I'm in the bombay, I see everything in 4k But it's game over, 50k It's Kamaraken, Mr. Sosa It's hot in the city, my friend Hey, horse 2-3, I follow Look behind who follows me The police follows my train of life The boss wants to take me as a smick We have a heart of ice No need to see to believe Saint Thomas is right What reason wants to see I say coal in Quechua Yeah, yeah, in Quechua Above the laws, the taran is spinning, hallelujah We start the quest for the mission The audience is calling me, I'm under pressure The young man is screwing his good thigh We keep his 500 euros, it's the 10th I don't come from an easy family My hatred forces me to fuck everything I have all the tools to see the world So mom, don't worry I'm 400 years of repression Four black people in the kitchen Yas 200 in the parking cousin The police are in trouble I'm stupid and mean so I have a lot of addresses The police worry about a lot of things So mom, don't worry for the prison Dramas of tears, candles Dramas of tears, candles A drama of tears Candles Dramas of tears Candles Don't try to be like us We don't want to be what we are Mine is not me We become what the world wants Everything is a matter of choice I want to be fed A drama of tears Candles I am not puppets No conjugation We do not cry or exclaim We forget I'm in the suite Dragging your thighs I'm in the black bail You are stylish On my build We tame the trees You will never discover No cracker Because I know people Grown up violently Childhood broken in the building Dinero Hey, wait I'm coming It shines and Iembark on a island You'll never see me In your men's box Who get kicked Confiscation Not organized It's true Procurements Confirm the fact I'm stupid Wicked So I have many adrescen The police worry About a lot of cases So mom's her turn The prison shut Nope No No No No No No No No No No No No No No No