Bloco 7

Make the 7, throw the paco
Make the 7, throw the paco
Make the 7, throw the paco
Make the 7, throw the paco
Make the 7, throw the paco
Make the 7, throw the paco
Make the 7, throw the paco
Make the 7, throw the paco

[BK']
We send and work
The bosses and the employees, but we don't cover up
Selling like Coca-Cola, everything I rhyme sticks, it's just that I rhyme coke
To dominate the world? Don't play, it's easy
Against guys with less brain than Pink, it is
Disappear or be erased
It's the same chance as a fish drowning
Don't save money to buy fights you can't afford, kid
It doesn't matter if you live far, we have soldiers everywhere
The world is a minefield, watch where you step
We invest money to party, we also invest money to make war
Entrepreneurs and visionaries, ready to face off, to meet the goals
On the street, we're ref', on our feet Raf Simmons
So I never take a wrong step
We defend each other even when we're wrong
Devil's advocate

[Ainá Garcia]
Block 7, kid, come, you'll be faceless!
Make the 7, throw the paco, KGL, only the kids!
Nothing happens!
My business is to break everything
(Piei!)

[BK']
They try to stop me, but I set the rhythm
It's the block, it's the block
They try to stop me, but I set the rhythm
It's the block, it's the block

May the laziness of the brothers not be Majin Boo
I don't sacrifice myself in vain like Vegeta
Stick in the mind, don't gum from Babaloo
That when it loses taste, it's spit out
Time for big bets, regardless of the risks
Enough of small crimes
Life is not Twitter, don't come with few digits
Worthy tithes
You know how they are with the dark ones
So all our money are shields
That's why I tell my brothers
Late night has its charms, but only dive into studies
We are not owners, but we work with truth
If he was bad, I wouldn't rhyme on the beats
If I were weak, he wouldn't give me the beats
We have to be at the same speed
That we are a plane for each other
Not heavy baggage for each other
If it's heavy when taking off
I'm sorry, we have to check
And these streets are Hurricane Katrina
A hurricane like Hilda
A one-way ticket and now escaping the fight
It's like trying to escape on a dead-end street

Ay, uh, I set the rhythm
It's the block, it's the block
They try to stop me, but I set the rhythm
It's the block, it's the block!
They try to stop me, but I set the rhythm
It's the block, it's the block!

Players, Rio land, you set fire
Who's dying mixes black and red and it's not even Flamengo's game
But we're really advanced
Not even stopped by the offside line
Even the enemy spreads their legs when they feel the pen
Everything I write takes the team out of misery
In other words, I only score with style
I see rap as a game, but I see beyond the court lines
What's the point of being the best in the world and not strengthening your own area?
There are so many goals that the rival fans want me to play for them
My run with them
The team may lose, but we'll sweat the shirt and never change shirts, got it?