صوت MTBMB Godzilla الاحترافي بالذكاء الاصطناعي لإنشاء المحتوى

عينة 1

Imma mechanicilla killer spilla, flow so sick need a penicilla. Stomping through the city like a thrilla, brain's a nuclear reactor, mind's a distilla. Stack paper higher than a skyscraper, call me the rap undertaker, no flavor maker.

Trapped in my mind again, popping pills just to pretend I'm fine, but the demons they keep spinning round, can't tell what's real anymore now. Like father like son, guess the darkness won, mixing liquor with thoughts until they're both gone, yeah.

Scrambled eggs for brains while I'm training insane in the membrane, got my name in flames while I'm gaming the game like I'm taming the pain, brain's deranged and estranged but I'm maintaining the strain through the rain like a derailed train.