Hustle for the hood

[Verse 1: Cleave-Jeevi] Chiranjeevi, the machine in motion, Known as Cleave-Jeevi, slicing through the commotion. Grease on his hands, sparks in his eyes, In the workshop, he's the king, mechanical skies. [Chorus: STR the Star] Sudarsan, STR, a star in the grind, Always two steps ahead, leaving us behind. Precision and power, his name’s a creed, STR’s the engine, building speed. [Verse 2: Coinface Priya] Priya's got the look, straight off a coin from Spain, In the mechanical jungle, she rules the domain. Golden aura, sharp like a blade, The queen of the crew, watch her crusade. [Drop: Bloody Beggar Kavin] Galvin’s here, they call him Kavin, "Bloody Beggar," yet always winnin'. Swagger so sharp, it cuts like steel, A hustler, a fighter, his vibe's unreal. [Bridge: Mechanical Crew Unite] Cleave-Jeevi’s torque, STR’s precision, Priya’s charm, Kavin’s ambition. Mechanical beats in an electronic storm, This crew’s got fire, breaking the norm. [Outro: The Machine Roars] The EDM drops, their spirits soar, Mechanical vibes, can't ignore. In the chaos, they find their place, Cleave, STR, Priya, Kavin, own the race.

AI Singing logo AI Singing Open main menu AI Music Generator: Craft Songs with Advanced AI Unleash creativity with our AI Music Generator. Input your preferences, and watch as our AI quickly crafts music just for you AI Music Composer Playground Custom Mode Lyrics Generate random lyrics, write your own, or get some help from AI.Use two verses(8 lines) for best results. Enter your own lyrics. Instrumental Create a song without lyrics. Style of Music Decide the style of music you want to create(e.g., 'acoustic pop'). models do not recognize artists'names.but do understand genres and vibes. Title Give your song a title for sharing,discovey, and organization. Enter your title here. Display public The music generated this time will be displayed publicly. Create Two Musics Cover Cover Title Flavour Classique_-_My Love Style Afrobeat Lyrics **Verse 1 (Kiswahili):** Mpenzi we, jina lako linanifanya nitabasamu Kama jua linavyong'aa mbinguni Macho yako ni bahari ya bluu Nimezama ndani yako, moyoni **Chorus (Kihispania):** Eres mi sol, mi luna, mi estrella Mi todo, mi vida entera Contigo quiero estar siempre Mi amor por ti es eterno **Verse 2 (Kiingereza):** My love, your name is a sweet melody A song that plays inside of me You're the missing piece to my heart From the start, we've been apart **Bridge (Kiswahili na Kihispania):** Nakupenda, mpenzi, con todo mi corazón Wewe ndiye kila kitu kwangu, dunia nzima **Chorus (Kiingereza):** You're my sunshine, my moon, my star My everything, my life so far With you I want to be forever My love for you will last forever

**Verse 1 (Kiswahili):** Mpenzi we, jina lako linanifanya nitabasamu Kama jua linavyong'aa mbinguni Macho yako ni bahari ya bluu Nimezama ndani yako, moyoni **Chorus (Kihispania):** Eres mi sol, mi luna, mi estrella Mi todo, mi vida entera Contigo quiero estar siempre Mi amor por ti es eterno **Verse 2 (Kiingereza):** My love, your name is a sweet melody A song that plays inside of me You're the missing piece to my heart From the start, we've been apart **Bridge (Kiswahili na Kihispania):** Nakupenda, mpenzi, con todo mi corazón Wewe ndiye kila kitu kwangu, dunia nzima **Chorus (Kiingereza):** You're my sunshine, my moon, my star My everything, my life so far With you I want to be forever My love for you will last forever Tag: It's classic on this one (woman sound)

Ouais le king de la s sur la prod Verset1 Ils m'ont râlé, jamais gâcher tout entier tout en fouillé,la vie clouner BGL , les fictif se moquent de ma caisse,ra papa ils ont volé ma selle Refrains BgL le king de la s , elle veut mon insta mais j'ai pas de caisse,si t'es en pétrin faut te rendre utile,on m'traite d'orgueilleux mais j'suis têtu comme une mule Verset 2 fini l'époque de l'anti maintenant place aux tactiles,les petits dans la team se font des calculs , la cape des mitaux est dans la cumule . Refrains BgL le king de la s , elle veut mon insta mais j'ai pas de caisse,si t'es en pétrin faut te rendre utile,on m'traite d'orgueilleux mais j'suis têtu comme une mule Verset 3 Arrête de te plaindre, sans jamais parler de ton compte,les conseils de chasse est toujours à l'encontre, Refrains BgL le king de la s , elle veut mon insta mais j'ai pas de caisse,si t'es en pétrin faut te rendre utile,on m'traite d'orgueilleux mais j'suis têtu comme une mule Verset 4 La TS c'est comme une arnaque,je peux te confier tout mais pas mon compte en banque,la rencune je la met tout au fond de ma planche, petit na nga ozo seka na drague Refrains BgL le king de la s , elle veut mon insta mais j'ai pas de caisse,si t'es en pétrin faut te rendre utile,on m'traite d'orgueilleux mais j'suis têtu comme une mule

