chorus
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Because of your attitude, you sought a revolution
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and a monkey
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by gillarte de frontú
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Your friends left you pullú
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For 'tarle giving to the bamboo
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You can end up like Mambrú
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And listen to him
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listen to me don't be gillú
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Don't try to bring me the trick like Trucutu
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As much as you are a lolu pants
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They can reach the blún and they will make you a capicu
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repeat
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This is for the killas
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Those who never line up
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And they carry dynamite inside their backpack
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That they go searching, shaking and putting batteries
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For those who scare and threaten like gorillas
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That they are not afraid of Zilla
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Those who come back and can not leave the gun alone
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They have been looking for the Güira
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And many times they do not know if their enemy is the one they are shooting at
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And they can rim the one who finds it
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The enemy presents himself to you and gets you more than the Wind
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If I aim for your temple and it blows your mind
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Or shoot you in the back and out the front
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Before hitting the pedals, and at Christmas
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Your children will not have a country to give them
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Because the street ills fall on anyone |
Because the streets are not the same
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chorus
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The drumming is already heard
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The worst meter
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this is very ugly
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Right now you can hear the shooting
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And do not think that this is by lottery
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Anyone dies once with the trigger put the finger
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«Pra, Pra, Pra, Pra\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\"killing him
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"Pa, Pa\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\" finishing it off
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«Prrrrrrr\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\"assuring us
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They are looking for the boat and they are also throwing us
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The one you know with his hombo feeding us
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Let's go explaining it today having a party
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It was believed that he was going to get away with it and he lost the bet
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They shackled him out the door
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And now it is a rooster that has no life, without feathers or crest
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And now it stinks only of lead
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And his wife kept a puppy from Aaron Mobo's
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The clock is turning
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But the thugs get their revenge hanging around whenever I peek
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chorus
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He is looking for you with his mask
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how it attacks
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If he catches you, he knocks you down, the mask will catch you
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If you get up fight back
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A chasaca crushes you and the other guy blames it
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They're going to shake you like a maraca, they're going to devastate you, they're going to crush you |
They will sow you as a seed
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What does it matter if there is no pastor who can pray to you
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What matters is that he does not have an eardrum and can sing to you
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To abuse what surrounds you
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When it roams when it happens to you alone and it doesn't fuck you
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Knowing that the Lord saves you from whatever
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They never ask you coming against the tide
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You were leaving your house and they were looking at you
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Making sure they weren't watching you
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In a minute you were coming back and what happened, what? |
your?
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they took the candro
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chorus x2 |