Arco Íris
MC Kevin
Rainbow
Life weighs a ton, several walks
Just to prove my legacy and my salary
It increased, multiplied
The division of friendship to see who is good
Really just to stick by your side
I see a lot of envy around
In the look, envy sizzling
My face is like Pablo Escobar
Serious, angry with what he's thinking
I'm planning a plan
Looking for the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow
That I saw on rainy days with the sun
In the favela, this is our chic vision
I'm planning a plan
Looking for the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow
That I saw on rainy days with the sun
In the favela, this is our chic vision
On days I had in solitude
Search there, I turned over new acts
My friends locked in the coffin
Today I made my own traffic
On days I had in solitude
Look at me, review, I searched for new acts
My friends locked in the coffin
Today I made my own traffic
Yeah, I lived, learned to sell drugs, changed listening to music
So go, a suitcase of hits to bother you
Don't come hold my hand, not even with envy
What a cynical face trying to hug me
I lived, learned to sell drugs, changed listening to music
So go, a suitcase of hits to bother you
Don't come hold my hand, not even with envy
What a cynical face trying to hug me
I'm planning a plan
Looking for the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow
That I saw on rainy days with the sun
In the favela, this is our chic vision
I'm planning a plan
Looking for the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow
That I saw on rainy days with the sun
In the favela, this is our chic vision
On days I had in solitude
Search there, I turned over new acts
My friends locked in the coffin
Today I made my own traffic
On days I had in solitude
Look at me, review, I searched for new acts
My friends locked in the coffin
Today I made my own traffic
Yeah, I lived, learned to sell drugs, changed listening to music
So go, a suitcase of hits to bother you
Don't come hold my hand, not even with envy
What a cynical face trying to hug me
I lived, learned to sell drugs, changed listening to music
So go, a suitcase of hits to bother you
Don't come hold my hand, not even with envy
What a cynical face trying to hug me
(Hail Mary, this is DJ Nenê)
