Malas vibras (feat. 3HS)

Everyone has problems and a strategy
I'm calm waiting for what's coming and if it surprises me
It never got cold here and not even in your only crew were from this damn crew
And if you understood this is what the modest

The hand doesn't shake with wasted time
They are 1 2 they are 6 but who died if not more counted with the cruel
Today what's up with the house full of pure wankers
The place of shit and the burning zone

That is forbidden
We entered with discipline and it was lethal
The humming of the rhymes with the twelve I'm going to shoot
That's not rap nor showing your outfit you son of a bitch (shit, shit, shit)

What's up, what's chonqing, what jonqui
That hardcores in the house for drugs is useless
Who gets more involved or who is more psychopathic
Welcome to the fucking shit the big score

So they swallow the phlegm to hell with problems
I haven't stepped on the platforms I keep dreaming in the tatemas
Mine don't fail me I pass and everyone shuts up
I'm a creative mind intoxicated with tonayán

If I raise my damn voice it's because I've earned respect
(It's the thr rocking on the concrete)
Many bring our school insult right and left
Mcs little princesses I make them swallow my shit

I laugh at things also at the wanker of davo
Ask those fakes where the hell they were raised
Comment from the kodigo but that one is already extinct
We brought it down from the sky, that's why they weren't comfortable

We rap for the real they rap for your taste
How can there be envy of your marica rhymes
If any of my clique would make you cry
I'm not talking about my drugs it's not something that concerns you
Don't tell me about craziness or persecutions either
If in the criminal house you learned what you know

This is dedicated to those who stepped into the room were born here (HA) and today they step on the sky
To all those kids I make them kiss the ground
They don't follow my lines and don't chant my songs
They are just empty minds I rap for the skeletons
Here they throw if they came out of this house Unfortunately we raised Ticks

Yeah lows, but not the ones you bring in your car What you feel in your abdomen is our job
We are the thorns in a bush
You see our silhouette peeking over the horizon
I call Uriel but if they speak don't hinder us
Don't show us fame we are just damn bad people

Ill-gotten to the little rapper where I live
I ridicule pure damn thr cru2
Let them face the truth I doubt it
Because you're a fake
We have you in our sights to be frank with you I'm talking about the felies and that bunch of idiots Cross over here we'll leave you without attire This goes straight stereotype of black (ha)

Today we don't stop bothering We'll put you in your black coto with promo a tag
The drugs lifting by our own account our freedom
Another culture the rawest in the scene that no one knows
We stand out in the 12

So we're not like anyone else I just give them the rhythm
You keep recording saying I'm still the same
Some were others want to be like mine Now I trust few
Only from my problems and your songs I laugh

We're not cold or okay
We give each other a frep or what
Everything they do I've already heard
Before if they could use they would use the most instrumental rap, hip hop
In 2012 it loses its adequacy it's not envy I just say what happened
Ask them if they deny it they'll say it rubbed them
They'll never admit that it hit them
We are soldiers to bring back what's forgotten
THR we are
We're going for lead soldiers
Yes
2012
It's the heaviest shit
THR