Video Karaoke GNX - Kendrick Lamar & Hitta J3, YoungThreat & Peysoh

Este tema es una versión de GNX, que popularizó Kendrick Lamar
feat. Hitta J3, YoungThreat & Peysoh

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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Mismo tempo que el original: 90 BPM

Tonalidad idéntica al original: SI♭m

Duración: 03:14 - Escuchar en: 01:16

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Fecha de publicación: 2024
Géneros: Rap & Hip-Hop, En inglés
Compositor original: Kendrick Lamar, Mark Anthony Spears, Jack Antonoff, Tobias Breuer, Timothy Okutuke, Deonta Miyaun Simuel, Kenny Stanley, Billy Graham, Dominicke Williams

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 GNX

Snap what oh eh is what hee
Word hee hee come on bro
Aight um mmh uh
Smo' money hunnid why
Tell 'em Kendrick did it
Ayy who showed you how to run a blitz
Tell 'em Kendrick did it
Who put the West back in front of shit
Tell 'em Kendrick did it
Ayy I'm trippin' and I'm lovin' it
Tell 'em Kendrick did it like what
Hi
Have you ever been a joint and you know it
Have you ever had to flip your unemployment
On the dead guys
Nigga I ain't goin'
Ayy
On the dead ones
We'll treat an enemigo like some bread crumbs
All of my killers on go like Who said somethin'
Redrum, all I think about when I see heads come
Do my dance, hit the chop when I see opps go
Let 'em claim it, we the ones who really pop bro
Don't televise it, we the ones who lettin' chops blow
Opps know, let 'em piss him off and it's a flop show
Murder man, singin' murder music off a murder van
Beat the pussy up like I been celibate and I murder sound
Who is him, one and only shotta known as murder man
Catch you doin' dirty
It's no other way but murder plans
I broke her heart and you the type to go and fix it
Don't wanna speak if you ain't talkin' 'bout no ticket
I'm bougie with it but I might just let you kiss it
Hit that block with diamonds on me
You could tell 'em Peysoh did it
Tell 'em Peysoh did it
Ayy who showed you how to run a blitz
Tell 'em Peysoh did it
Who put the West back in front of shit
Tell 'em Peysoh did it
Ayy I'm trippin' and I'm lovin' it
Tell 'em Peysoh did it
Like what
Hi
Have you ever been a joint and you know it
Have you ever had to flip your unemployment
On the dead guys
Nigga I ain't goin'
Hop out suicide doors
It's the Hitta man
You don't wanna see them doors slidin' on the Caravan
I know killers who was catchin' bodies and not one fade
I was thirteen up at Avalon
Poppin' chains
Fourteen, ridin' minibikes with some dead friends
Twenty-one, flag on my head like a Taliban
Twenty-five, feelin' like the box
It was full of sand
At the cemetery, fuck that
That's where I could've been
Hundred forty-second
I'm connected like I'm Rosecrans
Kinda shit I seen, try and forget and I will pop a Xan'
Uppin' scores, doin' files
Sacrifices like a boxin' ring
Can't throw in the towel
Pistol-packin' since a child
Ayy
Like it's Iraq
Shooter name Hussein
Ridin' with the dirty blicky
Switchy, make a new flame
She said I been a dog all my life
Bae can you change
True to my religion, Cuban links
More than two chains
Tell 'em Hitta did it
Ayy who showed you how to run a blitz
Tell 'em Hitta did it
Who put the West back in front of shit
Tell 'em Hitta did it
Ayy I'm trippin' and I'm lovin' it
It's gettin' down to the wire
Get on my Bob the Builder shit
Get down with the pliers
Been comin' back-to-back hits
How this nigga ain't tired
I'm with some rockstar bitches
They want Lizzie McGuire
I'm switchin' gears
I pop the clutch
I'll send a nigga up
A risk-taker
I'll call you niggas' bluff
If they hangin' out for real
We come deduct, tuckin' tails
They out of luck
When it's wartime they hidin' in the cut
Y'all had y'all chance
Y'all couldn't do it
I swear I'm comin' worse than y'all baby moms
I'm puttin' niggas through it
They hate to see me doin' it
Meal ticket, I'm pursuin' it
I'm in the field for real
UCLA Bruins
They askin' how I do it
How a young nigga so fluent
I kept my mouth closed and I ain't never leave no witness
D.O.A. up on the scene
Tell 'em YoungThreat did it
Nigga

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