Rap Do Silva
Rap Brasil
Silva's Rap
Everyone in this story should pay attention
Because there are a lot of friends who go to the dance
Forget the friction
Let the fight go
And understand the meaning when the DJ rocks
He was just another Silva whose star doesn't shine
He was a funk artist
But he was a family man
He was just another Silva whose star doesn't shine
He was a funk artist
But he was a family man
It was a sunny Sunday
He left in the morning
To play your football
He took a rose to his sister
He gave the children a kiss
He promised not to take long
He told his wife he was coming for lunch
He was just another Silva whose star doesn't shine
He was a funk artist
But he was a family man
He was just another Silva whose star doesn't shine
He was a funk artist
But he was a family man
He was a worker, he took the crowded train
He had good neighbors, he was considered
And everyone said he was a cool guy
Others criticized him because he was a funk artist
Funk is not a fad
It's a necessity
It's to silence the moans that exist in this city
Everyone in this story should pay attention
Because there are a lot of friends who go to the dance
Forget the friction
Let the fight go
And understand the meaning when the DJ rocks
He was just another Silva whose star doesn't shine
He was a funk artist
But he was a family man
He was just another Silva whose star doesn't shine
He was a funk artist
But he was a family man
And as night fell he prepared himself
It's to enjoy your dance
That ran through his veins
It was with the best shirt
Sneakers that you bought hard
And well before time he was already ready
Met up with the gang
Took the crowded tram
His eyes shone
He was excited
His joy was so great
Seeing that I had arrived
He was the first to go down
And by some he was greeted
But on that sad corner
A guy showed up
With a sour face
His soul was pitch black
He carried an iron
In one of your hands
Pulled the trigger
Without giving any explanation
And our poor friend
Who went to the dance to have fun
Today with your family
He won't sleep
He was just another Silva whose star doesn't shine
He was a funk artist
But he was a family man
He was just another Silva whose star doesn't shine
He was a funk artist
But he was a family man
On that sad corner
A guy showed up
With a sour face
His soul was pitch black
He carried an iron
In one of your hands
Pulled the trigger
Without giving any explanation
And our poor friend
Who went to the dance to have fun
Today with your family
He won't sleep
He was just another Silva whose star doesn't shine
He was a funk artist
But he was a family man
He was just another Silva whose star doesn't shine
He was a funk artist
But he was a family man
He was just another Silva whose star doesn't shine
He was a funk artist
But he was a family man
He was just another Silva whose star doesn't shine
He was a funk artist
But he was a family man
He was just another Silva whose star doesn't shine
He was a funk artist
But he was a family man
He was just another Silva whose star doesn't shine
He was a funk artist
But he was a family man
