41.008 (nivel Pino Montano)

We advance 2000, we evolve, Nolotil for those we make sick, 1000 headaches we give, sorry I can only do Rap that ages, mine is not getting up early, it's falling and being up, given colored dice adorned with embroidered microphones on the sides I've thrown, mistreated hearts, sick people facing off, men destroyed on this side are lying, my clear eyes shine, they move when you sleep by your side, I am a privileged being and not always win tomorrow in my bed we will practice Chanana!! Because tonight my sister is lying in my bed watching TV, I know it hurts, run go and tell her to fight, that Zatu is great and still gets wet when it rains, we clash, we seek freshness and mess up, Friday 10 I said Rap in Spanish masters of the world when we walk and if you go how are we? Three of us are left over we put and take away, we handle, we have holes in our hands we neither save nor spend, we melt you squander, turn us off and we'll take off, we evade, we take off if you can take off, let's count how many of us are going? We don't finish, we start 41008 Pino Montano Level.

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Today I only dream of more. 41008 Pino Montano Level

There was a time when I made friends in a hurry, now watch who you step on place me on your shelf, I had a time of changes and shit that life improvises, learning to respect those who cook for me, with me today who mobilizes the neighborhood that covers from Continent to Telepizza, the great garden of my delights. Come here and step on it papaya and pollen putting fragility it hypnotizes you, spinning tops, lime chalk weaves, have changed for video game consoles Shit!! The shit hits a nostalgic without hurry, I don't like today's Fugees I liked you Monalisa, there who warns me, hey!! Zatu you have to hurry up this explodes and you don't see it, I always did well walking little by little, with my coconut ideas with which I almost touch the sky, I always say let yourself fall and don't stick your nose, don't act crazy I know what you carry, who you hang out with where you go that's not little moron what shit are you growing under that fluff? Autumn afternoons begin my inspiration, Zatu always surprises has a new song, everyone asks is it a gift? Isn't it? My only gift is a D with a dot in front of the name, my street is already full of dry leaves, the girls have covered their breasts, the cold tightens, the band hides under the market repeating the story, when the sun puts us on a diet.