A Rap I did is something that is very serious
Revenge and justice are dominating the roads
I run away from the lies maquiada
He is this guy
You have a wound that time does not heal, in the Sahara desert
Faith gives birth to the bean!
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Revenge and justice are dominating the roads
I run away from the lies maquiada
He is this guy
You have a wound that time does not heal, in the Sahara desert
Faith gives birth to the bean!
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Both a heart corrupted,
Hard to take the risk not to have time wasted
One who steals a suit, is also a crook
Don't make the most of the people involved
That time is gone, brother
This is where the clock is not to make you wait!
Fuck that, it waits for no man
Without the rap, and the reason it does not exist
For this reason, the resistance of resist, persists
It's sad, the script of the film, the national
Multi-tape album birita multiple signal
The methods of poison, deadly
Let's see who is who in the end!
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Switched to the beliefs and rumors of something in return
The shot, of course, police are evil, and justice, and to kill, but
My hope is not hung herself
And I'm going to talk about the what, who, and if I did's wrong
And for those who govern the state, it's all good
Someone to trust at such times his uncle
Uncertainty brings fear, and the trust will be gone!
This is one of the long-suffering brazilian, who wakes up early in the
With the fear of the evil
The trail follows the storyline of ridicule at all
The poison is lethal!
They believed the lies that come into your conscious mind
The real
As well as the usual for my people, is to give
And the sad thing is to realize that, for them, it seems normal
Several of you are so living in, but not I player
Seldom have I been up to in anticipation of the end of
And so many of the hungry man, the individual
And placed the chain
And I wanted to have a reason to do that, hell turn to heaven
Only the vision of a nigga
You're looking for a getaway for yourself
The words are not to be met with a signing of paper and
And that they are poems, because they don't have the value to take care of
In my own life that I need to buy a brush
All of their flavors, prices, and values
The free the wind has taken
Look at the top, I beg for the light of love, the uncle
We hate to be the follow-up to the flood has gone!
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Just stop and think to say, and ask for the progress
It is needed in a hurry
In injustice, the immense and who knows maybe one day
Yet I find my peace.
I handle paying the price I need for it to lovin ' it.
Penando promotion, break into the tantrum
This is why apple and pani could not fly to the sword
And this is the ladder I will climb it even more!