This is Rio de Janeiro, shit, motherfucker 7x7 24 hours a day All in gang, motherfucker Give me my mic and that's it Guarantee my glass is always full Rewind, rewind Rewind, but select Give me my mic and that's it Guarantee my glass is always full That I guarantee to fill any party I made a gang of the breaking rules And I already warned all the gang of the new ones that it doesn't pay Powder talk, so stop powder I like powder, but when the powder is good, go there But my brother, in the moral, who am I to speak Only if you want to use humble, get in there I didn't come to cut any wave I also have business with some friends in Colombia It's the same fret, another wave Instead of thickening, harmonize your instinct It starts at four in the morning with the Amsterdam gang It bothers more than Gudangaran Ask for a whiskey, give some push in the can-can I doubt that it wasn't that much It starts at four in the morning with the Amsterdam gang It bothers more than Gudangaran Ask for a whiskey, give some push in the can-can I doubt that it wasn't that much I found shock a lot of girls I ask myself how in the end this life ends I already created my vice living all this I already asked myself if I'm mute or if I live without all this No, I can't live without all this That's why I already imagine my future with all this Two hot girls to fuck with my health Some wake up with good morning, others wake up with night For me it's maximum respect But I'm from the 17th, you can send me direct Pat's Ninja is on the mic Turn your ass here, I'm live It starts at four in the morning with the Amsterdam gang It bothers more than Gudangaran Ask for a whiskey, give some push in the can-can I doubt that it wasn't that much One, two, three, four, five, six, seven Shut up and don't mess around, it's time for the right thing Break back, and I bet some blackjack in my neck Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck Be careful with the knife or you'll lose I'm the white monkey of my brothers Even if I'm an insane lion When it's rustling inside your clothes Bro, bro, chicken You guys lie a lot Talking about Arsenal with a water gun in the closet Hey, ho, hip-hop, alright Hip-hop was never so Bro, bro, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no With this shitty flow, they'll get it I don't hit this kind of people So it's better if I don't have a gun in front of me It took a while, bye, I'm the flying break Jump, jump, jump, jump, son of a bitch, I'm unarmed All made of independence I bring the weight of the price of a prison And I think like this My line of creation is this To kick girls on the mattress It starts at four in the morning with the Amsterdam gang It bothers me more than Guttengang I ask for whiskey, then I spit on the gang I don't doubt who doesn't fuck so much I'm scared of life, I lost my conduct I didn't understand that the fight is a brutal stop Smoking the fruit on the street Wanting a bill to be able to smoke I don't care about the rules, I broke the dictatorship I ended up with censorship I made fun of viaturas, I jumped the dictatorship I'm far from the cure, no one holds me I came to make fun It's the rhythm of the dog Too boring, I'm a bully Don't reduce me Breaking the rules Uh-huh, let's be Steve Jobs Never Alexandre Borges Uh-huh It starts at four in the morning with the Amsterdam gang It bothers me more than Guttengang I ask for whiskey, then I spit on the gang I don't doubt who doesn't fuck so much Uh-huh Uh-huh