Vida Loka, Pt. 1

Slut, I wanted to attack the crazy guy
He used my name, popcorn hugged him
It was at the door of my house
There, everyone panicked at 3 o'clock in the afternoon.
And I wasn't even there, see!
Yeah, but then, Brown, oh, there are some kind of women, trout
It's impossible to even comment
I don't even know who the crazy ones are, that's fucked up
So we go after that popcorn and that's it
Go after who and where? I don't even know who you are, bro
Bro, I shouldn't, I'm not afraid and give me my glass that's gone

So, bad bandit, what's it like, my partner?
So, Abraham, firm trout?
Total firmness, Brown and the broken there, brother?
Okay, then I found out about your father
Oh, sorry trout, my feelings, bro!
See, Brown, my father died
And they didn't even let me go to my old man's funeral, brother.
This is crazy, where were you at the time?
I was hitting a ball, man, I was in a state of neurosis, brother
Did they go and warn you?
Yeah, they came to warn me, but it's firm, bro
I'm firm, soon I'll be there in the neighborhood with you there
It's hot, it's not easy outside, isn't it, trout?
Some gathering enemies, others gathering money
There's always someone to test your faith, but it's on
There's always one more run to do, so, bro, call
Call us there, anything, side by side
Us until the end morô, bro?
I'm on!

Faith in God that he is just!
Hey brother, never forget
On guard, warrior, raise your head, trout
Wherever you are, whatever
Have faith, because even in the landfill, flowers grow
Pray for us, pastor, remember us
In tonight's service, firm, it's still hot
I admire believers, excuse me here
Just a function, just a table, sorry, sorry
I sometimes feel a little insecure
Like a stray, with no faith in the future
Someone is coming there, who is who, who will be my good
Give me my sweatshirt piercing toy!
Because the beaks that see me, with the trout in the club
Try to see, you know what, you don't see anything about me
Because trust is an ungrateful woman
Who kisses you and hugs you, steals you and kills you
Discredit, don't even think, just that
If a fly threatens, catches me, I step on it
The beak went down the throat, chop bandit
He was at home on the mission, bumping into me at Cohab
With a loose shirt, you'll know
God knows, what is wrong with me, enemy in migué
The bell rang, plim, to plot my end
Two armed crazy people, yes, a lighter and a fuse
Ready to call my black girl to talk
That I fucked his girl oh, if she was there
Lying bitch, I've never seen it, it's gone like crazy
Evil spirit! Pussy dog and skirt
I've never been to Talarico and here's the thing
I'm right for the right, like 10 and 10 is 20
Have you ever thought about it, crazy person? And if I'm with my son on the couch
Of unarmed hesitation was that
No guilt and no chance, not even to open your mouth
I was going for it without knowing it, you see, Vida Loka!

Hey, Brown, we're in here, but it'll take a while, trout, call us, brother
No, trout, we're never going to get you into trouble.
We solve it on the street quickly too
But then, it doesn't even get hot, and then, what about that game at the end of the year that you were talking about?
So, trout, take a while, at the end of the year we're going to schedule that game there
Me, you, Blue, the guys from Racionais, everything there, morô, man?
Your visit here is sacred, you don't cross it, morô?

But on the street, no!
Even Jack! There are those who pass a cloth
Impostor, brakeman, passes for a scoundrel
Envy exists and every 10, 5 is in evil
The mother of capital sins is vanity
But if it's to be resolved, to get involved, my name goes, I'll go
Doing what prison is for men?
Naughty me? No, no one is stupid
If you want war, you will have it, if you want peace, I want it double
But a worm is a worm, that's what it is
Crawling on the floor, always underfoot
And speak once, twice, if you dial up to three
On Wednesday, checkmate like chess
I'm a rap warrior, always on high voltage
One by one, God for us, I'm just passing through
Vida Loka, I have no gift for victims
Justice and freedom, the cause is legitimate
My rap makes the song, of the crazy and the romantic, I will
For a child's smile wherever I go
For the partners, I have to offer my presence
Maybe even confusing, but real and intense
My best Marvin Gaye, Saturday on the waterfront
What will be will be, and we will go until the end
Call me, call us, wherever I need to go
In paradise or on judgment day, pastor
And connect me and the brothers, that's the point I ask
Favela, fundão, immortal in my verses
Crazy life

Hey, Brown, it's the tops, brother!
I'm with the brothers there, I'm coming, I'm going to the east side there
I'll be back at like 11 o'clock, morô?
It's firm there, Brown, there, bro, I'm going to hang up
But do you send a shout out to the hood brothers there, morô?
To Gil, morô, bro? For Batatão, for Pacheco
For Porquinho, for Xande, for Dé, morô, man?
Then on the day of the morô game, the Exaltasamba brothers will come
Send a shout out to the pine cones there, morô?
God bless you, brother