A pesar de que parece que Airplanes con Hayley Williams será el nuevo single de B.
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B, se acaba de estrenar el videoclip de otro tema.
Os hablo de Bet I junto a los raperos T.
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y Playboy Tre que si no me equivoco es el cuarto single promocional de iTunes.
Por fin ya se puso a la venta este martes en Estados Unidos B.
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B Presents: The Adventures of Bobby Ray, posiblemente uno de los discos que más expectativas ha creado en lo que llevamos de 2010 gracias al eclecticismo del de Atlanta y el exitazo de Nothin’ on You con Bruno Mars.
Este Bet I es una muestra de que aparte de cantar, tocar el piano, la guitarra y hacer macramé, esto no lo tengo confirmado, el chico también se lo curra rapeando.
El videoclip es un derroche colorista en 3D como si fuese el resultado de una abducción por parte de algún videojuego nipón.
Letras que caen, bocadillos rollo cómic y toques grafiteros son algunos de los ingredientes de este interesante videoclip.
[Estribillo – B.
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B]Put me on anything still I bet I bustPut me anywhere on the map I bet I bustThis is what I does so, please don’t gas me upMatter of fact, gimme 15 minutes and a bag of budI bet I bustI bet I bust (I, I)I bet I bustI bet I, I bet I,(bust)I bet I bustI bet I bust (I, I)Matter of fact, gimme 15 minutes and a bag of bud I bet I bust[B.
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B]Bust, bust, bu-bu-bustYeah, on bud, bet I bustThats just what I does, yesPut me anywhere on the map with a backpack strappedStill I bet I bustBet I flowBet I rip this beatBet I feel that soulBet I goBet I bench these n-ggas like Ray, sit down bro!Bet I know, everything about this gameBet I know my rolePlus they know when I come to the court this is my sportB dot o, BSo, bet I goBet I’m on a brand new planeBet I’m in a whole different zoneI ain’t really from this placeSo im up all night longReally I’m in outterspaceReally I ain’t got no homeReally I’m a saintBet I’m blown,Bet I’m thrown, up to the skyOver the oceanSo I fly wherever I’m goinWhen I’m by, bet I’m focusedIf it’s five, you can bet I roll itMatter of fact, you can bet I bust[Estribillo – B.
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B][T.
I]Drive a brown parkin centerThe king from the emma(?)The room with the boom in the booth, I deliverThe hottest, you prolly too small to acknowledge youImpossible to copy like what everybody try to doWe cool as some dudes on them waves out in MalibuI’m ballin hard baseline, fall through the alley-oopBAM!Comin through this thang like James in the air off the bare of my handN-gga jus can’t.
pretend you forgot my name if you wannaI’ma come hard like a bar?Dawn?Make a n-gga wanna rebound, turnt up, all the way, hey (?)2 or 3 trampPut em in the ? bentleyN-gga say he do it like us, he should mean 96, 97in Atlanta have more blocks than MutomboFor those who can’t hold water need a new kidneyPut it down under Australia, Sidney (bye)And I’m still representing,For the n-ggas under prisonYou are tuned in, listeninAnd I’m back to doing big thingsA sucka lookin for me, start in yo bitch’(s) dreamsThats why I’m 20 feet tall standing on the big screenGet dough, get green, my flow sickening,It’s the King n-gga![Estribillo – B.
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B][Playboy Tre]Yeah, back with a cup of that liquor, n-ggayall don’t really know Tre,Really know me,Really know the streets, no!Yall n-ggas really ain’t G,Really ain’t hard,Never really served no heart,Yall be playin that rollTalkin that pimp sh-t,Never really pimp sh-t, nahYall be singin them hoesBut I don’t, and I won’tI’ll get a bitch anytime I wantI’m that guy, spit that fireShake the ground everytime I stompBit? in the trunk, cup in the airYou can talk sh-t but I really don’t careMan I’m in the cadillac goin directGonna clack that back? cuz a n-gga ain’t scaredI’m that red clay, East of the A?Ya n-ggas get locked up everydayCops ain’t sh-t so I drop that sh-t(?) make it through the dayGrindin for my payIt’s that n-gga TreBustin like a pistol best believe it when I sayThat I bust![Estribillo – B.
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B]Vía
