Tangotalk

[Verse 1] You got a cramp in your finger, as usual You had already taken a long time to get the copper Let the fire light up, for me you are pure show-off Getting it out and not pulling it is only done by cowards Bark, bark at him, nephew Just when he barks, remember where he came from “Godfather, godfather, show me the way I rap for his songs,” you said in the dressing room Fu*king crystalline man, you got lost in the madness With one verse I’ll eliminate you, and by the way, your entire gang And let whoever wants to jump on him, whoever wants to gain fame Because in a tiradera, no one can beat the Tyrant Sure the nut sucks, proven, the pig sucks And the deer has already sucked, but no problem, he sucks again I don’t even know the others, pure rapper ball Turn it over to the consortium, you turned out grasshopper [Proverb] If you’re going to light the candle, let it light it right away, man I’m going to sew your mouth with your ass like the human centipede I’m sorry, but today is not your day, dude And where are Those who were looking for me? I don’t think they’ll come Tell me where and when and I’ll save you the trouble Let the riot begin, you know I’ve got a loose chain They’re getting bigger Stupid guys with a superiority complex I turn them off easily like bachas They don’t last a round, I don’t know whether to laugh or cry I hope they find me And if they take it out, it’s better that they don’t fail Because the codes I bring are from the street From the pure street, it’s better that they keep quiet or things could go very badly for them [Verse 2] In the end, s*it always comes out The neighborhood doesn’t forget, it remembers everything Whatever you do, your career is already dead There’s no honor in a soldier who deserts Better wake up from your stupid fantasy, carnal If not, this is going to end behind bars or at a funeral So many years have passed and you don’t accept that you’re wrong Pure acting, there’s no humility, it’s the effects of the glass Damn kid, you know that I’m calm But you crossed the line and today I annihilate you Quesque carries a knife, but they are no longer sharp Compa, no, no, no, no, no, they don’t give me the kilo If they are all my pupils, they want to copy my style They line up, I don’t line them up, with this flow I shoot them With my clique I mutilate them, in the truck I pile them up And even if you sleep with your parents, you won’t be calm You won’t be calm anymore You won’t be calm, you won’t be calm anymore Very damn with Gera, and when you ran into me You froze, you looked like a mannequin That you are the new pupil of the one who let me die I hope he gives you a break, that you have to write to him [Proverb] When you walk through the concrete jungle Get well, trout, open your eyes very well I’ve already lasted 31 years in this And here we are, compa, batteries and one hundred percent Since morrillo for those who sea