He's a baller He sits on the Latin Throne He sits on the He's a hustler He's a baller Second Verse [SPM]: Latin Throne I got scars jumpin' metal
freedom that they see While America's fucking over every single country Whoa, ho, fuck World Trade, fuck the state Fuck America Fuck America Fuck America Fuck America
( Jefs ) En secuencia se desliza el momento violento lento yo solo siento un................ Y pasado a la historia la sangre corria y ten~ia las aceras
( Jefs ) El sol se esconde la oscuridad reina es la hora mis negocios abren sus puertas suena el telefono para pedidos importantes (alo si ok llego en
( Jefs ) Denso directo adentro , entrando por los oidos bajo EFX de la pozze con estilo un siglo siete an~os para su fin sin muchos cambios se va si
es talco para los pies ves digo 1 19 193 sera un numero de rescate o mi RUT tal vez simplemente es mi edad y el an~o dela pozze latina es mi sangre no
( Jefs ) Rompiendo el silencio yo vengo llegando demostrando no imponiendo mi estilo tensivo latino infinito en orgullo seguro llegando primero sincero
Yea , Ha it's Fresh Uh See it's Aaron Fresh On The Name Tag Call Me Fabolous Cuz You Can Throw it in The Bag Shawty Lookin Right And She Wanna Be Bad
Looking into her shadowed eyes Looking into her shadowed skies Dead America Breathing her air Feeling her scare Dead America The streets are throbbing
keep the lot There's plenty of space in the parking lot A head full of hopes A pocket full of dreams Handle bars coming apart At the seams There goes Johnny America
enough lawyer I can do anything in Beautiful America. I want to be in America, Okay for me in America, everything's free in America, for a small fee in America
?? a a?? kicking High heel machine gun rap arriba! Faster, faster a?? You'll be in a daze all night just watchin' (Watch out for) Latin lightnin' When Latin
Amigo e coisa pra se guardar Debaixo de sete chaves Dentro do corarcao Assim falava a cancao Que na America ouvi Mas quem cantava chorou Ao ver seu amigo
I took a shot at the world And I missed (amo te') Traded my bow for a new year's kiss Broken arrows and loveless wrists Tell "J.C." I'm dying in Mass
The music was new black polished chrome And came over the summer like liquid night. The DJ's took pills to stay awake and play for seven days They
[Choir:] Respice, quaesumus, Domine Famulam tuam Evita In infirmitate Et animam refove, quam creasti Ut castigationibus emendata Se tua sentiat medicina
Soy, soy lo que dejaron Soy toda la sobra de lo que se robaron un pueblo escondido en la cima mi piel es de cuero por eso aguanta cualquier clima Soy
Do you remember where you were on that day? A day of life sentences and x-rays My name was on that birthday cake [Chinga] Your mother, your father, your