Con Dios En Bicicleta

Super Saiyan flow
Ah!
From the real music, baby
Like back in the freestyle-mania days
Trr!

May the devil bless you, may the Lord reprimand you
You can't handle me even if you sell your soul
You're a piece of crap just like the mess
I closed freestyle-mania, that's for you to learn
I work at the pizza place, so understand, front
I help the user and give for the offering

I'm going to be a legend
I'm going to check your schedule
At one of your parties, they'll come back and light you up

I work legally, no longer selling coke
Now in the music, I'm going to get rich
We dream in the USA, dream in Puerto Rico
Endlessly, without a record
How can I explain it to you?

Alone, from the heart
I'll become a badass
Don't compare yourself, your sheltered life
Snoring in tennis
In all the themes
Barefoot, you walked in a marathon

You ran barefoot near Teodoro
Snoring in Giuseppe, talking to me about all your same topics, singing and choruses
This is going to go viral, and I'll mess up in the forums
To God is the only one I adore
Don't underestimate me, I'm the one who amazes you
After this, they'll prescribe you the clonux
Give Farru the gold garments

And you're already lost, looking for trouble
Throwing shade at Farru, ungrateful
If it weren't for him, you wouldn't have grown
In college hanging out, crazy and all messed up
I have my own
No one helped me, my crew, my fans
All from the heart
Working delivery, always humble
You got fired from the coal for being crazy and a suck-up

Your boobs hang down to your belly
So your armpits are full of stretch marks
They break your balls, even in the cold
Where's the street? Where's the upbringing?
How's it going to be? How's it going to be?
Oh, I laugh a lot
They're going to get you, they're going to get you
And you're the one who ends up broken

The devil on skates, I think he's walking
The devil on skates, I think he's walking
What kind of man is he?
He doesn't go for anonymous, he goes for the woman

Now you're going to the doctor, change my prescription
I'm depressed because of Jon Z
I fell on skates, give me a crutch
He tripped me, and with God on the bike

If you don't know who I am, ask Pusho
My first freestyle, I showed him who's boss
With my own style, I don't listen to anyone
I have a shotgun with 12 shells

Even with a stripper, I take you in private
I make you dance, and your brain next to me
She felt you up, then I nail her
I take from your wallet, I pay your guy

What savings account? Not even a checking account
Selling poison, I have my clients
Having fun out there, I'm not a criminal
With the forty-five, I'll put it to your head

You change the game, for sure, on stop
Talking about a gun and you haven't seen a Glock
If you've seen one playing Black Ops
You don't even fit in a fuc- dictation

I was raised in the church, a young Christian
I don't play with God or swear in vain
For that, dad looks for a surgeon
Farru helped you, and you bit the hand
You're a pig, a worm
You're the joke of the urban genre
Smoking weed
Look, it's plain
And God sent me to punish you, my brother

Damn devil
Listen, for your snoring, you're the toughest of the new ones
You have to fight with the toughest of the new ones
Jon Z, man
And I don't snore much
Duran the coach
Ele ei el dominio nigga
Tell me, little wolf
Jose, I told you, damn
Code in nigga
Right at home, daddy
Chosen few
The chosen one, daddy