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3 Amigos
Gino loved his music. He would make it on his laptop, he would record his vocals into it, and make sure that it's all back up.
Sitting in his room, making tunes on his ones, his Spaniard friend knocks on the door because she's shaking for a bong.
Gina was her name. She would buy weed from Gino every day before she started her shifts at work and became a slave.
Gino asks Gina if she would lay some Spanish down on a song that he'd been working on. What could go possibly wrong?
He calls his friend Rev over, who is a wizz on the guitar, with ginger locks like Dave Mustaine, and doesn't live very far.
Rev plays some gentle flamenco, for the first track that they start, and Gina sings along to it, I think this one is off the chart.
Gino comes in on the song, with some old school flavour rapping, between the 3 they develop something which is very far from scrapping.
After a month, they form a mixtape, hanging out in Gino's room, with the occasional knock at his door by weed feinding goons.
After a while, it turned more heavy, like rap rock or numetal. They were cooking something fresh up, without even a utencil.
Sitting in his room, making tunes on his ones, his Spaniard friend knocks on the door because she's shaking for a bong.
Gina was her name. She would buy weed from Gino every day before she started her shifts at work and became a slave.
Gino asks Gina if she would lay some Spanish down on a song that he'd been working on. What could go possibly wrong?
He calls his friend Rev over, who is a wizz on the guitar, with ginger locks like Dave Mustaine, and doesn't live very far.
Rev plays some gentle flamenco, for the first track that they start, and Gina sings along to it, I think this one is off the chart.
Gino comes in on the song, with some old school flavour rapping, between the 3 they develop something which is very far from scrapping.
After a month, they form a mixtape, hanging out in Gino's room, with the occasional knock at his door by weed feinding goons.
After a while, it turned more heavy, like rap rock or numetal. They were cooking something fresh up, without even a utencil.
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