N.A.D.A.B.O.M. 2 (feat. Luccas Carlos e Don L)

I ask you for an excess, if I smell the perfume
The defense of the bodies is over
Wait for me if you go
I hope you eat grilled food, a relaxing flower
In a duplex in Oklahoma
Bro, my girl, my sister
Mamacita with Cuban jewels
In insane plans in lived scenes
On top of scenes and massive grass in shards

Cabins, thrown in the mud
Ending with life
That dissolves
And rises and absorbs more pain of ambrosias
At nine, she brings coffee to my bed
At ten, it's sixteen more lines
At eight in the evening, the thing
Is to be prepared with the puli in the bica

Pay attention to the puli, who respects is intelligent
Got it from the mind, locked in front
Guilhermino who closed when I grind for us
If the dollar goes down, I'll go by Air France
Smoking hemp, if the wind blows from both sides
We will be together forever
Today is Sunday and it wasn't good today
Even if I smoked three times the herbs
That I smoke and lied more than my mind
Even if I rhymed like 50 Cent
So I conform, consume
And agree with a glass of ice in the sip of Dreher
She passing by Leme beach, smoking and pulling
Smoking and fucking, running away from worms
Your body dancing and the pyramid of Cheops
That is my foundation, which serves as certain
Valuing at a time when it wasn't close, then

I already told her it's not good (not good)
I sang to her and the girl didn't like the tone (no, no)
Predella brought the brown
I thought of her for the sound
To see if that would inspire me

I listen to myself on play and all I know
Nog is a sensei with a future of a king
My father, my mother, I listen to you
I closed the study, in the studio I avenged
I said, didn't I? That I'm almost there
And this time you can imagine
It's too late to think it will turn out
I have sixteen bars to beat

No turning back now
It's my dogma, without a note, who focuses goes up now
You can bet, Nog is on the run to turn
Running like Stock Car
There's drugs and pussy until you vomit
It's fucked up, whoever slacks off can't use
Can intoxicate, oh what a pity
You can think you're a hip-hop star

I already told her it's not good (not good)
I sang to her and the girl didn't like the tone (no)
Predella brought the brown
I thought of her for the sound
To see if that would inspire me

I keep the faith that this game will turn
Bad situation that will get better
And I want the firm with all gold
(What's up) how is it? (Nog) how is it?

And I want the firm with all gold
(What's up) how is it? (There) how is it?

I left her sleeping at home and came
Stroll on the shore in my gangsta lean
(Oh) as long as it's half, it's not good
I want the world, I want the world
I want justice, or No Peace
I did what I did
My blue plan to rise
My blueprint is Don Big
Or No Peace
It's Don Vence or nothing
No rest for any rapper
But this is nonsense, L is the best
No contest. It's consensus

She says I'm already much better than before
Egotrip is good, but come live the moment
I lived, I slept well, I dreamed badly
I preferred my daydream
And I came to the street to imagine you
Shopping at boutiques
Some exclusive clothes
Drinking in bars
In Brooklyn or Beirut
Tank top and jeans

A margarita with a Boricua, in Jamaica (uh)
Says I'll come back to get you now
And take you with me
And are you willing to be the mother of my kid?
We plant a few kilos
To harvest a Californian, dude
I've already written some books with these raps
That's what I need, right?
It's much more than that what I expect
I exaggerate

I already told her it's not good (not good)
I sang to her and the girl didn't like the tone (no)
Predella brought the brown
I thought of her for the sound
To see if that would inspire me