Tropa do Flamengo

(LB Único produced it, it worked well, okay)
Wow
Several people said that I was mad with the fucking fame
I came from below and I'm not fooled by money and gold
Those who talk about me have their asses lying on the bed
It's been several years and it's done nothing to get out of the mud
The bipod mounted from the top and looks at the small one closing the square
It's time for judgment, let's see if you're wrong
Several Glocks with an elongated magazine, get the view that everything is mined
And the brother's talk is just one, better to keep everything closed

The gust of 30 hears this echo
It looks like a funk dance, everything is shaking
The smallest exchange shots in the middle of the street shouting: It's the Flamengo Troop
From armored Velar, I changed the wind
She wants to get lost with the little train
Full of gold like pharaoh
We are the guy of the moment

Smaller, so look at the ceiling, ah
See if I'm not inside, ah
Lots of people talking about me online
I think the time has come
Fuck the hype, I don't give in, hide around the apartment
Just because of the words I use and the clothes I wear, they say I'm disgusting
Several betrayed my trust and fell, left their snake trail
That saying: It's true that mules only go with mules, don't lose your honor
How many were wrong? So get out of line
Walk straight, just don't leave it on the straight line
Whoever cheated will pay because you know that, up front, the charge will be severe
And I have a gold comb stored in the trunk of the car, I knock the bastard down
That ass is huge, the girl playing with her fucking pussy man
My grandmother is crazy pointing out this golden twelve that spits more steel bullets
I arrive at this door with the Troop and put an end to all this nonsense, it's C

The gust of 30 hears this echo
It looks like a funk dance, everything is shaking
The smallest exchange shots in the middle of the street, shouting: It's the Flamengo Troop
From armored Velar, I changed the wind
She wants to get lost with the little train
Full of gold like pharaoh
We are the guy of the moment

The gust of 30 hears this echo
It looks like a funk dance, everything is shaking
The smallest exchange shots in the middle of the street, shouting: It's the Flamengo Troop
From armored Velar, I changed the wind
She wants to get lost with the little train
Full of gold like pharaoh
We are the guy of the moment