Nos Late Fuerte

Bad dudes brought them and they got their asses kicked
these rookies don't understand or smell a thing,
they don't distinguish, they don't chew, they don't dip bread in the sauce,
they don't lick their fingers after a good meal,
they don't measure up, little scoundrel calves
spreading bitterness without being goalkeepers,
poor little daddy, what a pity of a boy,
little blood, and a lot of mouth.
Ha! you'll see, I came enchanted, I came bewitched,
with Carmona by my side,
I've found joys, I've kept the sorrows,
to bring some life we've arrived and yet you've backed off,
something has impressed you, scaredy-cat,
that a gypsy and a smooth talker appeared holding hands,
with humility they've shown themselves, reasons have been enough,
for me to take off my shoes and for you to find the cottage cheese.
Mock him like camels
whether in tank tops, pants, or flip-flops,
he goes for crabs and you forget the nets,
you didn't bring bait, they never come for free.
Thanks Antonio for your music,
Frank for your everyday clarity,
Bubu for your hairiness,
we still have a lot to learn and to offer
Langui the Cousin? What? Mock him again ...

Our hearts beat, beat, throb,
chocolate beats until they kill us... (x2)

And our hearts beat strongly, strongly,
enjoy and fill the soul with color,
I sing it for you, look, live it.

You smile, it gives you milk, we don't mess around
what's going on? the parade continues,
we don't want clowns shaking their thongs
what's going on? my people the sleeve.
March, deceive, kites in flight,
I brake because I'm good and I say it,
Calo style stands out
we take witnesses, we deal with inheritances,
the essence is not disturbed, it stays
and among drums and boxes they touch my guitar,
the eyebrow doesn't rise, taranta,
in the throat it leaves us joy and happiness,
would you follow me?
it would be lucky if it hung by two threads,
if I got the future I predict it without a penny
and a ruin of ignorance,
perseverance of the spirit
that we weren't little gypsy blondes with green kites.
It was destiny and in your path
and from the ruthless casino
humility, we didn't have toys
and the rhythm continued, its tradition grew in thickness
and the hard doubt arose,
it showed up in a plate of beans with rice.
Let's not lack sanity to increase ambition
from bringing life to culture in a state of confusion.
I never said van, nor did I say junk
and if I have to be a patriarch, I'll be one of Hip Hop.

Our hearts beat, beat, throb,
chocolate beats until they kill us... (x2)

And our hearts beat strongly, strongly,
enjoy and fill the soul with color,
I sing it for you, look, live it. (x4)