Video Karaoke Gucci Mane - Jessie Murph

Este tema es una versión de Gucci Mane, que popularizó Jessie Murph

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: 136 BPM

Tonalidad idéntica al original: DOm

Duración: 02:46 - Escuchar en: 01:45

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Fecha de publicación: 2025
Géneros: Country, En inglés
Compositor original: Jessie Murph, Oscar Linnader, Abby-Lynn Keen, Warren Felder, Keith Roger Sorrell

Todo el contenido de nuestro sitio web es reproducido íntegramente por nuestros músicos en el estudio. No utilizamos ninguna parte de las grabaciones originales ni hacemos uso de tecnología de separación de stems con IA de ninguna manera.

Letra Gucci Mane

I'm from Alabama
I'm 'bout four eleven
I've got a shitty father and I'd like to go to Heaven
Internally I'm scrappy but I'm afraid to fight
I prefer to keep my hoops in so I stay in at night
They tell me not to falter
To tell 'em who I am
But I'm not fuckin' sure
I know I love shitty men
They normally contribute to the state that I'm in
This place that I'm in
This fuckin' state that I'm in
Sometimes in the mornin'
I feel bad when I get up
And I'll look around my house and I'll look at all the stuff
And I get to feelin' guilty and I think about my mom
I'm the first one in my family to see a million bucks
No
I don't wanna talk about it
I'd rather write my way around it 'cos I don't wanna talk about it
No
I don't like the way it sounded
And I don't know no one around here
And I don't wanna talk about it
I don't wanna talk about it
I'm not much of a cooker but I like to make my pasta
I throw it in the pot and I mix it with the thought
Of losin' all I've ever had
Losin' all I've ever fought for
And then I get high and I wonder what it's all for
I write songs about my father and the fucked up shit he did but I take one out the chamber 'cos I'm learnin' to forgive
I would rather not throw him right up under the bus though I used to wish someday that he'd get hit by that bus
I would like to not be bitter and not take that back
And I prefer it sweet but still I take my coffee black
And it's four in the mornin' and I wake up in a sweat
Paranoid that someone's there
It's only ever just the wind
No
I don't wanna talk about it
I wanna write my way around it
No I don't wanna talk about it
No
I don't like the way it sounds
And I don't know no one around here
And I don't wanna talk about it
So now that I'm twenty and I'm tryin' to figure out what the hell to do with love and what the hell to do without
I walk in with my head high
I feel like a tall child
I sampled Lemonade and made
Gucci Mane proud
Ah ha ha ha

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