Retrô (feat. Derxan, LEALL, Btrem, Major RD e Big Bllakk)

[Derxan]
While playing with the motorola on top of the motorcycle
Another innocent young man died up on the hill
From your window, do you see the beach or the BOPE's armored vehicle?
So since God is a black man
I am the voice of the people

Crossing the 7 seas and the Red Sea
It's the greed of these men, and what makes them empty
And this tide of envy coming up to the knee
They're calling me Noah to board the ship

[LEALL]
I'm inside a silver SUV
Where I always walked barefoot
Witnessing the shootouts in my neighborhood
Following tradition, like my good hustler grandfather
I keep money in the Bible, but I confess I don't even read the psalm

If you show yourself fake
We don't even give you a chance
If you come to shake hands
I'll send you to hell

Next step
Now it's a million-dollar talk
My feet on the ground
In my vision always with high thoughts
And she wants to read this word
I had nothing, like an old pirate intending to steal everything

Leaving my mark
I step on the gas
Working hard even when I was mourning
Now they laugh in my face
And in the last season
They acted like they were deaf

Our crew is annoying
And with the concert venues packed
This shit is almost like a cult

[Btrem]
Smiling in my face
Said my career is over

Know that my success
Is a mockery to your face
Rock danger hired me, they call me b trem bullet
Know that I'm a sharpshooter, never miss a play

Now I'm on the team
The terror of these orders
Shoot a burst of rhyme
Or don't even jump into this bullet

Making a fool of yourself
It's better to stay home
Crazy confronts head-on
Know that it doesn't fix anything

[Major RD]
I said I wasn't going to record this
Rap is commitment, that's why I always record

Still rhyming through pain
I hate flowers
I stay cold like a Brastemp fridge

I'm rock
You remember the anthem
Sit down, love has no
And leave smiling

I make a lot of money
Because they're crazy
The gang is from the
Platinum joker casino

My album is a trophy
For those who come from scratch
I write like lightning
And I'm always honest

And I bring leadership
Through rhyme for those with low self-esteem
To stand up to the system

My horse is a serious man
The animal is expensive
Your car doesn't pay the price
Even if you give the rim

Whoever is pure
We're together, whoever is in wickedness
Run, I'm Jungle
We feel in the scent

[Big Bllakk]
And I had plenty of time and a lack of money
I learned to make my moves to win the race
It doesn't matter where you stand at the start
If on the way after the failure you doubt yourself

I feel capable
Very well trained
Responding on the field
To every boo and criticism

I had few
By my side
Count on five
Fingers those who helped

Today many stop
To say
That they supported me one day
I find the hypocrisy funny
I go back until I remember the past
When the shower was
Cold water

I was my own resistance
Without being an electrician
In difficult times only God saw
I went after it, had no luxury
Aham

Man, I closed with the hustle
I could stay a little longer
Press another
But I preferred to hit the track