Бесплатный AI-генератор голосов Nba youngboy от Fish Audio

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.

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.

Like I was in studio last night like crazy man, had the whole gang there and shit, we was just vibing like making hits and stuff, smoking good, wearing designer clothes like that's how we living now, like it's really lit man, really going crazy.

Ay look, we finna turn up at da O Block tonight, on gang. Big shoutout to all my real ones pullin up, we got dat new heat playin all night. Pull up round 10, bring ya energy, foe nem gonna be deep out here.

Ay man, big shoutout to Atlanta turning up last night, y'all went crazy! New mixtape dropping next week, bout to be the hottest thing in the streets. Pull up to the show tomorrow, VIP tickets still available, we going up!

Nigga know how we moving, keep a switch on the pole and the skis on my face. You caught him lacking at the store, we slide through, let it spray. Real active on these scripts, Southeast really the trenches, tell a nigga drop a pin and see how we coming.

Look, we coming straight from that dirt, middle of the trenches where they plotting on your soul. I got that monster sitting low, eyes on the prize while these snakes waiting for me to trip. It’s real hitters only, chasing that bag until the casket drops. No cap.

I’m really through the shit these suckers claim they doing, moving silent through the section while we catch a maneuver. We keep a Drake for the wiggle, staying active on the block even after we slid. Free the gang until they home, we ain't never stepping down.