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From the street to the street
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Perfil Bajo, Oney1
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I wake up early, I start writing a couple of lyrics
I have a bit of a hangover, last night I drank a few beers
I was with a girl, I drank on top of her breasts
From the street to the street, anti-fake music

Oney is sitting at the computer all day
Smoking a joint, working all the time
I come to record and my talent burns the console
When I make it big, I'll buy him one that supports the take well

I record between four walls that don't even have plaster
I'm with Fame clicka smoking a good joint
All the gangs from the blocks respect me
Death to all the rats, don't mess with me

If I'm the best, don't show it
I dress sporty and they want to stop me
Rude bitch likes to shake it
She wants me to take her and spank her in the room

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Then send it

The jackals have arrived here
Taking your bitch and the instrumentals
Tell them
They say we are animals
A different sound so don't compare it

Tuca on the bike with a big rock
The feats follow me and my troop
The owners of the hip-hop hits
Rappers suck my dick, I have a big dick

Supposedly now the kids sold out, they don't do raw rap anymore
Or that's what the networks say
A different vision, hitting sticks, freestyling, I would also be mad
If I were one of you

We keep breaking it in nineties rhythms
In a very strange way to boost your ego
Here the kids are artists but twice as rappers
Don't feel offended, we don't play your game

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