Oh, poor 'stu Colorad
Oh, and we run 'a cuoll

But can you only talk about the king, the king, and five in the morning?
Hogan interactive, let's change this little package (ah)
But what am I saying? I immediately go to these guys
Refuse energy, confused who was me (yes)
Certainly not the bad MC on every monthly
They consider us iron, touch the tonsils, we are not
We have vases inside the vats, and kilos of hash and Kalash (prraah)
Vulgar and classy
It's another galaxy
And just to test you, bro
To test you alone? Don't try (no)
The band enters the bank without a bandana
The marshal in the attic without a warrant
While I hold the glass for the older ones
If it's not Ferrari bubbles, maybe it's Campari and gin (yes)
It seems to me that your partner is making quite a few rounds
And getting pregnant for a couple of rich guys (ah ah)
Go close and convince yourself that it's like I say

Rawer than a movie, a Rottweiler tearing apart a Pit
The dog that snaps at the click for the snitch who makes the business run away
Envy makes you burst (yes), I wear many necklaces because I like to rattle (din din)
Two joints of weed and they don't make one good charas
Two women together and they don't make one real woman
On the Nokia, speak clean, noises in the transistors
Atmospheric agents interfering
Cops with more gadgets than Inspector Gadget
They tie up a guy who makes more bases than Joe DiMaggio
Another swipes the card, big hit
She bends over a big hit like the Gaza Strip
After a lick of C, he fails, swipe home
She finds another who entertains her and that's the way it is
Survival and Gescal mentality
I nod my head yes yes

Oh beautiful, come and I'll give it to you
Don't talk to me about the street
Beretta at the groin, and give me a five extract
If you're strangers to the facts, the clans give evictions
"Shut up", but what did this one say?
I don't know but it sounds infamous
Oh beautiful, come and I'll give it to you
Don't talk to me about the street
Beretta at the groin, and give me a five extract
If you're strangers to the facts, the clans give evictions
"Shut up", but what did this one say?
I don't know but it sounds infamous

Don't talk to me about the street
Hey, I'm going to give you a couple of details
The street of your clothes doesn't walk on the street
Shut up
Don't lower your voice, don't lower it, shut up
I have swollen balls
From walking the street so much
If I go out to look for you, you'll die when I find you
You're looking for me to sting you and detail your body
I give you your little time so you can sometimes practice
When you go to throw at me, pigeon, never fail me
Because I'm 26 and 23 lived on the street
I'm the son of a bitch who makes you faint
Then you realize that
It was to shut you up, that detail
Armed to the teeth until
The moment I find you
I look for you in all the blocks, all the squares
All the corners, all the points, and all the streets
So don't talk to me about the street, because I was born, grew up
And still live on the street

And our kids at school draw trees and pistols
Under the tree and pistols, they desert school
And those boys in the clubs always in pairs
With knives under the pad, bypassing security
Do you want to reason with me?
And know the blades under the armpits
Shoot into the air or into the sea, give the golf into the Red Sea
You did a month in jail for a piece of smoke
But when you got out, you became a church boy
I don't come from the financial capital but from the capital
Of funerals that capital filters
With little money and many phrases
We cut the armpits that come out
Double entry and what money
We buy houses
And you stab each other with pencils
Faces not convinced in the videos, unfortunately it's democracy
After those who die for me, all with rap in the middle of the street
Brother, I ask you a favor, don't talk to me about the street

Oh beautiful, come and I'll give it to you
Don't talk to me about the street
Beretta at the groin, and give me a five extract
If you're strangers to the facts, the clans give evictions
"Shut up", but what did this one say?
I don't know but it sounds infamous
Oh beautiful, come and I'll give it to you
Don't talk to me about the street
Beretta at the groin, and give me a five extract
If you're strangers to the facts, the clans give evictions
"Shut up", but what did this one say?
I don't know but it sounds infamous

On the microphone, an 'Ntò
Directly from the streets of Marianell, Naples
On the microphone, red
Marracash
Directly from the streets of Barona, Milan
On the microphone, three
El Koyote
Directly from the streets of Santo Domingo uh
On the microphone, four Luchè (eh)
Directly from the streets of Marianell, Naples

Co'Sang

Don't talk to me about the street, don't talk to me about the street, don't talk to me about the street
Don't talk to me about the street, don't talk to me about the street, don't talk to me about the street
Don't talk to me about the street, don't talk to me about the street

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