Gusto Ko - Gloc 9, Sean Daniel, Daniele Shaun

Pag ako ay lumaki ako ay bibili

Ng gitara dahil gusto kong maging isang sikat

Gusto kong maging isang sikat na rock star

Gusto kong maging isang sikat na rap star

Pag ako ay lumaki ako ay bibili

Ng mikropono para ako’y maging isang sikat

Gusto kong maging isang sikat na rock star

Gusto kong maging isang sikat na rap star

Isang araw nang ako’y tumawag sa telepono

Gamit landline sabi sa 'kin ng kausap ko

Pumunta ka dito sa Las Pinas ngayon na

May pag-uusapan tayong bagay na mahalaga

Bumiyahe ng tatlong oras umuwing nagtataka

Akala ko kung ano masisisante lang pala

Simula noon ay itinaga ko sa bato

Kahit na anong mangyari ay maririnig mo to

Naaalala ko pa 'nun pag namumulot ng buto

Nangangarap ng gising na sa isip kaya ko to

Pero di naging madali isa pa wala kang pera

Parang batuta ang dala na sumugod sa giyera

Ganon talaga ang buhay pero handa kong suungin

Kapag hawak ang mikropono dapat laging sunugin

Itago ang pagkakataon lalo na kung mainit

Handa kong habulin kung sino ako sa panaginip

Parang gutom na aso lahat aking papatulan

Kahit na anong kanta lahat ay aking lalatagan

Sumali sa paligsahan ng pagsulat ng kanta

At ang pangsiyam na kalaban ko ay si Jimmy Antipota

Kahit talo kesihoda ang premyo keso de bola

Sako-sakong mga letra baon ko sa kaserola

Sino yon?

Gloc 9, yung nag rap ng mabilis

Mukhang pandak sa TV ang boses ay medyo manipis

At ang buhok ay palinis sa’min ni Jose Rizal

Di pantay ang ulo ko kaya di pwedeng semikal

Kinabisadong mga bara kaya medyo kritikal

Hindi tumitigil parang may ininom na ketical

Sumabay ako sa koro ng kulay abo na aso

Binanatan ng bagsakan at masayang sumaludo

Sa mga idolo ng mga idolo

Laging kinakanta kahit di banggitin ang titulo

Pare wag mo kong kulitin alam mo ang aking sagot

Hindi ako ang susunod malapit na kong mayamot

Itanong mo kay sir ely, sir raims, sir chits

Isa lamang ang aking ituturo si sir kiks

When I grow up I will buy

Of the guitar because I want to be a famous

I want to be a famous rock star

I want to be a famous rap star

When I grow up I will buy

A microphone for me to be famous

I want to be a famous rock star

I want to be a famous rap star

One day I called on the phone

Using a landline, the person I was talking to told me

Come here to Las Pinas now

We are going to talk about something important

Traveled three hours home wondering

I thought what could just be fired

Since then I have kept it in stone

No matter what happens you will hear it

I still remember picking up bones

Dreaming of waking up in my mind I can do it

But it hasn’t been easy yet you don’t have money

Like a baton, he rushed to the war

That's really how life is but I'm ready to go

When holding the microphone should always burn

Hide the opportunity especially if hot

I am ready to chase who I am in the dream

Like a hungry dog ​​I will beat everyone

No matter what song everyone is I will cover

Join the song writing contest

And my ninth opponent was Jimmy Antipota

Even kesihoda loses the cheese ball prize

I carry sacks of letters in the casserole

Who is that?

Gloc 9, the one who raps fast

It looks short on TV the voice is a bit thin

And Jose Rizal cleaned our hair

My head isn't even so I can't be semical

Memorized obstructions are therefore quite critical

Doesn't stop as if someone drank ketical

I joined the choir of the gray dog

Slapped on the floor and happily saluted

To the idols of idols

Always sung even without mentioning the title

Please don't tease me, you know my answer

I’m not the next one I’m about to get bored

Ask sir ely, sir raims, sir chits

Only one I will teach sir kiks