Yes, I've hung around, I've loitered, the good Lord has guided me
The team, sorry, it's become ruthless
A bit of Honey Jack to excite me
Rear wheel there's no brakes, I hit in the city
They sell shit in slices, and the amnesia
You're the one playing the pimp in the end you want to bring back
My friends told me "you've got trouble, I'm going
At worst I put a mask under the AGV helmet"
It's Jul-A.L.O.N live from Puenta
It's for the brothers who put the engine in gear
Normal, for the old timers
For those in need who roam with the thing
That it speaks in treachery there are guys like that
That there are only hit and runs that's concrete
That it wants to show off there are guys like that
That there's only hatred and vice that's concrete

That it gets ingrained
That it scratches all night
The devils of boredom
It causes big pains
From Baumettes to Luynes
And I ponder, the more I smoke, the more I forget

Tracksuit in the club, normal
It burgles, it steals, normal
It walks around loaded, normal
I smoke my drugs, normal
In case of pursuit, normal
I hide the plate, normal
Pair of Oakley, normal
It robs without a hood, normal

Raptor, hardcore
Am I wrong? You're dead
The night full of thos-my
It talks and just sleeps
Determined, on my father
We temper or we bury you
Joint, personal, motorcycle, hasta luego
Civilians, patrols, arah, the body
At the visiting room, at the counter
In a hood, in trouble
In Nanterre, at Pontet
And in business, you're going to pay
1-3, the plate brother
On Pépé, there's plenty to do

That it gets ingrained
That it scratches all night
The devils of boredom
It causes big pains
From Baumettes to Luynes
And I ponder, the more I smoke, the more I forget

Tracksuit in the club, normal
It burgles, it steals, normal
It walks around loaded, normal
I smoke my drugs, normal
In case of pursuit, normal
I hide the plate, normal
Pair of Oakley, normal
It robs without a hood, normal

Brother you're too weird
I'm moving to Ibiza
Pass me a Rizla
She's good, break her
I see that you're staring
Blow up the toll
It's Jul-Alonzo in the turn

Brother you're too weird
I'm moving to Ibiza
Pass me a Rizla
She's good, break her
I see that you're staring
Blow up the toll
It's Jul-Alonzo in the turn

There are those who rob, rob, rob
There are those who steal, steal, steal
It pulls out the clamp, clamp, clamp
It fucks the anti-theft, theft, theft
I represent the misery, sère, sère
In ZX 10R, 10R, 10R
Too many weird friends, zarres, zarres
Or is it me who's tight, tight, tight

That it gets ingrained
That it scratches all night
The devils of boredom
It causes big pains
From Baumettes to Luynes
And I ponder, the more I smoke, the more I forget

That it gets ingrained
That it scratches all night
The devils of boredom
It causes big pains
From Baumettes to Luynes
And I ponder, the more I smoke, the more I forget

Tracksuit in the club, normal
It burgles, it steals, normal
It walks around loaded, normal
I smoke my drugs, normal
In case of pursuit, normal
I hide the plate, normal
Pair of Oakley, normal
It robs without a hood, normal

Normal, normal
Normal, normal
Normal, normal
Normal, normal

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