Generador de Voz AI Female Eminem por Fish Audio

Listen, I'm spittin' these syllables, ridiculous rhythms, legitimate lyrical criminal, minimal limits while cynical critics are typical. Got my own missile, invisible, individual style that's pivotal. Hip-hop's in my veins, remain insane, while others maintain they're the same.

Listen up haters, step back, back, watch me shine bright. Y'all can't touch this flow, straight fire all night. Move over, move over, I'm coming through strong. This queen right here gonna show you where you belong.

Listen up motherfuckers think they got the skill to step to me but ain't got half the ill that I spit rapidly, mentally you ain't ready see, I'm dropping bombs strategically while you're just screaming pathetically, trying to battle me unsuccessfully.

I'm still thirsty for the crown, never back down, while they drown in the sound of this ghost town. I built this empire on the wire, through the fire and the mire of a liar. Keep my name out your mouth unless you're ready for the south.

Listen up, y'all better recognize what I'm saying, straight from the D where I came up playing. Been through the struggle, now I'm standing tall, proving all the doubters wrong, watching critics fall. That's how we do it, no pretending at all.

Making all these dollars when I'm rolling through the city, watch me counting every penny that I'm getting pretty witty. See my bank account is growing, everybody knowing, when I'm flowing with the money that I'm showing showing.

Look, I don't give a fuck what these critics say about my music, that's fine. They can keep running their mouths all day long, but guess what? I'm gonna keep spitting these bars my way, and that's just how it is, period.

Listen up, these haters ain't worth nothing, they talking trash but their bank account's empty. My money stack high, that's facts, while they broke and mad. Yeah I said it, and what? My worth ain't up for debate.