gabi

Song Created By @setante2 With AI Singing

Audio musical

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gabi
created by setante2
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gabi
created by setante2

Detalles de la música

Letras de la canción

Am doar codeină, prometh și coca în ADN
Nu mă fut cu orice javră, nu mă fut cu fraiere
Nu combinăm orice proastă, scot banii din ATM
Stau la coadă după pulă, dau mesaje fanele
Fratele, și-a rupt ficatu', spatele
Am salariu' tău la mână și la gât o avere
Sparg vreo zece Xanax-uri, „Iane, vezi că-ți curg balele”
Trag întruna ca taifunu', fac linii cu lamele (Yeah)
Am cash flow ca Benny, două bețe pe un Henny
Nu-mi dau duhu' pentru pizdă, freacă lampa pentru premii
Îi pun copiii în față, are grijă Super Nanny
Vin din South, nu stau în parc
Da' mă omor, zici că sunt Kenny, yeah
[Punte]
Yeah
[Strofa 2]
Dau prea tare, coaie, marea și cântarea și cânt tare
Scriu versuri, bro, și când dau la buci, fă, fără supărare
Nu fac asta pentru bani, da' cine-mi pune de mâncare?
Știu că și dacă orbesc, măcar viziunea nu moare
Îmi fac singur treaba, voce, text și stau și la butoane
Chem o pizdă, face muie, sex și-o trimit la plimbare
Frați din toate cartierele au marfă de vânzare
Ca la piață, avem brigadă, facem rost și de pistoale
Coaie, am asta în ADN, m-am născut în Berceni
Sânge rece-n venă curge, am gheață pe colier
Cinșpe bețe pe o geacă, nu o agăț în cuier
Fac ce vreau, mă doare-n pulă, când vreau să fluier, fluier
Facem nebunii în penthouse la Azteca, e lejer
Toți frații strânși în brigadă, stăm, bem și facem cuie
Procesez ca un i7, tu gândești ca AMD
Nu e vorba de mălai când știu c-am trap în ADN

Descripción del estilo musical

orchestra musical happy

Idioma de la letra

Romanian

Emotional Analysis

The lyrics express a mixture of bravado, confidence, and a sense of struggle, with elements of hedonism and rebellion.

Application Scenarios

The song can be played at parties, clubs, or any setting aimed at a youthful audience looking for high-energy, confident music.

Technical Analysis

The lyrics demonstrate complex rhyme schemes, use of street vernacular, and references to a lifestyle reflecting themes common in trap music, such as drug culture and personal triumph.

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