Karaoké 151 Rum - JID

Cet enregistrement est une reprise de 151 Rum rendu célèbre par JID

Formats inclus :

CDG (MP3+G)
MP4
KFN
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Le format CDG (également appelé CD+G ou MP3+G) est compatible avec la majorité des machines karaoké. Il comprend un fichier MP3 ainsi que la synchronisation des paroles (Version Karaoké ne vend pas de CD, mais uniquement les fichiers numériques).

Ce format est reconnu par la majorité des appareils (Windows, Mac, iPhone, iPad, Android, TV Connectées...)

Ce format est compatible avec le lecteur de karaoké KaraFun Windows Player. Il permet d'ajouter ou retirer les choeurs, le guide vocal, changer le tempo, la tonalité...

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À propos

Avec choeurs (au choix dans la version KFN)

Tempo identique à l'original : 130 BPM

Tonalité identique à l'original : Mim

Durée : 02:41 - Extrait à : 01:43

EXPLICIT LYRICS

Date de sortie : 2018
Styles : Rap & Hip-Hop, En anglais
Auteurs-Compositeurs : Destin Route, Peter James Mudge, John Christopher Welch

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Paroles 151 Rum

Yeah run Ricky, run
Run nigga, run
Jump, nigga, jump
Come here they come
Run, run, run, run
Gun with the drum
Bum bitty bum
Slump in the trunk
My city go dumb
Dumb, dumb, dumb
One-Fifty-One rum and a blunt
Young nigga numb numb, numb and he got a little gun
A little bitty killer really doin' it for fun
Give him a little bit and he'll get a nigga done
Son of a god, son of a bitch
Son of woman and man
Son of a son in a sunken abyss
Summon a plan
Please come with a script
Cover my back, cover man
Please come with the blitz
Look at the stats
JID like a magician
Fuck that, this some real ass shit
I paid blood for this
Takin' cheese from the government
Cereal boxes with the bugs in it
Hand me down
This my brother brother's shit
Don't compare me to no other other niggas in the city boy they say they fuckin' with you
Heebie jeebie
That's a bit disgustin' but I get it
I'm full of tension
Full of spirit but full of shit
Standin' next to Lil Tay when that bullet hit him
Shit I miss him
I wish that that bullet missed him but it didn't and since I been livin' with it like a sickness
Intimate, infinite rhymes
Give me the baton
A tickin', tickin' time bomb
Takin' the finish line
Look alive, look in my eyes
Look at you niggas tryin'
And ya dumb, dumb
Better run, run 'cos we fryin' em
Eastside, where ya from, from
Niggas wildin'
So be silent before my niggas creep silent
With street knowledge
Complete nonsense
Delete comments, online
All lies, we see violence
Every day in my eyes
They killin' my niggas
Die nigga die
Pull up with the fye
Get 'em, nig' it's eye for an eye
If we gotta ride fuck it nigga ride for the ride of ya life
Diabolical minds
I don't mind it
I like it, I like it, I love it
I fuck with you, you a thug
Imma thug with you
We can knuck, we can buck if a nigga fuck with you
I got love for you out the mud with you
Off the muscle
Run Ricky, run
Run nigga, run
Jump, nigga, jump
Come here they come
Run, run, run, run
Gun with the drum
Bum bitty bum
Slump in the trunk
My city go dumb
Dumb, dumb, dumb
One-Fifty-One rum and a blunt
Young nigga numb numb, numb and he got a little gun
A little bitty killer really doin' it for fun
Give him a little bit and he'll get a nigga

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