Générateur de voix IA lucki par Fish Audio

You know, I'm living in these beats like they my mansion, creating waves while these fakes just keep dancing. I ain't here for your validation, my creation speaks louder than conversation. Yeah, I'm making moves while they stuck in simulation.

I’m just trying to capture a specific feeling, like a color you can’t really name. I wanted the synths to sound all fuzzy and nostalgic, like an old cassette tape left in the sun. It’s about taking those weird chords and making them feel like home, honestly.

When I'm in the club tonight, feeling so right, got the ladies in sight. My flow is tight, my game's on height, when I step to the light. Making moves till the morning light, everything's gonna be alright.

Now check this out - we got another case where social media played everybody. This young dude been posting these cryptic messages for months, talking about "demons inside" and stuff. Everyone thinking he just being dramatic, but peep the pattern. That's how these streets work now.

Yeah, I'm working, I'm always working. People don't see what I do in the studio, they don't see the process, but I'm working every day, every night. I'm creating, I'm evolving, I'm doing my thing, and that's what I've always been doing.

Pull up wit da gang we ain't playin no games. Got dem racks in my pocket, they know wat I claim. Haters keep watchin but they can't see me shine, I been grindin since day one, this success all mine.

Pull up in that new whip, ain't nobody stopping me. Got them racks in my pocket, yeah I'm balling constantly. Haters try to front but they ain't got what I got. I stay winning, stay grinding, while they watching from the lot.

Clutch pop, front end up high, catching air while the feds passing by. Engine screaming, tire burning the street, leaving 'em all in the dust. Pi bike life, built not bought, no fear when the gears getting caught. We gone in a blink, shooting for the stars, ey.