D1SPARO

(Call to 6-4-7)
(Stolen vehicle in the hands of a man between 15 and 32)
(Anyone on the line?)

(Mobile online)
(We're in contact asking for permission for a quick intersection)
(Okay)

Damn, shit, I didn't see, bri-bright
I-I didn't see us
Explicit lyrics in my Bic I gave you
My rhyme is Neymi's dribbling in Brazil

Oh, shit, I give a positive doping test
I write about the beats
I have the sway, the magic, the swing
I feel like Wu, I go out for my cream

Everyone says they have talent, but thanks to the talents, my family eats
There are no limitations that stop me
Like kisses from the Godfather, I kill in lines
I'm not one of those who eat where they record and some even shit where they eat
Sorry, it doesn't matter if my music doesn't please, years of playing, my goals support me

Who's back? I bring the plugs
I radiate magic in the funk, the cops sign me
They want to see his Don's drug, the real note of the block
They sign my imprint
They scout from outside the spot, looking for the good in the point
They sign my imprint
They want to see his Don's new, as soon as they taste they ask for another, short

My lyrics eject the flavor and break the kevlar, they talk when trafficking the slang
I walk in slow motion under the storm, guarded by black panthers
Since Veeyano touched the MPC, he danced the Bic and the beat paid the return
From there on, you could see the delivery of swing that I bring on offer

Wow, texts inside beats, I connect my gone sense, I spit hits
Few Latinos release it like this, I repeat daily that I was born for this
In the neighborhood where I grew up, thinking about what to say
From traitors I learned, to see where to choose
That courage brings you enemies

Pac, I'm blessed like Pac
I have Pac's blood, not Pac's chain
I touch the mic like Pac
I have Pac's blood, not Pac's chain

I'm blessed like Pac
I'm still undefeated like Pac, not Pac's chain
Because in Pac's chain
It was with one blow that the shot stopped

I thank God, because if I got into this it was for the mission (mission)
To prove to myself that I could do it, and once I did it, I toasted with my gift (my gift)
The walls rise on their own using a rope or string on a line
The neighborhood gave me hunger, I already left the monoblock, Carlito with the 32

The first salary I made rapping I gave it to my mother in cash
Without tires or sponsors, pendrive in the bag, we came out from the bottom, did you hear?
YANTAZ is the soundtrack that Toretto listens to while racing
And the mental state that I burst into when I start recording

I remember young Agustín meditating in the room asking for life
I remember that I was the one who started winning because there was no other way
What he didn't have as a child he made up for with rhymes
Life, life, a change in life

Explicit lyrics on my mind, raise the beat and give me the mic, take one
I release the jab and they fall, black lights distract you, Tayson
I'm blessed like Pac, I mess up the beat if I drop bars, damn, bro
This looks like an OnlyFans, bro, they're paying me to do it

Pac, I'm blessed like Pac
I have Pac's blood, not Pac's chain
I touch the mic like Pac
I have Pac's blood, not Pac's chain

I'm blessed like Pac
I'm still undefeated like Pac, not Pac's chain
Because in Pac's chain
It was with one blow that the shot stopped

It was with one blow that the shot stopped
Where the shot stopped
It was with one blow that the shot stopped
It was with one blow that the shot stopped