Braba da Coro

From Coro Real Trap
TZ Real Trap
Making money the troop plays dirty
Bro, the game is dirty
Those who interfere wish me harm
But we show that it's pure
Sell drugs, invest
Firm on the talk
We aim for gold
We aim for luxury
But I want double
The company wants double
Friends are at war
I don't run away either

Oh, I just want what's mine to rise
Oh, I also dream of seeing the game turn
Oh, crime doesn't allow mistakes

You make a mistake, you pay with your life
Make room for another vacancy
That's the pace of the bullet train
Bullet is in the chamber
The wave perfumes the air

Just to ease things lately
Look at my heavy designer gun
Look at this bitch screaming, it's Tizi
Don't touch the jewelry or you'll slip
Profiting PayPal, several Parafal

Rich black, without appearing in the newspaper
The 5 seasons your sauce
Turns into a sieve and the media applauds
Burning and pulago is calm in a house

The favela is turning into firewood in the fire and
Wants to give an opinion
Live life before it closes
Make the deal before the kids charge you
TZ traffics, traffics, traffics 30-rounds