The one with the cake, do you remember?, the one with the combo
The one who told you to come, kill that little pig
Get the 40, go crazy
But how I suffered when they killed Vito.
Let's go kill him, he said, I won't let you go
Get the 40, go crazy
But at night
I asked my Christ
Lord, please, take care to my little brother.
You are the artist of the moment you are the fashion everyone wants to take your steps!!
But you feel alone!!
You are a clown!!
Behind a girl , from a bm, from a house hide your failure!!
And you are still empty!!
You are a clown!!
You believe in terror, controlling everything with balaso
But beware Be careful, friends are scarce
They tell you that they love you and they give you a hug
And when you turn your back they fill you with lead.
And your children are left alone and don't even pay attention to you
Your wife is delivered to your friend's arms
And the new daddy fills your children with songs
And they already buried you, you were a clown.
You are the artist of the moment, you are the fashion everyone wants to take your steps!!
But you feel alone!!
You are a clown!!
Behind a girl, a bm, a house hide your failure!!
And you are still empty!!
You are a clown!!
I was the clown who said that life was a cure
That you should fuck the girls and that you would do mischief to her
But at night I asked the God of height
Lord, take care of my daughter, that she stay pure.
And I told you to go ahead with the dark palos 90 had a combo of 70
He had 40 friends, and a violent fame
Neither the combo nor the money, he avoids pain
Today he is in prison and no one visits him.
Cousins u200bu200bwho kill each other, like Benji and Lelo
Criansa brothers, like Black and Raelo
You are not untouchable, today it can be you
I remember my brother, Tito Bolondru
The street gives you wings , you think you're flying
The devil and death, giving you money
You give your life and everything in the street
And you end up dead like Israel 'e Manuela.
That never They catch you, that's a myth
The devil uses you to commit the crime
After they kill you, no one remembers you
I still cry for my brother Vito
As a pichile, Juan de dio, goldo pitel and fin >

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