O Ronco do Coiote

Profile, Brutang 44
MC Xamã, on the back of Christ
I believe in dreams
1Kilo, Cartel MC's

Huh, what's up?
We'll stuff you with punches
So run because here comes Robocop
Shooting like hell and it's hard to kill even for Hancock
They offered me a check
With a gun, weed, and rap
Bangkok, Z.O is mec, LodK is 77
Retail, Domecq and ret
Dog pays cheap, doesn't pee in the toilet
I shaved with Gillette
In the rhyme, I counted the loot
Docarri from Fallet
Drop the coke to get strong
It's the howl of the coyote
Jack run from hell
Take your notebook
Drink warm whiskey, buy a suit
Call the emergency room, kill someone with iron
Grow wings, fly to the hill
Die like a simple modern citizen
Today I smell like gold
There are some rare beats, golden connections
Stepped on the chest, like Goro Daimon
Clay court
Neighborhood of my blood
Blood of my neighborhood
I enter and leave her
Damn, when I fall
I enter and leave her
Damn, when I fall
When I fall
The police are coming, damn
The police are coming
But how many have fun with work?
My crew, for example, smokes and plays cards
It's always offbeat, no one has a birthday
Pass the bag, sucker
You're Martin Luther
You idolize the clergy
I'm already high
Hey, are you on the scent?
My bambino is true
Sky with southern lapwing and a peanut flow
If you move, I shoot
And if you want, I'll wait for you
And start from scratch and redo your end
I'll buy a Camaro, change my flip-flops
I proliferate this, the sky is blue
Your rat is Hamtaro, mine is Jack Sparrow
I'm 1Kilo, Cartel, Super Saiyan

Never underestimate a kid full of dreams
Never underestimate a kid full of dreams
Never underestimate a kid full of dreams
Never underestimate the kid (aaah)

Hands on your head, you son of a bitch
The cop comes talking
Calm down, in my face a well-aimed shot
I don't heal from that
I said: Hey, doctor, what's this, I rap here
Rap is a scheduled commitment, can you release me?
If not, I'll be late for my
Favela style in the rhyme
Kid upset, described as a suspicious element
With red eyes, tough guy, abandoned
Sentencing a criminal without being judged
Kid, where's the joint? Where's the stash hidden?
And plá, slap in the face just to see if you're aware
If I want to drink, I drink
If I want to smoke, I smoke a joint
Rapper profession
In the work permit, doctor
The face of the guilty is stamped, half high
Wearing a loose shirt and cargo shorts, stereotyped
Crazy beauty, only pure kid
Side by side with the qualified runners
But don't step on my toes, buddy
The level is very hard
Coward freestyle circle doesn't step
Dude, your shirt with a beat stuck
In the rhyme and in the breeze, endure me
My rhyme pierces
Vest, pull your rug before you pull something from your waist
Ha

Never underestimate a kid full of dreams
(huh, shout out to everyone, man)
Never underestimate a kid full of dreams
Cartel (huh, shout out to everyone)
Huh, 1Kilo, pow!