Much, cheap, a guato paôrato
As long as you contain your laughter at
El vato, but never stop the rage
Of a duck, walk through the streets
br/>Tirándole al chato, Almost always
Chingo, I'm from Flor de LinGo
Guadalupe linda, homies Flor de
LinGo, tinder-tinder pingo, never me
I resign, we are what's left, you know
I distinguish it, Chucho, Renato, it thunders
The device, we didn't learn it, we bring it inhato, a lot of Mexican
Tremendous device, it never gives you
Change because it comes exactly
Inhale, everything starts from nothing, like
If you had a kilo, salad
You turn on, turn on, pass the
Current, to see what happens here
In my mind. Singo the chaos to me
It's okay to accept yourself, I give what I receive
And I'm not going to wait for it to rise
The wick to my head, I don't know what
You expect , it's not what it seems, You
No-more pass it to me, and the blowout will be
Arm well bastard, feel the rhythm
Pass me the match, I know that
He can stick his fang into it
I anxiously wait for the moment to come
Don't stop, let's join the
Movement, never again turn around a
Side on seat, a footprint remains
Marked on the pavement, I didn't notice
I don't realize what I'm breathing, they are looks
Short on the challenge, they are-they
Divo, raise my ego, lights, actions
From an empty room. A lot of shrink
My homies what's left, strong
Visions and rites await, they come
Smoking from the roof, they continue
Rolling down the stairs
They are-they are divo, raise my ego

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