Rait rait
ther some in neucho to dad riat lest go riat
go esteti has do riat
lost the happy me
rui dont f on
enroo f on
three f ona
the more on ok
snoop dog
one an nike bye my life
one a rait to the kepa
ispaños soldiers walking streets the rhymes about life teaching
deep down I keep hope
wanting to bury myself that everything reaches a greater fortune aside from
Clan Hueso Duro In my streets so many people
first I acquire musical power
to then take a leader
things have an order
I don't even have much money for a biker
what I know is that I would be without victory
the same day of my death
rebellious people sout rait matt
from the criminal musical poster
The acts of my life are not paid with honors
the street was the great Buddha who rubbed his acdomen
granted me my wish of being big in alleys
of earning a living regardless of my uniform
it is the largest company where the rich are a tester
where they give their money and I manage it
smoking the loot drinking my winnings
the public cheered when I took out vinansas
defending the honors of some dogs without balls
who looked for me to calm many of their fears
being big on the street will never recover life
the one who was ultimaton and belonged to the big league
is not the man who stalked and was just a big waste
hey mothers, you were not the ones to blame
that your children will be scolded for believing they are big bad guys
don't rake the floor and after that
I don't know if it was an occupation and let your family cry for it
because before that I declared myself cursed
Symbol To the fact that my life is consumed in one night
I am still alive and without anyone to reproach
known on the street with respect to the one I enjoy
even if I only sing a few diaz de rose
the Life has taught me that it is difficult to stay alive
members who have fallen because of being involved in criminals
others of us are here always very latent
respect for the strays who don't know what they smoke to get drunk
At some point I pass by that patch
crow of the night that they make if you wait
illusions that remain hanging in the window
it is a secret to no one that that boy is already dead
agites no problems
always my reserve
it is a mystery to no one that that is a mystery
that that boy has already
grown up
now he carries a gun
and he doesn't have compassion
his mind that is rebellious
car co frut spend flow
do not choose the flow
not fast either
the rules of the street
do not change
br/>when they have failed
their lives are condemned
the actions of men
always have consequences
you have to be intelligent to be able to survive
in this business It's my turn
addicted to the street and always been
with a lot of respect and work
opening the way for the street boy

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