MLA Format Jam (Verse 1) 'Cause the author’s in the front, gotta start it right, Last name, first, keeping it tight, Next comes the title, italicize it bold, Don’t forget the container, let the story unfold. (Chorus) It's a citation, yeah, it’s a citation, MLA style, we’re on a mission, With the hanging indent, you gotta pay attention, Formatting's key, that's our tradition. (Verse 2) Other contributors, if they're in the mix, Like editors or translators, we gotta fix, Version comes next, don’t let it slide, Then the number, keep the details inside. (Chorus) It's a citation, yeah, it’s a citation, MLA style, we’re on a mission, With the hanging indent, you gotta pay attention, Formatting's key, that's our tradition. (Bridge) Publisher and date, gotta stay on track, Then the location, put that in the back, All the punctuation, gotta make it right, Citing your sources, shining so bright. (Chorus) It's a citation, yeah, it’s a citation, MLA style, we’re on a mission, With the hanging indent, you gotta pay attention, Formatting's key, that's our tradition. (Outro) So when you write your paper, keep this in your mind, MLA formatting, it’s one of a kind, Follow these steps, you’ll be on your way, To ace that assignment, hooray, hooray!

Title: "Love Trauma" Verse 1: You said you’d never leave, now you’re gone, I’m stuck in this storm, tryna stay strong. You left a hole in my chest, but I still play along, Told myself you’d be back, but it feels so wrong. We built dreams together, plans that felt real, Now I’m waking up to nightmares that I can’t heal. You promised me forever, now forever’s a lie, But I’m still here waiting, looking up at the sky. How do I let go of someone who was my air? You built me up just to leave me there. You left my heart in pieces, but I still care, Told me that you loved me, now you don’t even care. We were unstoppable, they couldn’t tell us apart, Now I’m standing here, trying to stitch up my heart. You shattered my trust, took everything we had, And I’m tryna act fine, but I’m still so mad. Chorus: Love trauma, it’s tearing me apart, In denial that we’re through, still holding my heart. How could you just leave? You said we’d go far, Now I’m left with scars, wondering who you are. Love trauma, it’s burning me alive, I’m lost in the memories, but I still try to survive. I gave you my everything, you left me to die, And I can’t stop asking why, can’t stop asking why. Verse 2: I keep running in circles, I can’t find the way, Every step I take, I’m still begging you to stay. I gave you my trust, you gave me your lies, But I still see your face when I close my eyes. How do I move on when you’re all I know? You left me in the dark, with no way to go. I gave you my time, my love, my soul, But you treated it like it wasn’t worth gold. You said you'd fight for us, but you let it slip, Now I'm drowning in silence, tryna grip. You made me feel like I was the one to blame, But you were the one who walked away from the flame. I’m angry, I’m hurt, but I still feel the pull, A love so deep, now it feels like a fool. I hate that I still think of you when I wake, Even though you’re the one who made me break. Chorus: Love trauma, it’s tearing me apart, In denial that we’re through, still holding my heart. How could you just leave? You said we’d go far, Now I’m left with scars, wondering who you are. Love trauma, it’s burning me alive, I’m lost in the memories, but I still try to survive. I gave you my everything, you left me to die, And I can’t stop asking why, can’t stop asking why. Rap Verse: This pain’s like fire, it’s cutting too deep, Told myself I’d heal, but I can’t even sleep. You say you’re gone, but I’m still holding on, I see your face in every song, in every dawn. Why’d you do me like that? What happened to us? Now I’m questioning every word, every single trust. We were supposed to build, to break every wall, But now I’m just waiting, watching it all fall. I keep telling myself I’m better off alone, But I still feel your presence, like you’re in my bones. I wanted us forever, I wanted us strong, But you turned our love into something so wrong. You walked away, didn’t even say goodbye, Left me with these questions I can’t deny. How could you turn you

