A Noite (feat. Cacife Clandestino)

[Predella]
Blood and glasses, saints and towers
So many tricks, how many players?
Mouths and boats, and someone dies to live
Things in the houses, it's a gradient of colors
And this night I thought without stopping, wonders and misfortunes
Peace on the road that passes, everything is nothing
And in this night I tried to sing, man, there the view is rare
I already knew the night is clear, of course, my friend, then buddy

[Felp22]
In the Benz's seat, with Wu-Tang playing
In the O.G. style with the best Haze strain!
Say hi to the train, no Superman
The crew is strong like a burst of A.R. baby
At night it's contraband, at the same spot I'm present
Me and several monsters, while the subject is business
Drugs are barter, the police is the wild card
A lot of skill in the conversation to not break your bones
Addicts are clients, don't want to pay the price
Will stick your face in the sole of the Timberland (Bastard!)
Because I know the game of the killer corners
I roll one and set fire just to ease the mood
How much I fought, in these streets I know
Between the trigger and the child's cry
Nights I've turned, I didn't go astray
If I'm alive, I gave hope a chance
In this starry night, activity in the missteps
I bring a bit of each wall that's tagged
In this heavy union: Costa Gold and Cacife
A salute to the poets who feed the dawn!

[Predella]
If I see you there, I'm enchanted
And I tell you how crazy it is
Dance with me in the wind!
Without having you at home, I'm amazed
I dismantle, I don't find myself
I go crazy, lose track of time

Hang out in style, me and you
Sensational, me and you
Night or luau, wow!
The night is beautiful, I'm running there

Hang out in style, me and you
Sensational, me and you
Night or luau, wow!
The night is beautiful, I'm running there

[Nog]
Costa Gold here!
And it's always at night that
The production rolls, and the action of Boom Bap, rap?!
I always knew I would say screw it
Just be happy, at the root, and you get the cash!
So go for it, my mind is restless like Magda
It's a machine of hot ideas like magma
São Paulo is like Baghdad, crack in the crackland!
The mouth deals and exchanges bullets with the tactical force
In the flow of the cold scene, in the back and forth of life
With a lack of melanin, and no time for the same rhyme
Otherwise, you'll boo me: Nog never rehearses
Exaggerates in doses with the gift of a Tim Maia
Today the fans listen to me, this brought me
The strength to compose like Obi-Wan Kenobi
Study brings you everything, luck brings you nothing
Life without knowledge is like disguised death

My bro Nog, I know it sounds good
I know it sounds good
And with my bro Predella, I know it sounds good
I know it sounds good
And when you call Felp, that's when the sound gets good
That's when the sound gets good
Terror of the beats? That's when the sound gets good
That's when the sound gets good