Trago Amargo

I don't know what these bastards think
That they own the world for hitting a couple of songs
There won't be mansions, don't get your hopes up
Fashion is fashion and that's why occasions arise

Or maybe vacations, failure frustrations
You don't sound, you don't eat
May my God forgive you

Because if it were up to me, I would throw you to the lions
For damn egg-sucker to laugh when you cry
Your verses are stupid calimatica
For fanatical girls who don't know about life

Besides, your appearance looks more like a cheerleader
With buddies like yours
Who the hell is not a leader

If they are pure fried crazy fags
With star airs being the circus clown
Anyone these days buddy releases a record
But doesn't want to become a legend and make anthems

I'm not interested in the rhythm, idiot
In any track I play, I hit the note
And it's not that I only sing about whores and you get drunk
It's that now I have what I want and I really don't care

Because in the past, when I didn't have a penny
No one told me, come I'll help you buy that clothes
Anyone who criticizes me, can suck my balls
They see me and they blank out, I'm like the only soul

He wait for dinosiva bigui
No matter how much you deny it, your whores follow me
But in me nothing ever succeeds
Because my mental level is not for showgirls who exhibit themselves

I always walk with my projectible
Tell him, I only need 2 hands and you have thousands
I take a precise and sad cunfirgues position
The spark came out and you didn't even see

Death comes when you least expect it
So tell your mom you love her when you can
You don't know when you leave your house, I'm standing outside
And I give you 3 in the face and your career ends

Don't underestimate that if you die I'll take your girl
I arrive early at your house, have your grandma's coffee
I chat with your parents, leave your child at school
And no one misses you because you couldn't even afford dinner

And with money I can buy almost everything
Except the loyalty that actions confirm
The sincerity of those who support me
Who never give me a word, but are always there for everything

And who will carry my urn? The day that inert
I find myself, it will be the family of my blood or the streets
I trust no one, yesterday's detail
And I have a cold pulse, face and mother's pussy

For baby I have a bottle ready, if you have flow show it
If not leave it, dodge it, appear with the pencil with a 9 millimeter
And finish the whole career of these false icons

I look at those symbols and I realize that their idols
Are manipulating them like ventriloquists
They are biseros epithets written without the inkwell
Spokespersons not sincere are beings with impetus

Tell me, I am the light, eternal source of youth
10 bitches for all my crew, we take over the club
I am clear about who I am tell me
Do you know who you are?
A child who one day listened to me and wanted to be like me, cheers