| Pass the time ringtone python
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| And I'm more bastard
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| The last unemployed of my generation
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| I keep dancing
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| me with my neighborhood
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| chatter everywhere
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| Rest in peace all the left
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| you already know it
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| I'm going to reach them
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| just hold on
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| until they call me
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| Or until I get tired
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| We are still at the crime scene making bisnes
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| Fear does not exist
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| Nor why be sad
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| Ramon you already left
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| You didn't even tell me goodbye
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| there is no fart
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| Rubén and Miguel also left
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| They shot me, comrade, and they didn't hit me
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| I was a gang member
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| And lose kilos to the hill
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| And here you see me dancing without a job and with money
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| Cooler than high winter thick in ice
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| copper names
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| I continue even if I get stuck
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| Envelopes
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| where are you
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| If I hit the dance
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| Preventive they fell to my chante
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| And like the Parmel if I knew how to escape
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| That is it and if they got off the plane
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| strictly
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| Tog, Tog, Tog
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| It's me to action
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| the ration
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| in heat
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| That they call the SEMEFO
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| That with the Nezy and C-Kan we will leave dead
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| We are from the neighborhood
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| You didn't see what I
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| you didn't live like me
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| you didn't grow up where i
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| I'm from the neighborhood
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| You were not what I
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| you didn't learn like me
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| You don't come from where I
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| I'm from the neighborhood
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| Newspaper
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| opponents fall
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| Sirens sing in the neighborhood
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| Here death visits without schedule
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| Various
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| We are from the neighborhood
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| Welcome your terre de wars full hours
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| O terre they respect you
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| O terre they blow you up
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| The tranza spends finances and clients
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| Here the danger was made for the brave
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| I have already been in fights, shootings like few others
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| I already tried mota
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| Pingas, crico, coca and rock
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| They have already twisted me for the cross of the kids
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| I already lost homies because of the bullets
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| Let me shoot that they will give me with time and date
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| They have no words their promises are not made
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| I'm still standing from Guanas to Ciudad Guzmán
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| If he talks about Rap
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| And they ask for C-Kan
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| Today marijuana spits them out from the lobi
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| Rolando cushes, switches, fishes with the Togwy
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| You pass by the house, put fifth
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| That the dog and the lion are not like cheetahs
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| We are from the neighborhood
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| You didn't see what I
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| you didn't live like me
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| you didn't grow up where i
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| I'm from the neighborhood
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| You were not what I
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| you didn't learn like me
|
| You don't come from where I
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| I'm from the neighborhood
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| Newspaper
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| opponents fall
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| Sirens sing in the neighborhood
|
| Here death visits without schedule
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| Various
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| We are from the neighborhood |