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(Listen)
She stops and frames
It's the patrol car
Skate and hip-hop, rock
Who would say it's the brotherhood of the street
Turning into management
In the caliber of ideas, in the adrenaline voice
PMC-Charlie Brown
They pull the trigger of rhyme
Thinking of better days for my life
I distanced myself from trouble
But listen, dude, there's no comedy here
If you pay to see, things get serious
And if you stay in the line... there's no room for us

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Three hundred and eighty, blows your face
And if it gets blurry
I give you one, I give you two
However many

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Three hundred and eighty, blows your face
And if it gets blurry
I give you one, there's no room for us

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Three hundred and eighty, blows your face
And if it gets blurry
I give you one, I give you two
However many

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Three hundred and eighty, blows your face
And if it gets blurry
I give you one, there's no room for us

He always wanted to be the cool guy
Have all the women, travel the world
Be lucky in the game, be well-informed
Health, good taste, have a bulletproof car
Days and nights
Thinking about life
So forget about this night
Good night, dear
I still look in the mirror and don't see myself tired
I rest sleeping, I only dream awake

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Three hundred and eighty, blows your face
And if it gets blurry
I give you one, I give you two
However many

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Three hundred and eighty, blows your face
And if it gets blurry
I give you one, there's no room for us

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Three hundred and eighty, blows your face
And if it gets blurry
I give you one, I give you two, there's no room for us
There's no room for us

Blows your face
And if it gets blurry
I give you one, there's no room for us

I give you an idea
You don't understand, pretend you don't see
You come bothering me, renting me
That you're in a bad mood
Let the beast come out, let the fur fly
When the house falls, it will fall on you
The scenario is ideal for those in the routine
It's tough, get rid of this fate of yours
But don't blame anyone
Old and smart monkey doesn't put his hand in the cookie jar
Hey man, that's it, what's up?
Get moving, buddy, then get off my back
Your diploma of traitor is already in your hand
Your diploma of dead man is in the mouth of the cannon!
Hey buddy, enough of trouble!
(A lot of trouble!)
If you slip up, you'll get it
There's a bunch of guys on your tail
Get out of here, go and don't delay
Follow the path, go seek your freedom
Just remember that man who spoke the truth
But he dominated you... he dominated you... he dominated you... it's the patrol car