Rappers get so quiet, Rappers get so quiet, Rappers get so quiet Yeah I know this ain't boxing but that's still Ah! The light went out,
the arrow sang to me, it hung me on the cross.
I poured myself the Tanqueray, I opened the Nordic Blue.
Tell me where are you? (Mommy Blue).
I am blessed, but she is voodoo,
Call me crazy so you don't think about what you fail.
I paint you pictures in the blue sky,< br/>hypocritical necessity savoring the hit of the blunt.
If I had an Achilipun palace,
I pay for the carpaccio, I eat the tiramisu,
I look for the flux, I'll take it to be told bonjour,
I turn on the skunk, fifteen microns marks the scale.
Since we are going to step on glass, wear Jimmy Choo,
loyalty to the carnal until the coffin,
a My father's words are not worth much, poor ignorant person is not going to talk about being under the bitumen. I am not for the best, nor for what you, and that He only calls me darling if I spill tuna on him.
From when Lexatint and Chardonnay for breakfast (no)
from when I said I'm leaving, cousin, I don't know about you.
You see yourself again taking out the zipper, dejavu,
we were already runners with those in blue,
I turn on the victory one leaving the club,
Echoes del RocÃo plays, I savor the Cardhu.
I write you letters from the front without any destination,
I turn the jar around while I let out the uuuuhhh,
grandma tired of asking Jesus,
that is greasy, but trust yourself.
The thing was beautiful for an I and a you,
I paint you pictures in the sky, dejavu,
hypocritical necessity but she is voodoo,
there is nothing now more than talking, the light has already gone out.
Rappers get so quiet,
Rappers get so quiet,
Rappers get so quiet
Yeah I know this ain't boxing but that's still

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