LEARN LYRICS

Hey yo', ja
It's Trueno, bro'
With Biza
Volume 2
They know it gets crazy if my voice appears (prra)
The f*ckin' boss
Hey, hmm (prra)
I walk the doggies rolling some flowers
I go with the older younger ones
We arrive, we burn, we eat, we sing
We leave the party like it’s nothing
You, it’s not real
They only shoot in GTA
They feel wild with the songs I make
If nobody knows them, play over there, hmm
I keep my style tight but it slips away
But it slips away, hmm, ah, yeah
A separate point in society
A little saint now not so much, ma'
Year 2007, your crew in diapers, I in Comuna 4, ma'
Lost, hmm, from so much flash
Sleeping from so much hash
Hurt counting cash, ey, nigga
They think I can't take it, ja (ja)
I have his girl all craving (all craving)
They respect me for my humility
Better to talk little than talk too much (prrra)
Businessmen with ties, with me-me-me no
I want that shorty with me, so I no longer live with my pain
Fresh, mint, hmm, my face goes in slow motion
The one who lives it doesn’t tell it, shit
I always walk with my head upside down for the money
It's four toys without a story
Heavy vibes in the neighborhood for the money
(You took advantage) Sorry
New motherf*ckin' shit is coming
We won't do anything to you, don't worry (ey)
So much smoke that the lobby is on fire (ey)
So much weed that they called the cops (the cops), the cops (the cops)
Again I'm loading and they don't call me Diego (How?)
La Boca is on fire (prrra)
I was raised by Peligro, I'm not afraid of them (with Biza I go)
If this year I don't blow up, see you, a kiss
Like Biza knows much more about that
Like Biza, like the vis a vis, warns about all my verses
And I'm with the brodies, ey, hmm (ey)
With the older younger ones (ey)
We arrive, we burn, we eat, we sing (ey)
And we leave the party like it’s nothing (prrra)
You, it’s not real (no, no)
They only shoot in GTA (no, no)
You feel wild with the songs I make
Play over there, play over there
Mom, I keep my style tight but it slips away
But it slips away, hmm, ah, yeah
A separate point in society, hmm
A little saint now not so much, ma'
Year 2007, your crew in diapers, I in Comuna 4, ma'
Prrra
Biza and Trueno (Trueno)
Hey, if Trueno warns you, good
I’m his great-grandfather, haha
Pff, see you
Bizarrap