Mirando al techo en el backstage
f#ckin’ rappers trying to test me, no olvide cual es mi place
Se llama rap en seco como boca de niño en (?)
Man, f#cking with nobody pueden quedarse la fame
Que el respect lo tengo yo en la lleca, en la plaza y el game (m#th*rf#ck*rs)
Firmo Tosan desde el veinte diez
A puro prensado, birra, vino, rap y Phillip 10
Pero eran cosas de pendejo, hoy en día bien me manejo
Por eso ya no me dejo llevar por la estupidez y hoy
No me como la cabeza, tengo la certeza
Que para que haya traición primero tiene que haber promesa
Por eso nunca me meto en esa
Antes que vivir del rap me tuve que poner a pensar como mierda llevar en pan a la mesa, es esa
Una cosa es querer triunfar
Y otra cosa es usar el rap de excusa pa’ no laburar
Homie, what the f#ck, la teca si hay que salirla a buscar
Por eso tengo un par de amigos que aprendieron a contar
Pero hoy toy’ bien, se que no puedo quejarme de na’
Solo del traica, del ortiva, del punga y la federal
Que siempre empaca en envidia la droga que va a generar
Otro sudaca en la silla, la soga y destino final, bua
The word is bond, the word is- f#ck that
Metete tus lagrimas en sobre destino diosito y mandale una carta
Hacerla de piola y jugarla callado y ganarse la tarta
Antes que andar en la mala, terminar en cana y rogar que los yo no te partan
Bars
Le deje el libro abierto ya saben donde buscar
El conocimiento es dentro un reflejo de tu fractal
El lenguaje muerto que (?) sabe escuchar
Suficiente de mi por hoy
Tu skill esta de adorno al igual que un T-Rex herbívoro
Se que tu destino lo defino yo
Estando callado doy que hablar, ventrílocuo
Ventrílocuo
Estando callado doy que hablar, ventrílocuo
Ventrílocuo
Estando callado doy que hablar, ventrílocuo
f#ck that
f#ck that
Shit
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Santoz – SKYLINE
Santoz – Outro
VENTRÍLOCUO Lyrics English
Looking at the ceiling on the backstage
f#ckin ‘Rappers Trying to Test Me, do not forget what my place is
It’s called dry rap as a child’s mouth in (?)
Man, f#cking with nobody can stay the FAME
That I have the respect in the Lleca, in the square and the game (m#th*rf#ck*rs)
Signalo cough since twenty ten
A pure pressed, Birra, Wine, Rap and Phillip 10
But they were stuff things, nowadays I handle me
That’s why I no longer let myself be carried away by stupidity and today
I do not like my head, I have the certainty
That so that there is betrayal must first have to be promise
That’s why I never get into that
Before living from rap I had to think how to f#ck on the table, it’s that
One thing is to want to triumph
And another thing is to use the Rap of excuse pa ‘not laburade
Homie, What The f#ck, teak if you have to go out to look for
That’s why I have a couple of friends who learned to tell
But today I Toy ‘Well, I know I can not complain about Na’
Only from the Traica, the ovict, of the Punga and the Federal
That always makes envy the drug that will generate
Another sudaca in the chair, the rope and final destination, Bua
The Word Is Bond, The Word Is- f#ck That
Get your tears in Didy Diosito and send a letter
Make it a piola and play it silent and win the cake
Before walking in the bad, end up in a cane and pray that I do not stop
BARS.
I leave the open book you know where to look
Knowledge is within a reflection of your fractal
The dead language that (?) Knows how to listen
Enough of me for today
Your skill is adornment just like a herbivorous T-rex
I know that your destiny I define it
Being silent I give to talk, ventriloco
Ventriloquist
Being silent I give to talk, ventriloco
Ventriloquist
Being silent I give to talk, ventriloco
f#ck That.
f#ck That.
Shit.
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Santoz Lyrics – VENTRÍLOCUO