TRUENO (BZRP Music Sessions #16)

Ey, yo'
It's Trueno, bro
With Biza
Volume 2
They know it goes crazy if my voice appears
The fuckin' boss
Ey, hmm

I walk the doggies, rolling some flowers
I'm with the older and younger ones
We arrive, we burn, we eat, we sing
We leave the party like that, as if nothing

You— it's not real
They only shoot in GTA
They feel cool with the songs I make
If nobody knows them, play over there, hmm

I keep my style tight, but it slips away
But it slips away, hmm, ah, yeah
There was a separate point in society
A holy kid, now not so much, man
Year 2007, your crew in diapers, me in Comuna 4, man

Lost, hmm, from so much flash
Asleep, from so much hash
Hurt, counting cash, ey, negga

They think I can't handle it, ha!
I have your girl all craving for me
I'm respected for my humility
Better to speak less than to speak too much

Businessmen in ties, not with me-me-me
I want that shorty with me, so I don't live with my pain anymore
Fresh, mint, hmm, my face goes in slow motion
He who lives it doesn't tell it, shit

I always walk with my head upside down for the money
Four toys without a story
Heavy vibes in the neighborhood for the money
(You overdid it) sorry

New motherfuckin' shit is coming
We're not gonna do anything to you, don't worry
So much smoke that the lobby catches fire
So many hits that they called the cops, the cops

Once again I'm putting together and they don't call me Diego (how?)
The mouth is on fire
Danger raised me, I'm not afraid of them (with Biza, I go)
If I don't make it this year, see you, a kiss

As Biza knows much more about that
Like Biza, like the vis a vis, warns everyone of my verses

And I'm with the brodies, ey, hmm
With the older and younger ones
We arrive, we burn, we eat, we sing
And we leave the party like nothing

You— it's not real
They only shoot in GTA
You feel cool with the songs I make
Play over there, play over there

Mom, I keep my style tight, but it slips away
But it slips away, hmm, ah, yeah
There was a separate point in society, hmm
A holy kid, now not so much, man
Year 2007, your crew in diapers, me in Comuna 4, man

Prrra
Biza and Trueno (Trueno)
Ey, if Trueno warns you, good
I'm his great-grandfather
Pff, see you
(Respect)