Ny Rappers の小説・ストーリー

she replied. I chuckled, “that might be true...” I hummed, “but the music, the emotion, the vibe and the message is different.” I could identify white rapper from Eminem, to NF, Machine Gun Kelly, G-eazy to Zero.that didn’t mean I didn’t have mad love for my kind. Play me a little lil-wayne, Meek Mill or Drake anyway day. “Still doesn’t change the fact that you’re a lazy bone,” she whistled and I chuckled, shaking my head.I slipped into my shoes and took the liberty to straighten my hair as my Aunt talked on and on about her hot boss, she was a real estate agent.

“Just so you know, we're not just talking about a handful of temper tantrums. We’re talking murder, rape, arson, the works.” “That stuff is still happening,” I said quietly. “I know that. There are already people out there who do that horrible stuff. In fact, New York is probably swarming with assholes like that, since that’s where the runners were the last I heard from them.” Ricky snorted. “Honestly, until now I find their cult name so ridiculous. Man, they picked a dumb name.”