At the beginning of the art test, I lead the national style and recommend it directly

Below that is the songwriter.

Lyricist: Flower Kill

Composer: Flower Kill

Composer: Flower Kill

Rap Xinshen's eyes narrowed slightly.

Have to admit.

Hua Sha's creative ability is indeed terrifying.

Arrangement of lyrics and music!

Just that.

Just make him feel ashamed.

What made him even more aggrieved was that Hua Sha actually produced three songs to deal with the three of them!

Simply ignore the rap circle!

"Since you are so conceited, let's listen to how you beat me this time!"

Click to play!

“Ave Maria grazia ricevuta per la mia famiglia…”

The song begins.

It's a prayer statement.

Subsequently.

It is the melodious sound of the violin, bringing out the meaning of darkness and sorrow.

The sound of the guitar played slowly under it.

The vocal chanting continues...

But the new god of rap listened to the beginning.

People are already stupid!

The pupils contracted suddenly.

There is a frightened luster shining inside!

He studied rap and singing in Yuan Province all the year round.

Naturally you can hear it.

This is also the language of Yuan Province!

It's just a dialect of a smaller branch!

Italian!

"Hail Mary, thank you for your gift to my family..."

He recalled the dialect at the beginning.

Trembling.

This is the beginning.

Not only does it refresh him.

Even to penetrate the soul!

"I do not believe!"

"You must be playing tricks!"

He gripped the headset tightly.

The voice is still praying.

After a blank stop shooting.

Soul-stimulating female singing, coupled with the performance of the string group.

The shock made his face hideous!

"……Amen."

The prayer is over.

Intense drumming.

The electric guitar played a piercing movement.

A soprano intersperses.

The prelude reveals the darkness and gloom.

Let the new god of rap sweat profusely!

"Rap is all about technique!"

"Instead of an instrumental arrangement!"

"No matter how good your intro is!"

"The rhythm is changed, the melody is monotonous, it still doesn't work!"

He gritted his teeth hard.

Don't admit defeat and keep listening!

But he couldn't help thinking that if he could cooperate with Huasha...

quickly!

Such a shameful thought!

Severely suppressed by him!

He didn't allow himself to act against the enemy!

He has his own dignity and pride!

In his world!

Never fail to join!

Only hard crushing!

But in the scream of the soprano.

The new god of rap showed a sense of fatigue all over his body!

And Sun Jing's singing.

Also accompanied by female voices!

coming!

……

Chapter 93 I have fallen into a kingdom where I cannot see sin, please forgive my conceit

The accompaniment is dark.

The clarinet cried out.

The drum kit below beats the urgency!

Sun Jing's tone was slightly arrogant.

Then it sounded:

"The cool morning dew wets the black dress,"

"The stone road is foggy, and my father is whispering."

"A sense of helplessness can only be more cruel,"

"Everything is for the road to the sanctuary..."

Singing like water drops.

The sound knocks people's souls.

That wind instrument that runs throughout in the background.

Pull out a sad background.

The new god of rap has long been sweating profusely.

Slowly dripping from the forehead.

Drenched back!

"What the hell! It's fucking hot!"

"It's a big night! Why is there such a big sun!"

He wiped the salty sweat off his arms.

Swearing.

The heart is beating wildly.

That is fear and shame!

Just listen to the prelude and the first few raps.

That kind of horror quality is like watching a well-made movie!

It directly crushed most of his pride!

"The prelude is okay!"

"It's stronger than me!"

"I'm not lying to anyone in the chorus!"

The New God of Rap clenched his fists.

The whole body tensed up suddenly.

And that headset.

Soliloquy with melody came!

"...each of us has sinned, in different ways,"

"I can decide who is right and who should sleep."

"Arguments cannot be settled in endless nights,"

"Shut your mouth, the only favor..."

The clarinet follows from beginning to end.

Like the whimper of a soliloquist!

More like the mourning of the soul!

But soon!

The melody changes again!

Sun Jing's singing tone is lighter!

"Bow down and kiss my left hand for the promise of forgiveness,"

"The old pipe organ is in the corner, always playing along."

"The black curtain is blown by the wind, and the sun penetrates wordlessly,"

"Spray on the beasts that I have tamed..."

The new god of rap at the moment.