[Verse 1]
I live in Los City
And if you're ready to know more I'll show you where it is
And if you want to avoid me don't don't come to my city
Ghetto neighborhood, young people in droves
Talk about money, money
But their troubles only pile up
I have to shake things up hotter
No need for a gunshot
Shoot the young clocks
Slap the friends, those who say they are on top
Here's what the 7th sense taught me
Live from my spites, without respite, put aside contempt, I understood
And pray that I get out alive
Walk with the wind as best I can often
I remember that the brothers trying to get by
Sometimes end up defeated and although the evil increases
The 7th sense is there, so it is necessary not that you put your hopes in a package
You have to know that the 7th sense in you, guy, you can make it
[Chorus]
The 7th sense, me leads, takes me to the end of my knowledge
I know my senses
Increases my strength tenfold, gives me such power
From my birth, I master my art with such ease
For your penance, I acquired the 7th sense
[Verse 2]
In the ghetto, the 7th sense is poorly exploited
br/>While other concrete don't have enough vein like Beto
So take the vice out of their case and what do you deduce from it?
A young man who walks around with a gun dies at the stroke of midnight
Sad to hear, sad truth, dark destiny
A guy who shoots another guy in the head ©this is esteemed
Today to be in the game you have to deal
And sell products that bring in money
Be the most vile, brothers covered in bullets
Who distinguish good from bad
They sell because they have the slab
And often end up under a slab
Test, acquired it, who do I owe it to? person
My mind resonates with me
Now I have good control over this whole area
The 7th sense is to make me more sensible, more sensitive
So as not to end up erased and to be the target of life
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
The 7th sense helps me not to break down, to be shattered
Rather be rich, to eat, have a de-blin Parka
Life, the whore son, lets more than one fall into these claws
Fighting to get out is become a necessary thing
I'm speaking to the brothers, who let themselves be dragged along
Dragged, meshed, end up bad seed
Who get eaten up by worries like gangrene
My guy you know that, I will be a great representative of true Hip Hop I fear it
I'll need some guts, it doesn't matter I'm a frank guy

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