Karaoké Heat Stick - Shoreline Mafia

Cet enregistrement est une reprise de Heat Stick rendu célèbre par Shoreline Mafia
OhGeesy & Fenix Flexin

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 : 105 BPM

Tonalité identique à l'original : Do♯m

Durée : 02:20 - Extrait à : 00:59

EXPLICIT LYRICS

Date de sortie : 2024
Styles : Rap & Hip-Hop, En anglais
Auteurs-Compositeurs : Alejandro Carranza, Norman Lewis, Bruce Johnson Jr, Diego Javier Avendano, Fenix Rypinski

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Paroles Heat Stick

I got thirty bands on me and the bitch up in a headlock
Deadstock kicks and the bitch gon' make the bed rock
Lead hot, nigga trip on me
I bet his head pop
He looked up
All he seen was a red dot
Heat stick, hot stick
Ridin' with a mop stick
Ain't goin' back and forth
If it's on we on our opps quick
Freak bitch toxic
I fucked her then I blocked it
Nigga tryna run up on us wrong we get to knockin'
You ain't choosin' then you losin'
Baby get with me
I keep money comin' in and I keep blicky
Get to knockin' on them niggas like the mailman
I failed math class but ran it up
I got hella bands
Now you see me, now you don't
Bitch I'm John Cena
But we ain't with that wrestlin'
You know we pop demons
If we ain't talkin' 'bout some money then I'm not speakin'
Don't check me, check the bitch 'cos the thot creepin'
We finna get up on they ass
Nigga not even
Boogie down up on they block
Now they block bleedin'
I told her Swallow don't you spit it
She got all semen
Her ex-nigga was a nerd
I'm a whole creature
Get a chopper, hold a broom
That's a street sweeper
He ain't really in that water
He a knee deeper
Know lil' brodie tryna crash
He a tweak-tweaker
I need twenty bands cash
Ain't no free features
As I look at my wrist
It's about that time
But if I look too long then I might go blind
I got ten bad bitches pullin' up at nine
Should we fuck at Fenix crib or should we fuck at mine
We gon' split 'em down that middle, I get five, you get five then we switch 'em in a little
I get yours, you get mine
I done told you 'bout your bag
I got yours, you got mine
Know we keep them straps
I got forty, you got nine
Ayy light-skin, dark-skin
Vanilla and chocolate
Slim thick, thick slim
I got all the options
Your number one pick ain't even in my top ten
Bitch in the valley
Got a bitch off of Slauson
Hop out, walk in
Get paid, clock in
Open their mouth while I put my cock in
I ain't turnin' down shit
I'm on nonsense
Grew up on Western
I was born on Bronson
I got thirty bands on me and the bitch up in a headlock
Deadstock kicks and the bitch gon' make the bed rock
Lead hot, nigga trip on me
I bet his head pop
He looked up
All he seen was a red dot
Heat stick, hot stick
Ridin' with a mop stick
Ain't goin' back and forth
If it's on we on our opps quick
Freak bitch toxic
I fucked her then I blocked it
Nigga tryna run up on us wrong we get to knockin'

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