter whacked
I had to survive off a tuna pack
Five percent tint on the whip like who was that
Coupe take off like it's mad
Beat the dope with a fork
I'm whippin' up Sudafed
I'm doin' scams in the lab
Every Thursday, girl's day spendin' time with my daughter make me go harder
Every Sunday's son's day teach my boy to be a man
I ain't had no father
Fell in love with the block
I ain't have no pop, just a sawed-off shotgun, Mossberg
We stackin' that money up proper
Awkward diamonds look like marbles
Audemars water, aqua beatin' the block up 'till we spot 'em
I don't want your ice, boy
I want your life, but fuck it
I still might rob 'em
Yo, push these niggas off me like huh
Push these bitches off me like huh
Push these niggas off me like huh
Pushin' the snakes
I'm pushin' the fakes
I'm pushin' 'em all off me like huh
Pushin' 'em all off me like huh
Yeah
Head up chest out
Silence
Ha ha, I'm stressed out
Shh, be quiet
I'm stressed out
Stressed out, stressed out stressed out

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