Una letra mas - T&k

Is this one let it mute, rimo porque mi salud

Agarro mic, one two, one two

Esto es happy two, quieren rapear, pobres zorras

Y se creen the thugs, acá tenemos mas bolas

Que un fucking pool, tenemos la cancha, también la school

Son, tenemos droga, que te relaja como yoga

Ajá, así se cataloga

No, nunca dialogamos con los toga, no sigan la soga

(What) No me la bajan ni con soda

Te dio un infarto como a Luca Prodan

Still to keep it real, maintain to keep the street for la

Acá el underground es de verdad

Eh yo, Florencio Varela esto es mi ciudad

Crecí rapeando en las vías de mi ciudad

Yo, freestyle ni falta, ready to die, beautiful time

Todo quedo atrás pero me da igual ya

Eh yo, la calle me presto on the mic

Flasheaba escuchando the Busta Rhymes

Ha, yo lo dejo todo por la sonrisa de Ty

Sigo el game desde mi lugar te subo el pulgar y ya

Is this whom o le que, muy distinto de lo que hace usted

Is this whom o le que, one more time, once again

(Yo) Once again, (Yo) once again (Yo, yo)

Is this whom o le que, muy distinto de lo que hace usted

Is this whom o le que, one more time, once again

(Yo) Once again, (Yo) once again (Yo, yo)

Yo escribo como a mí me copa

Yo, ustedes venden su ropa para pegar falopa

De que van a hablar, son cuatro de copas

Me van a ver hasta en la sopa

Eh yo, I like it writing classics, shit

Escribo música para mi' friends

No la escribo para quien, la chupa por un par de cien

Y no entiende bien cómo es este fucking game

Eh yo, del tren solamente me importa el riel (Claro)

Me relaciono con el rap y le soy fiel

Equilibrado como skater, desayunando con Budweiser

No soy un faker, si es lo que creen

Con mi disco yo hice lo que quise (Yao)

Te dejo el culo en Filipinas o Belice

Soy agresivo, si así se dice

Porque veo todo en blanco y grises

Is the u tall winner

Is the u tall winner

Is the u tall winner

Is the u tall winner

Is the u tall winner

Is the u tall winner

Is this one let it mute, I rhyme because my health

I grab the mic, one two, one two

This is happy two, they want to rap, poor bitches

And the thugs believe, here we have more balls

What a fucking pool, we have the court, also the school

They are, we have drugs, that relaxes you like yoga

Aha, that's how it's classified

No, we never dialogue with the toga, do not follow the rope

(What) They don't even bring it down with soda

He gave you a heart attack like Luca Prodan

Still to keep it real, maintain to keep the street for the

Here the underground is real

Hey me, Florencio Varela this is my city

I grew up rapping on the tracks of my city

Me, freestyle or missing, ready to die, beautiful time

Everything is left behind but I don't care now

Hey me, the street lends me on the mic

I flashed listening to the Busta Rhymes

Ha, I give it all up for Ty's smile

I follow the game from my place I'll give you a thumbs up and that's it

Is this whom or what, very different from what you do

Is this who or what, one more time, once again

(I) Once again, (I) once again (I, I)

Is this whom or what, very different from what you do

Is this who or what, one more time, once again

(I) Once again, (I) once again (I, I)

I write as I drink

Yo, you sell your clothes to paste falopa

What are they going to talk about, it's four of cups

They will see me even in the soup

Hey me, I like it writing classics, shit

I write music for my friends

I do not write it for who, sucks it for a couple of hundred

And he doesn't quite understand how this fucking game is

Hey me, I only care about the train (Of course)

I relate to rap and I am faithful to it

Balanced as a skater, having breakfast with Budweiser

I'm not a faker, if that's what you think

With my record I did what I wanted (Yao)

I'll leave your ass in the Philippines or Belize

I'm aggressive, if you say so

Cause I see everything in white and gray

Is the u tall winner

Is the u tall winner

Is the u tall winner

Is the u tall winner

Is the u tall winner

Is the u tall winner