Here’s a captivating version of **"Hustle for the Hood"** that dives deep into the emotions, unity, and resilience found in hustling for the community: --- **Intro:** Eh, na hustle we dey, no turning back For my hood, I go carry the stack From the gutter, we dey rise, no be joke For my people, this fire, I provoke **Verse 1:** Every day we dey run, chasing dreams for the block From sunrise to nightfall, no time for talk I dey see my people, we dey face our fears Through blood, sweat, and hustle, we wipe our tears For my hood, I go push, make we see light Even when darkness dey try dim our sight Na here I find family, na here I find hope We dey climb this ladder, we no dey cope **Chorus:** Hustle for the hood, na we get am strong From the ghetto streets, we belong For my area, I go fight, I go bleed Hustle for the hood, till we succeed **Verse 2:** Na my brothers, wey dey stand like rock No matter wetin, we no go fall or flop From nothing to something, we dey build our way For my people, I go hustle night and day I dey see mama smile, papa nod with pride For the future we dey shape, we dey hustle to survive Omo, na love for the street, make us who we be From grass to grace, we go live our dream **Chorus:** Hustle for the hood, na we get am strong From the ghetto streets, we belong For my area, I go fight, I go bleed Hustle for the hood, till we succeed **Bridge:** This hustle na for legacy, make e shine For my brothers, for my sisters, make we climb We dey hold each other, no go leave behind Hustle for the hood, with a strong mind **Outro:** Na the hood raise me, and I no go forget For this soil, I dey plant my sweat We go make am, no matter how tough Hustle for the hood, till we rise above --- This version emphasizes the loyalty, pride, and dedication to uplifting the hood, bringing out the collective ambition to succeed and inspire others.

Here’s a revised version with improved rhyming and flow: --- **Welcome to the collective, If you wanna join, you best be selective. Being an artist? It’s not an elective, That’s why these bitches stay protective.** **First, we got Chris, the man in charge, From New York City, left livin' large. A proclaimed five-mag god, they say, Hittin' the gym, buildin' muscle every day.** **Next up is Angel, Chicano’s style, Lost the bun but kept the smile. Speaks in Spanish, smooth bilingual, New vibe on point — call him Domingo.** **Then there’s Krista, vibrant and true, Not just bi; colors all she do. Tattooing lesbians, keepin' it real, Her ink’s got that rainbow feel.** **Joey and Leelee, married strong, But feed her quick when her hunger’s long. They’re cool, always in sync together, Leelee the mentor, down for whatever.** **Brayden's fresh, the new kid in line, Talent on lock, waitin' to shine. Music bumpin’—ain’t no game, Soon they’ll all know his name.** **Yolanda, mother, we miss her touch, Call her Houdini, gone but loved so much.** **Chase be wild, with brushes to bear, Modern Bob Ross, with talent to spare. Vote for the vibe he brings around, Creativity that’s homeward bound.** **Adam’s work? Creepy yet sleek, Fast with the ink, mysterious streak. Now a dad, he’s all about life, Hurries home to be with his wife.** **Thurman Mormon, glitter tattoo, A sparkly touch, with colors that woo.** **Dustin came in, killin' the scene, Cali boy rep, though it’s too routine— Just playin', but he knows it’s real, Crowded there but he’s got appeal.** **Christian’s Adam’s apprentice, boss baby in the shop, Running things steady, he’ll rise to the top. A little bossy, baby face and all, But handles it like he’s got the call Welcome to the collective If you wanna join it’s very selective Being an artist ain’t no elective That’s why they call the bitches protective

I’m in your city, better watch where you step, Rolling through the blocks like a shadow in the depths, Eyes on the prize, I’m just stacking respect, Ain't here to play nice, I'm here to collect. Got the streets on alert, yeah, they know my name, I’m the spark in the dark, setting fire to the game, I don’t need no permission, this is my domain, When I’m in your city, they gon' feel the flame. Corners on lockdown, eyes in the mist, Every beat hits hard like a clenched fist, You thought you had a hold, but it don’t exist, 'Cause I’m in your city now, yeah, I own this.

