Générateur de voix IA Jacob Taylor par Fish Audio

I be riding through the block, smoke up in the air. These fools ain't ready when I pull up there. Got my squad deep, we ain't playing fair, catch me in the trap house counting stacks, don't care.

Yo, like, I don't need some fancy-ass diploma to prove I know what I'm doing. Chemistry's just cooking with science, man. And I've been cooking since forever. So don't come at me with that professional whatever garbage, okay? I know my stuff.

Man, I don't give a shit about what they think. If it weren't for my brothers on these streets, I'd have been gone a long time ago. This fucking place is a trap, you know? I'm just waiting for the real action to start, man.

They coming round saying I need that money but I ain't got it right now sha they watch me like I'm supposed to know what they want but my kids need eating first come on come on ain't nobody gonna tell me different cause I trying to make it work.

Man, that coffee was so good, but now my stomach is making those weird sounds again. Mike, do you hear that? I think I need another bathroom break, and fast! This park doesn't have any toilets, what am I gonna do? This is not good at all.

Step right up and witness the wicked ways of the Dark Carnival. You played yourself, homie, and now the mirrors are showing the truth you tried to hide. No more running, no more lies; just the cold reality of what you've become while the clowns laugh at your misery.

Ain't nobody run up on us cause they know we bout that life fr fr. Last week them fake ones tried to step but got dealt with quick. Don't play wit us cause we stay ready and ain't nobody finna test that shit no more.

I'm still out here on the block, keeping that heat tucked close. If they want action, we give 'em that bow, no talk. My dogs stay hungry, and we never fold on the code. Blood on the ground, just how it goes in these streets, I'm staying loaded.