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Video Karaoke Crew - GoldLink & Brent Faiyaz & Shy Glizzy

Este tema es una versión de Crew, que popularizó GoldLink
feat. Brent Faiyaz & Shy Glizzy

Formatos disponibles:

CDG (MP3+G)
MP4
KFN
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El formato CDG (también llamado CD+G o MP3+G) es compatible con la mayoría de los reproductores de karaoke. Incluye un archivo MP3 y la letra sincronizada (Versión Karaoke solo vende archivos digitales (MP3+G) y NO recibirás un CD).

Los archivos MP4 pueden reproducirse en MAC OS X y Windows 7 de manera predeterminada.
Si tienes Windows XP o Vista, puedes utilizar Windows Media Player 12.

Este formato es compatible con el KaraFun Windows Player, un programa de karaoke gratuito. Te permite activar o desactivar los coros y la voz principal, además de cambiar el tono o el tempo.

Con tu compra podrás descargar el vídeo tantas veces como quieras en todos estos formatos.

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Con coros (con o sin voces en la versión KFN)

Mismo tempo que el original: 130 BPM

Tonalidad idéntica al original: DO♯m

Duración: 03:01 - Escuchar en: 01:54

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Fecha de publicación: 2016
Géneros: Rap & Hip-Hop, En inglés
Compositor original: Brent Faiyaz, Goldlink, Teddy Walton, Shy Glizzy

Todos los archivos disponibles para descargar son pistas reproducidas, no es la música original.

Letra Crew

She see money all around me
I look like I'm the man
Yeah, but I was down and out like last week
Tell me where have you been
You came out of hiding, girl
Don't act like I'm your man you just a fan
You don't hold rank don't hold no rank
Yeah, uh
Dirty ass, Maryland ass nigga with a sick ass mouth and a slick ass flow, uh
Got your bitch around me
Nigga, ain't no playin' when I'm comin' for the kitty
I'm a fool, goddamn
Do it for my niggas on the coast right there
Do it for my niggas in the Ghost right now
Niggas got killed for the boy live his dreams in the hills
And they watchin' for the boy right now
Goddamn, what a time what a year, uh
We are what them young boys fear, uh
I kill, never been killed that's real, no lies
You can tell that from our peers right now
Bet you wanna fuck me now, uh
Bet you wanna love me down, uh
Girl, you can't tie me down like Ray J said but know I'm down, uh
Freaky deaky, show me somethin', uh
Shake it like you owe me somethin', uh
Pushin' on the pussy like a button
Came four times, fifth time you gushin', uh
Still gettin' rowdy in the function, uh
Bitches on my dick like it's nothin', uh
Everywhere I go now always got shit bumpin'
Jumpin', thumpin' jumpin', yeah
Hey, nice to meet
I'm Young Jefe, who you be
Got my piece in Southeast got her clappin' to this beat
She invite me to her crib
I walk in, she see my heat
She said but I live in the hills
Bitch, that's just the way I sleep
Stop that madness, I'm a savage in traffic with MAC eleven's
Baddest bitch and she Spanish
I fly her to Calabasas
We get nasty, I'm her daddy she know a nigga ain't average
Ain't nothin' wrong with fake asses bitch, turn around let's make magic
I'm geekin', uh-huh, I'm on it don't look at me like you want it
Tell 'em that we ain't stuntin' in fourth down we ain't puntin' it
King of District Columbia can't come here without a permit
This shit really a jungle gorillas and anacondas
She see money all around me
I look like I'm the man
Yeah, but I was down and out like last week
Tell me where have you been
You came out of hiding, girl
Don't act like I'm your man you just a fan
You don't hold rank don't hold no rank

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