Bombo Clap

And in the end falls in love,
I'm sorry to spoil the end of the movie for you,
But reality is not so ridiculous,
And I give it to you on a silver platter,
Whispering behind your ear,
This rap about a bass drum and a clap,
I bring words worth more than an image,
I write pages always respecting the margin,
You can hire a detective,
You can save any monument in honor of the writer,
For whatever may happen,
I confess there are stages to step on and cities to conquer,
Boarding a van,
Enjoying the scenery and this love for art is all my luggage,
Between you and me respect unites us, link,
And I seal verses pulling with a set square and ruler,
We are professionals,
I'll tell you when unconditional fans commit crimes of passion,
I talk about love and respect again,
That's why the audience says yes with a gesture
And I feel happier than with new shoes,
And I put enthusiasm which is another kind of orgasm,
When the monkey doesn't come out, the dog we carry inside does,
Sometimes I bark, other times I wag my tail if I'm happy,
And sometimes I sleep badly and abandoned,
Take a look at me, my guardian angel gave me the slip,
Just with paper and a pen is enough for me,
Not even Cervantes or Shakespeare would doubt my work,
You know my verse is unanimous and my metric is exact,
Have a few extra drinks, let it be recorded.

And in the end he vomits,
To those who drink liters with a straw, just jerks off,
Or if you want to get to 20 nails looking north,
I put you to the sound of a clap and a bass drum,
Shear your bush of hair, they say,
I'm afraid my ex-barber killed his old lady for money,
My neck was between his scissors playing with my neck for 800 and something bucks,
Wow! I don't take risks with dandruff in the wind,
I feel alive while dead, but today I'm happy,
Give me a finger of vertical cacique
Up to the third ice after the gunfire I deserve it,
I believe, then consequences of aupa
To put my hands to my head, beginning of a heart attack, once again,
Catheter in the ass or in the aorta
Hate contributes to this mission of being the most drunk, please,
I don't want your recorder to start my nose,
Why don't you talk, why the hell not, I can't stand it,
Interviews were never with me
And what can be done, shy whip, the boy is weird
I like to catch red lights in the car with my head down and the bass up,
I like the d-lay that my technician Marcos puts in concerts at the exact moments (of course),
Great magician, great lazy,
I deserve a party on May 1st in well-given highlighted bars,
After all this have you thought about leaving us,
If rap and you are like distant cousins.

They fall like flies...
Kase o, there are only borders on paper,
Given that the alcohol content in the kel
Is high my rebel friend cannot be missing,
Always with the same old story,
Fill the belly, let the smoke in,
Tempt the snake, in front of the bar counter
Or on the street, drinking some warm liters,
I remember when I was happy and a teenager,
Every binge was different,
Tripping is fashionable today, what you see,
But don't get involved with dslsd people,
I can enjoy without money and delight myself,
If I have verses in the inkwell and want to merge
Lakes of love to those I love
And as long as I stay healthy I don't despair,
I haven't lost faith, the closest thing to heaven
Are those tits with a taste of coffee and Baileys and ice,
I long for it, my shit is distressing,
I contemplate my joy in bankruptcy and continue as if nothing,
Because it's not madness, it's your way of being,
Only a few in my mental plane, I said,
It's not madness, it's my way of being,
That's why some girls still want to know about Javier,
I also want to dance with you,
Know that there are symptoms of immaturity and vulgarity,
I'm a fish, you're a net, I'm the chef,
Since on the shirt like Diego I wear the ten,
You have to assimilate my lyrical ability,
You don't have to think um to mitigate your criticism,
Yes, yes, already, already, mama!
My style justifies the fame, what are you talking about?
Ah! my rhyme is legitimate, a victim of criticism for being intimate
Some rappers think they see my end,
They can't imagine the discipline
We have imposed on anyone who wants to be a professional,
Look Javi at the end of the concerts,
On the mic Ari leaves them speechless,
They stay awake, that night and the next and the next,
Looking for the rhyme that is pending,
When only the noise of the factories is heard,
In Zaragoza the city never sleeps girls,
Time is money and I've crossed the lines,
Sorry rebel I invite you to a rum and what else?

What do you mean what else? if I'm up on the roof,
The earth has been cared for in fallow for a while, oh my friend,
Rap unites us to the navel the wind that I follow you,
I say what I say and other colorful things,
It's a scandal of bad competition,
My age in innocence I left it in a loop locked up,
Don't come out of there, you're not going to talk,
With your talk you could mess up my life,
Morning sun, clothes impregnate the healthy soul,
That damn heart I have sleeps in bed,
And I want to lift it up make it immense and not screw it up,
For you my poor man from night to dawn,
I'm not just any word gatherer that appear in bunches
Like fleas in the beards of an old stoner
I'm great, awesome,
And the competition doesn't make a knot in my chest, I don't know,
It's the logical evolution of a man,
Another level of vibration nothing more you,
That for a while I'm Gabriel the angel,
And others Nosferatu in a trance,
I'll be a bad boy when they legalize me,
I'll have good mornings when they prohibit them,
Six devils tell me they abduct me,
That I won't be my god until they stigmatize me,
More competition and rebellion,
Than being a pensive absent in my branch and with my nose closed,
Seer of the circumstances of the day,
It costs to feel the present and notice your loneliness
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