La Drina

What do you bring that you give?
What do you want that you enter?
Don't talk if you're leaving,
'Cause you look,
'Cause you think,
How are you peeping Toms? (aaai) then "bye, bye" but there's no way, I know why you drool,
I work on my lyrics while you talk, that's why you don't progress,
There you are,
You tell me stories,
There are ridiculous tales,
But yours take the
Prize for worst artist,
So hit the road, today I'm in all the magazines there are,
Whenever you want, you can leave, I'll cover for you
You doubt? Don't tell me, you play my songs and jerk off, enough already, you guys, I'm not cold like "ice," I'm hot with my people, whenever you want, you can check,
And then you talk, comment whatever you want "fools,"
Zatu on the mic, no way! How do you swallow it,
You don't train, that's why you run out of breath and apologize, chill,
I don't care what you do,
In Seville Chester and in Madrid L&M light,
Pirate Hiunday,
taxi driver in the night, Pino Montano on its walls smells like spray,
So what the hell are you talking about?...

[Chorus]
Like the Drina, I raise your
Adrenaline Eh! You know man, ya know what I’m saying?

Some wear out,
Some win
And don’t spend cash, horned vultures drag their antlers
And I consume dough,
fiber, you vibe, throat calibrates,
The black death in a Megane almost throws us off balance.
My crew integrates on a grand scale, Oscar disintegrates metal in slot machines, vinyls in war,
I unwrap like an animal on the beat, for rectal pain, take emoal
And do it right here, I roll like a monkey since I hit the stereo, and to all those junkies with monkey
To the cemetery, the most serious rap, keep building my empire on your criteria,
I told you, I smell new, I stink, and you eh! Who taught you to fuck, who taught you to know, so smart? Are you gonna teach me?
I had class even at birth, who taught you to talk, who taught you to rhyme, are you gonna teach me style?
I have style even when I walk, not by chance, no, but to mess with you, donkey, you won't run, no, when I lay it down, I cause spasms and to the fucking ground, orgasm
And a load on a tissue, dick against brain, typical duel, if I can fly, I'll be the decoy, you don't touch ground? Sure, you'll bite the hook, I left the door open and you can't get it right, you don't wake up?, pick up the Technics, the party's over.

[Chorus]
Like the Drina, I raise your
Adrenaline Eh! You know man, ya know what I’m saying?