Hip hop [music] if you don't know, this hip hop thing will sustain me. Tomorrow, I'm going to win the battle of R. Bal. Do it for the love of God. You hate me because I'm black. Black, I'm like that. Three, my living well. Counting this one, she thought I was cute. She liked the skin. It's TR lost lessons on my cell phone; he went crazy and didn't want to pay me. I'm on the street, my phone doesn't touch my phone. It plays drill; she has charm, I have cas. I do bit, I stay. If she thinks I'm a cheat, she throws money on my bed because that's what I like. Short story that I posted hanging out with DeMarco, who lent the melody. He's just alone again, listening to Pilgrimage. Kilos and kilos of money in my wardrobe. Girl, can you come into the room? Just don't touch my clothes. Ringing loudly from the loudspeaker of this box with my man, this guy is sure, so call him F. You hesitated with me; I don't want to talk. My men are angry; they want to erase you. I want you dead; you caused me stress. I spent hours thinking; I'm going to introduce you, Shy, my love. Today I'm going to set you loose. I hated this one for Mata shot in the mouth with identity disorder and also with depression. You better run; she thinks she's a canon. Don't beg for your life; you're losing hope. PIS the comb; we made an alliance. True love never forgets. I love you; you kill true love. We never forget. I love you; you kill your [ __ ]. I'm sad; I only have my oit. I'll only be happy with my glass in my hand or your body on the floor. Don't fool me; I know who the race ones are and the ones who are going to go crazy. Don't come to my stall unless they're good from Ronca and hungry. We have dinner smoking to the gills. What's on the bill now? All I care about is Maria and Juana. Let them tell me what I want. My progress and PR watch my show; they will buy tickets. Stuck in this place, my girl is in the bag. Madruga in the hood on the street. I'm rolling in the plug with the brothers vest and other plans. Nothing stops me; I'm dying rich this year. Today it's a fact. I don't want it anymore to exist while she freaks out in the drip of my vi. I stink of belief; you can even feel the pieces. It's not a dog, but a dog until it barks. I'm Joker, the most different clown. The guys want to be the same and don't get tired of envying me. She always says she loves me, is that I'm [ __ ] funny that I do it.