It sounds like this, yeah It's Paul Brodo Come on, Zumba It says, hey Those I got were achievements And then I lost friendships And I don't know how else to tell you If that's what they're called I don't live from other mouths More money for me The trigger is a contact From the skinny to the enemy Me recording my songs In a depa around here That's how easy you fall in love And that's how easy you leave Maybe you couldn't know What I wanted to find the most Angel's face Devil's moon Is listening to my boom bap Every month more viral When Paul is going to look At the parties Doing them As always in freestyle No concerts No interviews This is just what there is With the band Listening to my wheels Drinking high life Like Jordan in my neck I take care of the 23 Fun, I start as a kid And now it counts And in the month I just want the family To feel good for me I with a little stress That you don't notice You don't believe me I'm not one of those Who likes to cause trouble For nothing Fear hugs me at night It says I take away the cold Like Scarface From World of Jords Bitch I want what's mine Life is like a hitman If it fails me I don't trust Understand that for the bad I apply it to the hard Not for nothing I have eggs to break I don't get jealous A mother mistreated By her husband Smelling like gringo They think I'm just a rumor It's better to go see the circus As a kid I want to see myself grow And now I want to be An innocent Who won't understand Now 14-year-old kids Aim at you with revolver That out of hunger Out of thirst Bad steps will be seen I as a kid With the desire To see myself grow And now I want to be An innocent Who won't understand Now 14-year-old kids Aim at you with revolver That out of hunger Out of thirst Bad steps will be seen Well then Seriousness Bad is a tale of humility The real ones respect me They could tell you Without any explanation She goes out somewhere Thieves and robbers Her family Won't find her I grabbed my finger In the state Which is the capital 614 I'm the plus one From Ondar I'm going to sound Look at those hysterics Who want to criticize me End of story My wallet The mouth Is going to close Doing what I like On Sunday I write songs I'm tired of betrayals Better not even mention me I learned good lessons In my house Everyone eats If you fail me I say go You don't want me to forgive you I had a bad streak The truth is I was addicted My mind was up I said I'm going to stop I hallucinate a thousand times per hour If I keep going I'm going to crash To the tip What you feel Maybe it's going to let you down Now I hear you Through the neighborhood The horn To knock you down Better take it Now read I have cash Give it gas One more Alice in my zone I'm going to see you Class 100 stars For my neighborhood I made myself the capataz The flag Is uniform Of the eagle In the nopal I as a child With the desire To be able to see me grow And now I want to be An innocent Who will not understand Now 14-year-old kids They aim at you with revolver That for hunger Or if you have a bad streak The steps will see Yeah