Vida Loka (versão 1)

Faith in God that he is Just
Hey brother never forget
On guard, warrior, raise your head, trout
Wherever you are, whatever
Have faith because even in the landfill, flowers grow
Pray for us pastor, remember us
In tonight's service, firmão remains hot
I admire believers, give me permission here
Millennial function, millstone table, Wow, sorry
I sometimes feel a bit insecure
Like a mutt without faith in the future
Someone is coming there, who is who, who will be my good
Give me my sweatshirt piercing toy
Because the beaks that see me with the trout at the club
Try to see, knowing about me means nothing
Because trust is an ungrateful woman
Who kisses you, hugs you, steals you and kills you
Disbelieve, don't even think, just that
If a fly threatens to catch me and step on it

The beak stuck in my throat, oh
Pique bandit, went home on the mission, ran into me at Cohab
With a loose shirt, God knows what
What's wrong with me enemy doesn't want me
The doorbell rang (Plim), 'to plot my end, two crazy people
Yes, armed with a lighter and a fuse
Ready to call my black girl to talk
That I fucked his girl, ha, if she was there
Bitch, liar, I've never seen it, it failed, evil spirit
Pussy dog and skirt. I've never been to Talarico, here's the thing
I'm right for the right, like 10 and 10 is 20
I'm already thinking crazy, what if I'm with my son on the sofa?
I hesitate
Unarmed was that
No guilt, no chance, not even to open my mouth
I went there without knowing
'Come on 'See Vida Loka
Oh what a crazy life

More on the street, right, until Jack
There are those who pass a cloth
Impostor asks for black, passes it to the scoundrel
Envy exists, and every 10, 5 is in evil
The mother of Pecado Capital is vanity

But if it's to be resolved, to get involved, my name goes
What to do, if jail is for men
Naughty me, no. Nobody is stupid
If you want war you will have
If you want Peace, I want it double
But a worm is a worm, that's what it is
Crawling on the floor, always underfoot
And speak 1, 2 times, if you dial up to 3
In the 4th checkmate, just like in chess

I'm a rap warrior
And always at high voltage
1 for 1, God for us, we are here passing through
Crazy life

I have no gift for victims
Justice and Freedom, the cause is legitimate
My rap makes the song of the crazy and the romantic
I'll put on a child's smile, wherever I go
You can offer my presence to partners
Maybe even confusing, but real and intense

My best Marvin Gaye
Saturday on the Marginal
What will be, will be, and we will go to the end
Call me, call us, wherever I need to be
In Paradise or on the day of the judge or shepherd
And call me, and the brothers
That's the point I'm asking, favela, world
Immortal in my verses
Crazy life