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I remember walking through the streets of the neighborhoods
Being pointed out everything is tattooed does not work and is a lazy
Of course I work and I started from the bottom
Writing down in my notebook what life brought me
It would be easy for me to write about amazing rhymes
Presume that I have a flow that conquers goddesses
That I am the best mc
Of course to chili that's a piece of cake
Those ski rhymes I throw them in a churro to laugh next to my friends
For there to be peace there must first be war
I hope you have been clear before opening the snout snout son of a bitch
I had to give it very hard to sit on this throne.
And I'm going to defend it with my life with my rhymes.
And with which he spits lead
The pain of the microphone is in the lies
Bleeding wounds that lead guesses who was lying
The pain of the microphone is in the lies
Bleeding wounds that lead guesses who was lying
From a united family but with a wounded soul
I just want to leave my little girl insured
That he does not lack anything else I no longer care
I defend what I have as the narcos to their drugs
When something is taken away from you, it's because you don't defend it.
If this is all I have I don't know if you understand me
That it will not be very easy to hand it over to you
Before that happens you have to knock the drool down
And to all those who are always at the forefront
Those dogs that don't bark only bite
You see me and think it's pure fantasy
And flying you azorrillas
The pain of the microphone is in the lies
Bleeding wounds that lead guesses who was lying
The pain of the microphone is in the lies
Bleeding wounds that lead guesses who was lying
Fortunately I defend what I have to death
You don't get to where I'm being a coward
I learned it from my carnal from my parents
And the whole family that supports me on the streets
If you don't know me you shut me up
Don't cross the fence, I have plenty of guts
And everyone you see around me
They are the ones who do not know how to leave with failures
If I'm where I am, it's for a reason.
And for something I am worth what I am worth and yet they continue to doubt it.
And I'm hoping that any asshole wants to check it out.
Here comes the one who wants my pride
It doesn't end even when it dies (aha)
Better walk carefully I do not plan to stop
Until I achieve what I have dreamed of
The pain of the microphone is in the lies
Bleed the wounds that lead guesses who was lying
The pain of the microphone is in the lies
Bleeding wounds that lead guesses who was lying
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