LEARN LYRICS

Call the guys

I'm called, summoned, I'm connected

And it's proven, here comes that one

'Who wasn't called'

It ignites, the flame rises, fire in the joint

A bum calls, thinking she's a lady

She calls a rich guy

A rich guy calls money, and money calls fame

Fame calls an apartment in the Copacabana Hotel

Insane mind, lights, flash, an arrow to your face

And they called you to get you into trouble

What a screw-up, but don't swarm, maybe call me

If they make waves, we make a Tsunami

Don't be fooled, don't complain, on the mat is where it's at

When the good stuff appears, they won't call you

Things get crazy, then everyone gets you involved

'Call the crazy guys from CONE, they'll fix it'

Call Rany and Cert to chill with a bong hit

Call Batoré to smoke some imported stuff

Life charges and doesn't allow you to live in failure

Call Papatinho, a man who works

The rhyme that shatters the faces of the scoundrels

Call Maomé if you're calling for a battle

And call Cert, Ari, Papato, Batora and Maomé

And call Cert, Ari, Papato, Batora and Maomé

And tell everyone to call their friends

And tell everyone to call their friends

Some guys have Blackberries

Other dudes have Yogoberry

I don't crave Blueberry, drinking my Bloody Mary

After dropping the series, bonged in the morning

I'll be too old to not grow up, like Peter Pan

So get me out of Neverland, try and you'll see

If a girl can do it, I'll end up in Bob's World

He's fantastic, I'm agile with girls like soap

Don't try to hold me, I won't slip from your hand

Bent down, touched the ground, became a little vulnerable

I want the short ones, easy to handle, malleable

Ca-call, call the guys, because now it's Rap time

Bring the joints, leave the girls at home, otherwise there'll be stress

And I'm already tired of this, I don't have the patience for arguments

Just brothers, just the space of the room for the sound

Session of talent, the mentally ill show their unique flow

Call everyone, little bro, call the guys

Call the guys, man

And throw the meat on the grill

Call your friends and have a party at my place

Call the smoke, lighting, stage, to make some music

Don't forget the good joint, ask the waiter for the bottles

Call for pool, beer and weed and also the crazy girls

Call for cinnamon for the cops who dry out my fruit's "gleglen"

Call with faith, everyone who wants to call the women

Seriously, man, this is to call whoever you want

Ahhh, and there are only crazy people from the neighborhood in this room

The crazy guys are releasing a piece, some just 1/4

For some, it makes no sense

For others, it's more than clear

I just want my girl

A shot and another puff

And call Cert, Ari, Papato, Batora and Maomé

Call 2D, 51, Topre and Zarceh

And tell everyone to call their friends

And for these friends

To call more friends

I also want what's good

I enter the stage with my right foot

To see if everything works out and this brings in some money

Clean, without schemes, without trouble, jail, handcuffs

Today I don't even want to talk about it

Because that calls for trouble

So, only call family, the Diretoria

Don't call snitches because they call the police

Since it's just weed, Rap, and beer on the tracks

To keep this flame alive

Call the guys!

And call Cert, Ari, Papato, Batora and Maomé

And call Cert, Ari, Papato, Batora and Maomé

And tell everyone to call their friends

And tell everyone to call their friends

Call the guys from the street, it's the dawn crew

For the old ladies in the condo, my head has nothing

Withered and wrinkled witch, hanging on the balcony

To escort my comrades starting a smoke session

The arrests are my feet, I run at 210

I follow the flow in jazz, rhyming for my loyal ones

Someone wants to see you down, prevents you from even wearing dreads

But there are no nerds here

Obeying whoever asks

In my corner, 'chilling'

With plans for New Year's Eve

Bonging all the 'tapon'

Gordinho brought the brown

Just waiting for another blackout, rascals committing fraud

Whoever is driving an Audi

Never took a bucket bath

So let's hit hard, my crew comes like the FARC

I die and come back like 2Pac, I'll call my man Isak

So the word is out, everyone here is invited

You can call the resentful ones, but give them the wrong address

And call Cert, Ari, Papato, Batora and Maomé

And call Cert, Ari, Papato, Batora and Maomé

And tell everyone to call their friends

And tell everyone to call their friends

And call Cert, Ari, Papato, Batora and Maomé

And call Cert, Ari, Papato, Batora and Maomé

And call Cert, Ari, Papato, Batora and Maomé

And who? It's Rany Money!

And call Cert, Ari, Papato, Batora and Maomé

And call Cert, Ari, Papato, Batora and Maomé

And call Cert, Ari, Papato, Batora and Maomé

And who? It's Rany Money!

And who? It's Rany Money!