Subirusdoistiozin

(There are some good new kids out there on the street, back and forth, running the right way
But there are also some, let me tell you.. Only by God, you see. Hail Mary.)

I told them not to drag, they didn't believe, two-thousand-and-thirteen-year-old
The thing is crazy, the sun is scorching, several on the lookout here in the little field
But who wants to darken, who wants to lighten, every blue requires its grout
Full Sunday, chicken or macaroni, if the deal is good, you'll be Chinese
License here boss, here is the law of the jungle, who smiles around here, wants to see you fall
It's fair is God, not man, dare to judge me, try your luck bro

Para pa pa, para pa pa, para pa pa, para para papa
Para pa pa, para pa pa, para pa pa, para para papa
Para pa pa, para pa pa, para pa pa, para para papa
Para pa pa, para pa pa, para pa pa, para para papa

Just function at twelve, in the garage a Golf, handsome on the Hornet beach, bro
All this is here, and the appetite goes, to hit head-on, and Babylon fall
The kids here, are with HK, take it to the gathering, save that soul there
The cops come, the cops go, the chicks want, but they'll never rise
License here boss, I grew up in the big world, where the child cries and the mother doesn't see
And cowards are those who have everything good, and provide evil, for the favela to die

Some think they are, but they will never be
Ugly is to drag and not even realize

Para pa pa, para pa pa, para pa pa, para para papa
Para pa pa, para pa pa, para pa pa, para para papa
Para pa pa, para pa pa, para pa pa, para para papa
Para pa pa, para pa pa, para pa pa, para para papa

Just function at twelve, in the garage a Golf, handsome on the Hornet beach, bro
Yes, all this is here and the appetite goes, to hit head-on and Babylon fall
The kids here, are with HK, take it to the gathering, save that soul there
The cops come, the cops go, the chicks want, but they'll never rise
License here boss, I grew up in the big world, where the child cries and the mother doesn't see
And cowards are those who have everything good, and provide evil, for the favela to die

(Accustomed to having cereal on the plate, right, kid?)

(While the white-collar gives the blow to the State)