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Flying through space, bardero$ clicka
Consuming that shit that makes us fall
Bardero$ clicka
Flying through space, bardero$ clicka
Consuming that shit that makes us fall
Bardero$, Bardero$

Check it out bitch, don't confuse the line
Here my clicka commands, yours go to hell
Since I was a kid, I put effort into every step
And today I'm the drop of hip hop to spill the glass
I don't have flow bro, but I have a great style

More than bardero tell me when I threaten
Several crazy guys writing with drinks and joints
You lack practice, keep fattening your nose
What happened? Bardero$ tells the truth
We delirium with verses of high quality
Money is for vices, I don't play the lottery

Because if I won, I swear I would die
And I don't know why, if from overdose or cirrhosis
Or my syndrome of being sick
And frankly, it tells me if I drank several liquors without eating
Seen man, I've seen that they already understand that this is my power

Dilating gazes in slow process
The chin inside dries from incense
That accompany at the moment
When I think, you thought you were alive, but who are you?
Wandering the streets with my buddies
I don't make a drama, maybe if money
Excuse me lady if in a demijohn
I raise my human desire given nothing more than being in your bed

Oily rhymes slipping on the track
In sight, list, mixed to be used
Compatible with artist and illusionist freestyle
Anesthetist of this injected dose
Hip-Hop 24/7, four branches in my veins
Wait, come see the theme, it sounds cream, elevates, primes, ignites, yeah
It's so real, loyal, that this shit burns you

Flying through space, bardero$ clicka
Consuming that shit that makes us fall
Bardero$ clicka
Flying through space, bardero$ clicka
Consuming that shit that makes us fall
Bardero$, Bardero$

Let me introduce myself, I'm one of the bums from my clicka sir
With style and the track don't stop simón
Girl, if you like what I do, listen to it
If not, go look for another band that sounds better

Real, we stay creating, we shit on your cream
The motto worries more than marijuana
For you that's a problem
For me, inspiration for the microphone to make a song tomorrow
Unpublished I continue with my merit
The same ones from the park who scored in the basketball hoop
And I'm thinking of going on a cloud homie

And spinning with the unders on the damn street
It's another story, what are you talking about?
If we are the ones who have the command and simply we show it wherever we go
We create the scene, we sneak the movie
We enter the event flying through space

Check it out, I release it fly pa' to stop your whores
Check it out, I'm high dreaming of sea and palm trees
No one expects it, the weirdest ways in which my damn group operates
They don't wait for me for dinner anymore, I don't waste sorrows on bitches
The purest and sweetest honey from the hive
Baby, tell me that in my ear it burns me
Immobile in the cold burning problems
What what, I continue with the pack my group doesn't hesitate
Chiqui as he praises my rap narrated, what were you telling me if we are travelers

A way of rapping today must be applied
Genuine styles explain animal
Southern styles in the capital for the most barderos to listen
Dog, slow slow slow we move
Highlighted for doing the shit we want
So bitch move slowly because I'm with the bastards flying through space
Flying through space, bardero$ clicka
Consuming that shit that makes us fall
Bardero$ clicka
Flying through space, bardero$ clicka
Consuming that shit that makes us fall
Bardero$, Bardero$
Flying through space, bardero$ clicka
Consuming that shit that makes us fall
Bardero$ clicka
Flying through space, bardero$ clicka
Consuming that shit that makes us fall
Bardero$, Bardero$