Estrada

[Don-G]
My road was made with the same motherfuckers from my whole life
In the middle of drinking, traps, I managed to shake off the haters
And since we don't have manners
Why do they still care about strength?
Why does the gun touch?
Why do they still rain proposals?
Now you want the answer
Ask the streets, the road is what pays
Without connections, no one gave us anything
Without me telling you, you'll think it's luck
The kitchen is open and a guy serves
Lots of years of practice and a guy doesn't write
With the same motherfuckers, with the same dreads
4 Niggas high in a snow bimmer

[NGA]
And everything that distances me has obstacles
Putting horses in the engines, my garage looks like a stable
Blondie actually knows what he's doing
Man, I'm working, and I'll work until the guy from BIC bank receives me through the back door
Competition rests in peace
They went bankrupt like fish
But they only had room for 10 real niggas
And we took the first 6
I'm eyeing a Panamera that I
I'm waiting for
To come from work
In my room lying next to the fireplace
Exchanging WhatsApp messages with
William Carvalho
Or on stage playing life like an instrument in the right place
And in a ghetto, in the band where they're shooting in the middle of the concert (prrrrrra, prrrrra)
And I rhyme what I live
I live what I rhyme
I dismantle all rappers, they're wimps
Lyrical assassin
Punch like Mayweather
Not Floyd, T-Rex Toy-Toy
Bless like Tcho Boy
Deezy, blessed by my side
We either spend that money quickly or else the pockets of those Armani pants are torn
Dragging more bitches than the kimzonbeiro
God, health, family, money
This is the order of the disorderly (FS)

[Prodígio]
They said it was money that fame brings
But we found out it's just drama that fame brings
Blacks hitting in the land of whites, no one fools us anymore (nobody)
NG took the blacks, put them in the whites, FS are Andálmadas
I already said I'm not prodigy, but nigga is big daddy
Me and my father royalty, nigga check the color of my blood (young king)
Catch me in the Porsche, spinning with my gang
Next year I fuck around, and catch me sitting in the mustang
Girl says I'm coke, but then sings opera
Put so much gold in my mouth, teeth look like Zanote sneakers
In the band I took 7 breaks for 15 minutes
Quickie with the girl in 15 minutes
In London I saw my boy for 15 minutes
What's my attention you have 5 minutes (2nd)

[Masta]
Nigga, ohh shit
I lost everything, the money
In the middle the shield
But calm down now it's another game I study
So I go to the road and turned on the turbo
Ahh, ahh, oh shit
I won everything
I'm a son of the streets, from everyone
Portuguese, English, Chinese, Kimbundu
As I'm stubborn
I exaggerated on the hot pepper
Greetings to Pinto Matamba (my brother)
And to the big ass samba
FS is poison, Black mamba
And since I'm an SN, and only black camba
Mix with black handkerchief
That's how I enter your ceiling
Friends that the road brings
The world is small and I want more
Shoutout to Czech type Zeldi, Sangria, Bruna, Nadia and Slenia
Also chasing the dough, Kenyan athletes
But in a tasty version, you bow
I'm a soldier of pop, dope-music is Chechnya
(Bum motherfuckers)