| Look what a thing, more beautiful and tasty
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| Latin rap and in Andalusian…
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| I open my mouth with the intention of following the story
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| And for you,"for" you, my prose
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| Come today I sing from my heart to you
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| It's okay my friend from pretending so much
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| Latin and Andalusian rap, all mixed"so that you can gosses it…
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| A true story that tells...
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| A pretty, pretty, smart, humble, hard-working girl
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| Like her friends of hers, she liked to party
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| In the square or on the lot, until late hours
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| Seventeen springs, her skin, brown
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| brunette… earth color
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| It draws attention, poor Maria;
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| When she danced this plenayo I would die...
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| It was summer, the square was full
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| All Cubans with art partying
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| At the rhythm of a guaguanco, look tasty
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| Hot and horny, I fuck myself
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| There goes Maria, she goes out on the track
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| In the background a boy can't take his eyes off her
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| She looks at it while she dances it without dispossession
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| After a while he he he approaches her
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| And she whispers something in his ear
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| She doesn't finish dancing
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| And she's already gone, the party continues, but it's already different
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| That night something happened, she shows it, you smell it in the environment...
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| Today I bring you the legend…
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| The secret of Maria that nobody knows
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| Today I bring you the legend…
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| You will finally know the story, dark story
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| Today I bring you the legend…
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| The secret of Maria that nobody knows
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| Today I bring you the legend…
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| That was forged in Havana, listen to my corduroy!
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| HEY, look what a thing, more beautiful and tasty
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| Latin rap and in Andalusian…
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| I open my mouth with the intention of following my story
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| And for you,"for" you, my prose
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| Come today I sing from my heart to you
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| It's okay my friend from pretending so much
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| Latin and Andalusian rap, all mixed
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| “pa” that you “gose” it…
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| It is day, six in the morning, it opens its great
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| And green eyes Maria
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| Thirty-five degrees, but she's cold
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| She can't even eat, her hands are shaking
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| Like every day, directly to the malecom, there
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| Work cleaning the station
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| Today passing through her neighborhood (CAYO HUESO)
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| Not a compliment, they no longer throw kisses at him
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| Her surprise is reflected on her face
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| The station is not clean and is closed
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| Outside at the gate, a piece of paper stuck
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| Sorry for the inconvenience, closed due to death
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| The boy that last night at the party
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| He was in love with the girl
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| Little more than four months and the odd day
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| He was blind, driven by rage
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| In the middle of the night, I heard him shout:
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| "O MIA O NOBODY MARIA!"
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| She doesn't understand anything, poor Maria
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| She still doesn't know that she was MURDERED...
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| Today I bring you the legend…
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| The secret of Maria that nobody knows
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| Today I bring you the legend…
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| You will finally know the story, dark story
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| Today I bring you the legend…
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| The secret of Maria that nobody knows
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| Today I bring you the legend…
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| That was forged in Havana, listen to my corduroy!(2) |