Imagino su body ante el calor de El Cairo
Pa’ escapar de la muerte ya no hay pretexto
Desvelados escribiendo.. esto ya no es sano
Robé el Hilfi-Galeon, sin entrar en Gringotts
Kid, todo lo que escribo es un Mal Presagio
Sienten el frío en el Pecho y no es el Mes de Junio
Levantar un Imperio, chico no es mi sueño
Hago girar tu cuello, y no soy un Demonio
Nada de lo que escribеn me parece sеrio
Lo realmente Empírico, sale del Cráneo
Liberé al Canario, Descubrí el Misterio
Pa mi Gente Real Love, 4 The Haters odio
Siempre hay Lyricistas sonando en mis Head-Phones
Escucho a gente muerta que no es de tu agrado
Me mira a los ojos me pone bellaco
Sabe que no puedo dormir si no estoy alado suyo
Vi a mi gente.. brillan sus dientes y no tienen brackets
El Pájaro contó mis secrets & lo volví Fried Chicken
Estamos Dripeando aceite fuera de Kentucky
Soñamos Explotar Paris, y no somos de I$I$
Chico, te faltan años de ponerle empeño
Ven la 10 de Romário, siempre detrás mío
Ilícitos que escribimos no salen en Radios
Salí de Fiorito con un Frasco y no me puse el Moño
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Discovery Lyrics English
I imagine his body before the heat of Cairo
Pa ‘escape from death there is no pretext
Unveiled by writing .. this is no longer healthy
I stole the HILFI-GALEON, without entering Gringotts
Kid, everything I write is a bad omen
They feel the cold on the chest and it is not the month of June
Raise an empire, boy is not my dream
I turn your neck, and I’m not a demon
Nothing of what they write seems to me Sierio
The really empirical, leaves the skull
I released the Canary, I discovered the mystery
Pa my people real love, 4 the hates hate
There are always lyricists ringing on my head-phones
I listen to dead people who are not from your liking
I look at my eyes puts me bellaco
He knows that I can not sleep if I’m not wanded up
I saw my people .. They shine their teeth and do not have brackets
The bird told my secrets & I came back Fried Chicken
We are driping oil outside of Kentucky
We dream to exploit Paris, and we are not $ i $
Chico, you lack years to put an effort
Come the 10 of Romario, always behind me
Ilicites that we write do not come out on radios
I left Fiorito with a jar and I did not put on my bow
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Joven Uppercut Lyrics – Discovery