OTRA POESIA

Ma', L-Gante Keloke
I speak to you clearly without shouting
We make it short here, eh
The family speaks, king

Ma', I remember our thing well
I can't forget when I made love to you
I like smoking very close to your skin
You are my inspiration

Another night, another day
Another rhyme, another poetry
Another bed that is not mine
Another drink for the wound

And even though I'm already buying ten bottles
And the dance floor is full of beautiful girls
I still can't forget her
I feel like my star doesn't shine anymore

Ma', I remember our thing well
I can't forget when I made love to you
I like smoking very close to your skin
You are my inspiration

Another night, another day
Another rhyme, another poetry
Another bed that is not mine
Another drink for the wound

And even though I'm already buying ten bottles
And the dance floor is full of beautiful girls
I still can't forget her
I feel like my star doesn't shine anymore

If she doesn't want it, why doesn't she leave it?
Here we already understood the moral
Today it's raining lentil stew
If we do something, let's make it complex
I'm your tough guy, the car wash
I just took the car out of the car wash
I like to invoice making money
I spend the nights hanging out with the guys
Because you already changed me
And now I'm a disaster
I record to conquer you
I fight to make you fall in love and give you iron
To put you in a doggy position
Me being harder than iron
Taking it pure and without ice
Without brakes, I hit you, I whip you and we see each other

Ma', I remember our thing well
I can't forget when I made love to you
I like smoking very close to your skin
You are my inspiration

Another night, another day
Another rhyme, another poetry
Another bed that is not mine
Another drink for the wound

And even though I'm already buying ten bottles
And the dance floor is full of beautiful girls
I still can't forget her
I feel like my star doesn't shine anymore

Put some fire into it, we're going
I made you mommy with this daring theme
I dream of putting your two legs on my shoulder in my limo
I'm cool like Al Pacino with a jug of wine
I swear I want to talk to you but the snow-capped mountain makes my mouth sleepy
I do the things that provoke you the most
If you're tripping about finishing in your mouth
Telling you words that drive you crazy
If she does everything to seduce me, I go, go, go
Because that's the reality, queen, I'll wait for you here

The family speaks, king
Straight to the point