Fish Audioによる無料のVexy AI音声ジェネレーター

I'm still holding it down for the streets, you feel me? They thought I was gone but I'm back on that grind, staying true to the game. It's all about that hustle and keeping your eyes on the prize while the fakes just keep on talking.

So I pulled up in that SRT, you know how I'm coming. Saw a bad vibe and she already knew the drill. I told her hop in, we ain't got all day. She looking at the dash like she never seen it before. I just keep it pushing, staying on my pivot.

Makula te siana festi chi, mukamba nako tebale chi, se tabakamba nukula munguange chi. Kanya nchako la ugo tete kula mungera, naba galo kufa siti ya kufa chi, mulinga mkabale koti.

Man, I’m still walking through that fire, feeling the weight of every loss on my shoulders. They say the struggle makes you stronger, but some nights it just leaves you hollow inside. I’m praying for a light while the world stays cold, fighting every demon just to keep my spirit whole.

See, he thought he was low, but I'm watching everything, right back to the script. We caught him slipping by the store, pop, now he ain't talking no more. That's just how the game go when you at the top, you can't ever fold.

Visions in the static, automatic cinematic flow. I’m the phantom in the attic, letting the kinetic energy grow. We trade secrets for the weakness, peakness of a mind state so restless. Concrete jungles and gold rumbles, watching how the mountain crumbles in the hood where the heart stumbles.

Eleven, twelve, I'm ringing bells of hell, dragging every fake rapper into my cell. I'm a virus in your speakers, Golf Wang on the tag, baggy jeans sagging while I'm bodying the game. Fuck your standards, I'm a goblin in a supreme hat, burning this whole industry.

They want the crown but we got the vision nigga. Precision on the mission, no more division nigga. We the source, we the force, we the truth, popping the proof in the booth. They can’t front on what we built, we the juice, we the product let loose.