Rulo - Rosin

Tell the president that here the young one
Doesn't want to study a hundred years
Dreams of painting a bathroom
Taking a bath with logs (look)

I show the guard
That I am a real gentleman
I hide it in the eggs
I wink at him
They say that this autumn the pollen will rain
From a Madrid medlar tree, the blue ones get angry
What we were, we are, I'm not up for tolerating anymore
I've had seven and nothing happens
I light the hash with a fuse and gunpowder

Colder than in the Volga, gloves, neck warmer, and tracksuit
The word backs me up like Charles Morgan
Respect the one with the organ, in the subway the rest is crap
Understand that I come back from partying
If it bothers you, I'll put you on the iron
I left for the drinks, for the catching
For the catch, catch and run, a patrol is following us
Pot full of Smurfs, I suffer police harassment
Nothing at all, in the park there's no prison, only inmates
I use the iron and spend my time making rosin, what an abuse
I accuse the one on the second floor of the aroma when I pass by
I ignore those who don't believe, living in the short term
Cousin, fill my glass, today I'll spill it like a Russian

I excuse myself for how I was and I don't complain (me)
I return without saliva and pupils like the cum
They fuck him, don't create intrigue, here in life the wad was smelled
Giving us a job that you can see coming from afar
I'll let my kids smoke if I have them and
I'll tell them: Kid, don't flirt with the white stuff
Banks steal from you, keep it all in the mattress
And don't trust the guy in a suit who stabs you in a moment
I, who cause chaos today, don't give me the dynamite
They put the base and the click clack chi-ca sounds
Here we smoke for free, what's more expensive is what's snorted
Call us miners, keloké digging in silver

Where you saw rats in sewers, I saw a hideout
What I do is narrate the routine of the insane
I don't smoke clear anymore and the red from the chlorine
Becomes, thanks to a Moor, my clear way of seeing it
Eh, the typical, more mythical than the kid running from the cops
Than Cuba causing a ruckus
Than the iron and doing lines
I already know how the life of the one who throws dick ends
I saw it in the streetlights, in the eyes of the grandma
Ay ay ay, how many of you were worth it and are no longer here
How many of you mess up and bother
I'm leaving, I've already had twenty today
I can't sleep, buddy
I combine with a joint, my dark circles are what's there
Gay, may day
Secretly before grabbing the mic and
Beltran's recipe, I get like three or four

I eject the boss from the colts, dodge the control
With turbo against the clock, and in the goal of the enchanting pendo, eh
Don't fuck with me, I was cold, my coat was never alone
In Madrid, the summer leaves your ball fine
I sink it from three, dribbling since I was a kid
To the green ones, to the blue ones, with the pink ones wreaking havoc