Brinde À Liberdade

Felp

Barefoot on the hot asphalt like in hell
I break through the barriers and focus inward
My team is heavy, with the best players
Listen to the victory march in the noise of the drums

Yeah... Since I was little, my options were two
Invest in my record or money in the streets
If you don't have malice, then don't even enter the game
I'm chasing the dream even while walking crazy

If you cross my path, we'll flip over with a punch
Agility is doubled, on the path of death, I escaped by a hair
Your envy fuels my thirst for conquest
The spark between gasoline and the striker that ignites

Here death is always learned earlier
Haters underfoot, my friend, I count on my fingers
The mic is my dagger
My crew is heavy, respect the journey

I want to see my good friends
With the beauties by their side only counting the hundreds
And if a clown tries
We'll run over them like a train

Just burning some good stuff, making some music
Always humble with feet on the ground
A toast to the freedom of all brothers
A toast to the freedom of all brothers

Filipe Ret

This thing is crazy, I'm r.a.p, raw rhyme
My style is street dog, each to their own
Around here that's how it's done
Drinking cachaça, smoking a joint, chasing the street dream

27, Ret in the race, wise kid
Any day it's us in a jet like Ivete Sangalo
Sometimes digital but the money is real
No nonsense, I just want to see everyone doing great
What are you doing here? Hey boy?
Who flaunts misery around here is a playboy
A lot for a little, pay attention, I know
Those from the street are tough, want to succeed in life... Tey tey

Terror on the track with Felp, sagacity
Life lived, brief life at high speed
No pain, no hassle, working
For love, for comfort, toasting freedom

I want to see my good friends
With the beauties by their side only counting the hundreds
And if a clown tries
We'll run over them like a train

Just burning some good stuff / making some music
Always humble with feet on the ground
A toast to the freedom of all brothers
A toast to the freedom of all brothers

Sain

Splitting the profits on the round table
The cops get pissed. This is revolt, not a wave
The quickest trigger in this shit. Kill or be killed
Between the kids and the bitches. Pleasure Henry Fonda, then

Send the bills, today there's payment
Let the cops rise, there's still change
I'm in the same place, South Zone, ttk
If the blue sky appears, we're the ones to close it, alright

At the right moment I grab the share, it's a fact
I untie the game just to be annoying. I still set fire to the contract
If you slip up, I mistreat. I have no mercy for ducks
Since 1991, a true scoundrel

So go ahead, and send this message to all my rivals
My crew is on the track and it's too heavy
I know the victory of the outlaws bothers
My brother Gilbertin rest in peace

I want to see my good friends
With the beauties by their side only counting the hundreds
And if a clown tries
We'll run over them like a train

Just burning some good stuff / making some music
Always humble with feet on the ground
A toast to the freedom of all brothers
A toast to the freedom of all brothers