Enquadro (feat. MC Hariel, MC Don Juan, MC Ryan SP e MC Kanhoto)

Got plenty of energy for my hood
We go all the way in the battle
This one comes from Vila Aurora, shoots the rocket in the villain's hand and he plays
Assembles and disassembles, does the math and doubles in no time
And in the groove, we're legends, don't lose focus
Caught us in a car, I wanna see you catch us on a bike and (wanna see you catch us on a bike)
(Murilo, ah ah)

Hands on your head, I said, hands on your head
(Hands on your head?) Go (both, both go)
Got busted in the hood, had to explain, that to have a beautiful ride was a big fight
Not crime, not the State, I had to improvise
The lyrics my heart felt in the streets
I might be licensed in this beautiful powerful car
I'm sure I get stopped, keychain listening to funk
From Mecca, tattooed, studded with diamonds
Today I passed by, listened to Jota
Another hit that I penned, changed my life

Got plenty of energy for my hood, we go all the way in the battle
Bring back the partners who are far from here
Got plenty of energy for my hood, we go all the way in the battle
Bring back the partners who are far from here
And don't you dare blame me with your filthy mind
That judges more than thinks and talks crap about others
And if I pass by with my conquest in the hood, in the outfit, in the attire
I swap Don Juan in the ride, it's already routine
Let us know with the intention of always messing around
Thinking I'm a piece of art to frame me?
I only work with some specific rhymes
Something that makes you think or is about to see them dance
Right and proper, in the correct, despite your attitude
Of saying I'm suspicious, I'm not even surprised
I play a thug funk, I turn up the volume

Emotionally biting, as usual
This one comes from Vila Aurora, shoots the rocket in the villain's hand and he plays
Assembles and disassembles, does the math and doubles in no time
Against the gossip and any kind of gossip
This one comes from Vila Aurora, shoots the rocket in the villain's hand and he plays
Assembles and disassembles, does the math and doubles in no time
Against the gossip and any kind of gossip, we think about dollars
random ride with the chick in the hood
Dry ice, skunk joint on the Sonata's console
We go to the funk party in the den of the naughty ones
Big trouble, God save me from the cops
Pull over, registration and license
Get out with your hands up, the villain gives you the key
In a big show, my face is full of swear words
You sing funk, you traffic, have a record or not?
Play fair, see if you don't lie, did you do something criminal with that criminal face?
Just me in the bust, answering the cop
The other one in oppression was attacking my friend
Oh, officer, I'm not a criminal, I don't need this
Let me go, I shift gears, I don't want trouble with you
I'm going to Vitrine to enjoy my Sunday
To forget the problem, I drink like a criminal
In the groove, we're legends, don't lose focus
Caught us in a car, I wanna see you catch us on a bike
In the wee hours, look at the boys, on the helicopter
Used in driving seems like a remote control
Got plenty of energy for my hood, we go all the way in the battle
Bring back the partners who are far from here
Got plenty of energy for my hood, we go all the way in the battle
Bring back the partners who are far from here
In that thug api, on the track, it was a torpedo
And when they approach, they act dumb
Killing the prejudice that the bourgeoisie has
Thinking that the periphery can't have gold
For them it's suspicious, a fancy car driving through the ghetto
A favela dweller with lots of money
Because they think only the rich and heirs can drive like that

Hey, my man, God gave it, but I fought for it
I can pay if you arrest me and fine me
It's a slap in the face of society
We have what the rich boys drive, what the rich boys wear
Energy generates wealth, and that's why we profit
That was the recipe to have a big ride on the street
I have no record, a toast to freedom
Hey, sir, I owe nothing
We drive in the wee hours
In the East, West, and North
Having God as armor
No enemy can touch me
We drive in the wee hours
In the East, West, and North
Having God as armor
No enemy can touch me

While some follow the trend, I go for the relic's vibe
I don't owe anything, I accelerate, wanna see you catch me on the track
First we skid, so we don't mess up the hood
Grab the green stuff, meet my crew
Set aside the 40 to stay on edge
Even God was betrayed, I don't trust
Hey, several who shook my hand, called me a friend
Time showed only those who stayed, we saw they weren't undercover
In my backseat, a hot big-booty chick
I exported her from afar, brought her from RJ
Baby wants to come to SP
Knows she's gonna live in style, if she messes up I'll launch the new bike
In my backseat, a hot big-booty chick
I exported her from afar, brought her from RJ
Baby wants to come to SP
Knows she's gonna live, if she messes up I'll launch the new bike
Got plenty of energy for my hood, we go all the way in the battle
Bring back the partners who are far from here
Got plenty of energy for my hood, we go all the way in the battle
Bring back the partners who are far from here