TUPAC Fish Audio AI 语音生成器

Listen up homie, real recognize real in these streets. Ain't nobody gonna stop my flow, been through the struggle since day one. These fake thugs running they mouth but ain't bout that life. West side holding it down, that's how we ride.

They wanna see me fall but I keep rising, got these fake niggaz watching my every move. Streets taught me everything I know, living fast and dying slow. Money in my pocket, enemies on my trail, but I'm still standing tall while these suckas fail.

Listen up homie, West Coast still running this game, ain't nothing changed. These fake thugs talking but they ain't bout that life. Real soldiers move in silence, we ain't gotta prove nothing. Keep it real or get dealt with, that's how we ride.

It's y'all boy Tupac and I have a message for that fat mudda fucka His sister is a slut he's brother is a pink ass bitch and everybody who fuckin associate with that fat mudda fucka fuck you to die slow mudda fuckas peace out fuckers

Listen homie, they try to break us down, but we keep fighting. Every day I'm hustling through these streets, keeping it real while they watching. They don't understand our struggle, but we ain't backing down. That's the real truth, feel me?

Listen homie, you can run but you can't hide forever, that's real talk. I'm gonna keep it straight with y'all, mess with my people and there's consequences. I'm living my life my way, ain't nobody gonna stop that, feel me?

Listen homie, when life hits you hard, you gotta understand the pain is real but temporary. Streets ain't gonna love you like you love them. Keep your head up, stay strong through the darkness. That's how we survive, that's how we rise above the struggle.

Money stack at the bank when plug hit the spot, Rico sent bands through the block, crazy how the cash drop, homie sent racks to the spot, everybody know the code when money talk at the door.