مولد صوت AI Nk من Fish Audio

Real badman dem know the style, everybody from the street got them kicks proper. When ya see dem Clarks stepping, ya know who running things. Everybody from the block know the real deal, ya get me.

I walk the path of the outcast now. No more words, no more silence. You keep the house, keep the memories. I'm fading into the distance where you can't follow. My time here is finished, and I leave it all behind for your sake.

I. . . . . . . I can't quite remember. . . . . . . the last time. . . . . . . I felt this way. . . . . . . Everything feels like. . . . . . . it's moving so slowly. . . . . . . I just need. . . . . . . a moment to find. . . . . . . my voice again.

ciao hello

Look at you trying to step to me, thinking you're all that I need to see. But honestly, you're just a wannabe, while I'm sitting here living life naturally. Your game is weak, your style's incomplete, while I'm bringing heat that can't be beat.

I sitting. Very long time. Uncle was. He there. I even saw. Know the room. Sitting still. Very much. I saw the light. Uncle know. I even go. The wall. Very white. Sitting there. I know. Always. I saw it. Uncle. I even.

They tell me I’m untouchable, so I stopped trying to feel. I’m making all this bread but it tastes like nothing when you’re living in a facade. If I fall, I’ll just fly, eyes closed, letting the world pass me by because I don't do the pain anymore.

Hi. Say hi again. Yeah. No. Thank you. My. Say please. Please. Yeah. Hi. No, no, no. Big. Look. Hi. Say hi. Thank you. Bye bye. Yeah. Say hi. My. Thank you. Please. Hi. Say hi. Thank you.