Phonk Fusion Montagem Era

[Intro] [Verse 1] Dark beats pulsing, shadows ignite, Montagem whispers through the neon night. Xonda’s rhythm, a distorted cry, Bassline trembles, touch the sky. “Não era amor,” the echoes repeat, A broken vow, a phantom b**t. Synthetic hearts in a Latin haze, Phonk flames burn in the maze. [Chorus] Mix the shadows, blend the pain, No era amor, just a digital chain. Montagem’s ghost in the speakers roar, Brazilian bass, we dance for more. [Verse 2] 808s crashing, the crowd’s hypnotized, Lights flash crimson, truth disguised. “Solta o som!”—the DJ screams, Latin trap drips in midnight dreams. Fog machines c***e, the memories fade, Love’s illusion, a serenade. Phonk distortion, a shattered mirror, Dance alone—no one hears her. [Bridge] Echoes of Xonda, a fractured rhyme, Tempo accelerates, we’re out of time. No era amor, just the b**t’s embrace, A synthetic world we can’t erase. [Outro]