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Let me explain one thing ..
every time you come here and interrupt me,
my concentration
then I get distracted and slow
long time to return to the thread cojer
Do you understand? (si)
Will you be able to understand it? (si)

well, why not start now
and stop fuc***?

[Porta]

On the presentations,
I'm changing your careto
with only listen on your handset
This quartet

I sound better than you!
I find the tickle (haha)
I have the same voice that Cristian
Porta screaming that!

I'm a character, my personal life aside,
it being clear that I am a groupie-uni-co in this art
I am a day-mante,
a Dante in your Legacy of crime
Springfield Griffind Steve called me and gives the same

It is rap, period, and no more, do not you understand?
that these voices are those
they make your hair stand on end
your relative

Tieto I like apple
Adam and Eve
you loose this rap
while .. me as a going
you play
until you play and win
for my eggs

Your a thing,
I lose a Pro
but never more proud

What have you done for me, I ask,
then, why the f*** you are always trying
get into my affairs?

I flow as long as a
countercurrent man
see-you know my humor
out of a hundred

The threats by phone send
I do not believe them
now you're going to rapper
that of a hair do not give mc

Bazzel Chus and give you an overview,
step not leave you alone
until the last drop fills the glass

Here with my brothers step
already gilipolleses
that each one that arrives
it deserves

Stop thinking about me
bah lie!
need not be that
showing off who was strip

Watch me in the eyes
which you will be your turn,
I win I'm Porta,
the next he asks me to sing

Bazzel: Put in your life Bazzel
(uh, like, what?)
Bazzel: Put in your life Bazzel
(haha)
Porta: What the hell is a Bazzel ostia!
Chus: My God, that it's this Bazzel, is it a pizza?
Bazzel: A pizza with cheese Bazzel
Chus: What?
Chus: Ah I see eh
Naiara: No not a child
Chus: Sir, I want a leading Bazzel all,
lettuce, vegetables of all, Thanks

[Bazzel]
How much shit you talk
pun with that face,
nobody knows the taste of my pop
better than you

And you better learn
less fear that the feet
when shooting

Your rap is worse than that of ..
(Ssh)
No offense, every time you sleep

Pa'cá Disparame bedroom wing by
be so good,
if it is beyond me someday
in a two-clap your girlfriend could be mine

And if I do but love themes
is for you,
mongol, that you will not stop scratching piva
with you my email

I applaud my tits,
a cunt who smokes dope
I made the smoke in his face
when you eat the hills

And you want to have what I have,
a pair of balls
my songs and say what I think

Your DJ has no fingers, has formillas,
you're a whale
and your girlfriend feel sorry
even when makeup

Ration with Pop-Corn Popcorn
You've come zetas fan
and watching a video that hang your mother
touching the tits ..

Naiara: Bazzel me sick uncle

[Bazzel]

Sorry aunt,
not be so cold
are the six o'clock
and I thought only assholes
and aunts nude
my room without a shirt

A straw so I lift
the soul!
For this time only me up
the Albornoss when I spliced

Did you put my voice? (Naah)
Your girlfriend imitates me? (Noo)
And it is clear that stain
that crosses your panties?

This is my first assault
and you give breaks in the bedroom
after listening
Your fingers smell sticks Pescanova

Chus: Here radio chus,
black radio is listening
050-058 fm is the station
Follow me,
Every morning now as a guest
We have a Porta, Bazzel,
Clodotos and Naiara ..
How you are guys?

Porta: alright, alright, alright, alright
Naiara: Well, well, the rea
(uuuuh) (Mandyyy!)
Chus: Because everyone knows that .. Chus
ie .. I am ..

[Chus]

The dearest MC,
for its class and style,
the model best model this year
Random Hearts''''

I refining, decided and acted with Sijil,
my rap improvement
falls asleep while yours,
stay up
because they can not against my

We speak of the best MC
since decided that the best was here

Each sentence I write
Decompose MCs,
Write a new theme!
groupies come and put you

Sorry,
MC's, packages, young,
rhyme is easy
when they write everything on paper

Being known is fun,
Why should I lie?
(Do we a photo?) Yes!
(Ah said if!)

I have my life outside of rap
yet I live in
''My rap is like yours''
You think? Sorry
Tell me how many times I have to say now,
with rap was born, worked,
and I feel this!

That's what makes
I break out from the rest
I'm a crack in rap
and a God in basketball

He-who-might sound something believed;
know that is true,
but he do not be offended (not!)

What is my class,
for you any unknown
Are you clear?
Period! Is your party

(You have talent but you get bored)
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