ou, premiering microphone
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Sisi, you
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Feel it
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The 26 muses, ha
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Royal 70
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you
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My generation degenerates and does not generate a way
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to escape from those showbiz nights
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puterias, chilladeras, fajazones, crazy life that the drug
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pills and drinks cause
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too many clothes too little respect in my city
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there are no longer young people but walking objects
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capable of burying themselves, alive on a grave
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if they find out that in heaven god put another macumba for free
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He always collapses, every weekend he goes to my Havana
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heading to extinguish the human race
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of healthy mind no longer exists nor in the mind
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here nobody survives if they do not decide and lie
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rotten youth and wants it equally hurt
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and in the hands of crime and egocentrism dies
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no one wants anymore, the sincere ones have run out
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the best friends are killed by the chot of a foreigner
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grinder, mechanic, individualist
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mentalist, materialist, geoist
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here in my cute cuba things are different
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man's best friend is not the dog, but the tourist
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The view is heated by anyone who manufactures it |
and the factory, of values and values does not manufacture
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the bible of the street, carries a written law
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every bad action we do harms us
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damn intelligence, that force dominates us
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and makes us sell, even the love for pieces
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and look with double meaning at everything because betrayal is always dressed in gestures
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nobles
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and so we go, without control and without a head
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switching to nobility for moments and beers
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trampling on harmony like a grass
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and fucking in a hotel body where love is never a guest
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Instead of helping each other, we mock, we don't trust.
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we laugh and with destiny we remain dissatisfied
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we show, always an uncertain appearance to the world
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so that he himself accepts us and opens the door for us
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there is no turning back things are as they go men
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until the last minute it is not known who is who
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this does not advance well or reverse the cigar is missing
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that is why the Cuban crawls like a pestle
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Watching everything from my corner
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and thought about how beautiful everything was
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if people spoke with the heart
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but that is a problem that always gives me NS |
substitute, clear, divide, multiply
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add, subtract and did not give me my friend
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I came back, I started, I hurt it, I reviewed it
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and there is no answer not even taking the goat
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Let me inform you that anyone is an informer
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computer pimps diplomats gangsters
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cyber bosses super handsome students
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licensed jineteras business police
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even my dad who sounded the alarm at a party
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It's time to give maintenance to the soul
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Take the little bird easy, they cloned it
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and you have to hit it so they stop singing, didn't they tell you?
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there are the yumas, those who become yumas
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those who get high on anything they smoke
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massive drunkenness, viva cuba in note
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homeland, death, chipentres and waiter serve me another drink oh
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virgin compote forgive our sins
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I don't know why you are no longer, at the altar of the market
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you love our children and come to the earthly plane
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that they need you to play and to study amen
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e fo y fa el fi faith was gone and there is fo
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to death in the environment because one to another floor
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goodbye I left here what do I paint at this party |
no, I'm here, I already threatened a zocorro, I'll kill him, there's a god
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and that's normal but I don't get used to it
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I take another course I light up that is not my world
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I mean my world because I am exposed just like
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any day anyone for pleasure wants to give me
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and teacher I have a question
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because 99 percent of the youth want to leave Cuba
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he doesn't answer me because he gets caught up in fire
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and nothing less nothing is expelled from school
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something's wrong, something's wrong
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go something do, do go something
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this does not advance well or reverse the cigar is missing
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that is why the Cuban crawls like a pestle
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Watching everything from my corner
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and thought about how beautiful everything was
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if people spoke with the heart
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but that is a problem that always gives me NS
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substitute, clear, divide, multiply
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add, subtract and did not give me my friend
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I came back, I started, I hurt it, I reviewed it
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and there is no answer not even taking the goat
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you
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Sight
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We are not barking, playing the yumas
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We're making a revolution, with pen and paper
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The more they turn their backs on us, the more we raise our heads |
No one else is going to trample on the pride of Cuban rap
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Now there is no one to stop it, we are neither 1 nor 2
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The cabrios represent
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And don't waste your time analyzing this song
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That I am free to express, that is written in the constitution
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RAP RAP RAP RAP UNDERGROUND
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UNDERGROUND
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ROYAL 70 26 MUSES |