Christopher Maurice Brown, mejor conocido como Chris Brown, es un cantante estadounidense. Nació el 5 de mayo de 1989 en Virginia, Estados Unidos. Su primer álbum alcanzó fama, posicionándose en el número uno en el Billboard Hot 100 de su país. Niñez, Juventud y Vida Familiar Chris Brown nació en una localidad de Virginia. Es hijo de Joyce Hawkins y Clinton Brown, un oficial de correcciones en una prisión local. Tiene una hermana mayor, Lytrell Bundy. Aprendió a cantar y a bailar desde joven, participando en el coro de la Iglesia la que asistía y en algunos eventos de talentos locales. Fue apoyado por su mamá, quien al notar capacidades musicales, comenzó a buscarle oportunidades. Inicios de Chris Brown en la Música Cuando Chris Brown tenía trece años de edad, fue descubierto por un equipo de producción que se encontraba en la búsqueda de nuevos talentos. En 2004, viajó a Nueva York, Estados Unidos, para una audición, Tina Davis, agente de la discográfica Island De...
El género musical Pop (abreviación de "popular") es un estilo que se enfoca en producir canciones pegajosas y con melodías simples y fáciles de recordar. El Pop se caracteriza por su uso de instrumentos electrónicos y sintetizadores, y por su énfasis en las letras y la imagen de los artistas. Las canciones de Pop suelen ser optimistas y alegres, y abarcan una amplia variedad de temas, desde el amor y la amistad hasta la política y la sociedad. El Pop se ha convertido en uno de los géneros más influyentes y populares de la música contemporánea, con muchos artistas famosos que han hecho contribuciones significativas a su evolución.
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Pinky ring worth 'bout two-fifty (ooh, ayy)
Two-tone my Lambo', that's drippy (ooh, ayy)
Bottle after bottle, now she tipsy (ooh)
Can't trust these hoes 'cause they iffy (ooh, ayy)
I know that your best friend gon' slide now (ooh, ayy)
Party at my house, that's a vibe now (ooh, ayy)
Ballin' on these hoes like LeBron now (ooh)
She spinnin' off the top, that's a freestyle
Ayy, I'm 'bout to run it up
I'm 'bout to pull up in that motherfuckin' Bentley truck (ayy)
Got some bad bitches in it, 'bout to fuck it up (ayy)
And we takin' shit over just to sum it up, sum it up
Yeah, I need my commas, lil' bitch
I ain't playin', man, I put that on my mama and shit
24 on the jersey, just for Mamba and shit
Vince Carter on that beat, I put my arm through the rim
It's your birthday, put your hands in the air if it's your birthday
And you know we don't give a fuck 'cause that's your birthday
You should be throwin' that back in the first place
It's Breezy, I know you heard of me
Ooh, yeah
Pinky ring worth 'bout two-fifty (ooh, ayy)
Two-tone my Lambo', that's drippy (ooh, ayy)
Bottle after bottle, now she tipsy (ooh)
Can't trust these hoes 'cause they iffy (ooh, ayy)
I know that your best friend gon' slide now (ooh, ayy)
Party at my house, that's a vibe now (ooh, ayy)
Ballin' on these hoes like LeBron now (ooh)
She spinnin' off the top, that's a freestyle
I'm about to turn it up, a hundred degrees
Got my baby goin' up, flight overseas
I don't know where your girl at, she missin'
I'm a bad boy like a Detroit Piston
Nigga, I might smash on your bitch, Mitch Richmond
Cookin' up that hot shit, yeah, we in the kitchen
You been workin' out, girl, lookin' real temptin'
The way you make it clap, tonight I might care for you
It's your birthday (birthday), put your hands in the air if it's your birthday (birthday)
And you know we don't give a fuck 'cause that's your birthday (birthday)
You should be throwin' that back in the first place (first place)
It's Breezy, I know you heard of me
Ooh, yeah (ooh, ayy)
Pinky ring worth 'bout two-fifty (ooh, ayy)
Two-tone my Lambo', that's drippy (ooh, ayy)
Bottle after bottle, now she tipsy (ooh)
Can't trust these hoes 'cause they iffy (ooh, ayy)
I know that your best friend gon' slide now (ooh, ayy)
Party at my house, that's a vibe now (ooh, ayy)
Ballin' on these hoes like LeBron now (ooh)
She spinnin' off the top, that's a freestyle
Yeah, let's play, your body makes me feel a way
Just make it shake, I want you to put it all in my face
Make it nasty
Bad bitch (bad), walked in (walked), her friends locked in (yeah)
Top ten (woah), toxic I am, yes, ma'am (yeah-yeah)
And if they hatin' on you, I might have to kick them out 'cause
It's your birthday (it's your birthday), put your hands in the air if it's your birthday (birthday)
And you know we don't give a fuck 'cause that's your birthday (birthday, yeah)
You should be throwin' that back in the first place (first place)
It's Breezy, I know you heard of me
Ooh, yeah
Pinky ring worth 'bout two-fifty (two-fifty, oh, ayy)
Two-tone my Lambo', that's drippy (yeah-yeah, I did that, ooh, ayy)
Bottle after bottle, now she tipsy (tipsy, yeah)
Can't trust these hoes 'cause they iffy (ooh, ayy)
I know that your best friend gon' slide now (I know, ooh, ayy)
Party at my house, that's a vibe now (vibe, ooh, ayy)
Ballin' on these hoes like LeBron now (ooh)
She spinnin' off the top, that's a freestyle (freestyle)