Welcome to the collective If you wanna join it’s very selective Being an artist ain’t no elective That’s why they call the bitches protective First we got Chris the owner of the place From New York he left without a trace A proclaimed 5 mag god He be in that gym workin on his bod Go to angel a touch of Chicano He cut off his bun who he think he is Speaking Spanish that boy is bilingual Nuevo hombre call him Domingo Take it to krista that girl is colorful Not cause she’s bi it’s just what she do Tattin the lesbians almost every day Joey and leelee yeah they be married When she is hangry yeah that be scary But they be cool and do it togetha Yeah she be that mentor Brayden the young one, new to the game So he gotta keep his talent tame His music be bumpin no it ain’t a game Shout out Yolanda yeah she be a mother Call her Houdini we miss her like no other Over to Chase yeah that boy be crazy Call him a modern bob ross yeah got talent Now go run and fill out yo ballot Adam that dude his work be creepy That dude so quick you’d think he’s sneaky Now he’s a dad and about that life He gotta go home to bang his wife Thurman Mormon do the glitter tattoo Just a touch a sparkly and some color too Dustin joined and be killin the game But he came from cali and that shit be lame Just kidding but it be overcrowded for real Welcome to the collective If you wanna join it’s very selective Being an artist ain’t no elective That’s why they call the bitches protective

Yo, I lace up my boots, step onto the field, But the hate in the stands, man, it feels too real. From the whistle to the final call, they scream and shout, Disrespect in their mouths, tryna shut us down, no doubt. But we play for the love, not the color of skin, We rise as one, let the game begin. Kicks on the turf, we all chase that dream, But some still judge us by the shade of our skin. Red card for the hate, yellow for the lies, We’re here for the game, no matter what they despise. They can talk all they want, but they’ll never break us, We’re united on this field, our hearts are contagious. Racism in the stands, but we rise above, Kicking the hate out, playing with love. On the pitch, we’re equal, no matter where we from, Color doesn't matter when we all play as one. Racism in the stands, but we rise above, Kicking the hate out, playing with love. On the pitch, we’re equal, no matter where we from, Together we shine, yeah, we all belong. From the streets of Rio to the heart of Milan, Football’s our language, we all got a plan. They see the talent, but they still throw the shade, Trying to dim the light, man, they want us to fade. But look at the team, we're diverse and strong, Our unity's the anthem, our hearts sing the song. Don't care if I’m black or brown, or any shade in between, On this field, we’re kings, we’re chasing that dream. It’s not about the hate, it's about the game we play, From Africa to Europe, we all got something to say. They try to hold us down, but we stand tall and proud, Breaking every barrier, we ain’t backing down. So let the world see, when we step in the light, We’re all human beings, together we fight. Racism in the stands, but we rise above, Kicking the hate out, playing with love. On the pitch, we’re equal, no matter where we from, Color doesn't matter when we all play as one. Racism in the stands, but we rise above, Kicking the hate out, playing with love. On the pitch, we’re equal, no matter where we from, Together we shine, yeah, we all belong. From the pitch to the streets, we demand respect, No room for hate, we’ll never forget. Racism’s a game that no one should play, Let’s keep pushing forward, change the world today.

Verse 1 Ẹ wo b’awọn ọ̀rẹ́ mi ṣe n rẹrin, Wọn sọ pé “Ṣọlá, ẹ má wà l’ẹrú mímú!” Ọmọ tó fẹràn fúńfún àbìkíá n’ìgbà gbogbo Ṣe àwọn ọ̀rẹ́ mi kọ ń bọ̀ wá pẹ̀lú ọti wọn Ọkan mún ọti, ẹlòmíràn mún ìgbéga, Ẹmi náà níbi tó dùn jù lọ Chorus Ṣùgbọ́n mo rí o, ohun tó dájú Ọlọ́run gbé mi sókè Ọmọ tí mo rí l’áyé tuntun n’iwájú Ẹ ṣeun, mo gbémi sókè Verse 2 Ọjọ́ kan ní mo l’ojú pẹ̀lú ìrírí Mo yàtọ̀, mo dára fún irọ nìkan Nílé tẹlẹ̀ ni mo sún fún ìmọra, Ṣùgbọ́n nísinsin yí, gbogbo èmi tẹ̀mí, ó ti yá Chorus Ṣùgbọ́n mo rí o, ohun tó dájú Ọlọ́run gbé mi sókè Ọmọ tí mo rí l’áyé tuntun n’iwájú Ẹ ṣeun, mo gbémi sókè Verse 3 Ní gbogbo àárín àrùn àbò fún mi, Ọ̀rẹ mi ń sọ pé “mọ́kà ní kà nìkan” Ṣùgbọ́n bí ẹ̀mí yí ń kọjá lọ Mo rí pé mo di ara mi pẹ̀lú síri kí n lọ̀ Bridge Ó ṣeun, ó gbà mí nípa ájà fún mi Ọmọ mi, mo jẹ́gbéyìn t’íran, mo wá lọ Ìbáàbó Ó ṣeun, o ti gbé mi ṣẹ́yí lọ; ọlá dé méjọ