ring on my fing' cost Jermaine a lot of dough, oh The fuck am I busting my brain for? Its just the way the game go, oh, it takes 2 to tango You call this
Sangre caliente perfume corriente, medallon bajo la camisa, marlon brando habla de tango, pones en venta tu sex-appeal, cada noche cambia cara cambia
elephants, and bowlin' ball juggle So dont be scared to take the Super Lu route Top 5 alive and I only got 2 out! School ya on your history, I tell ya
Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up (one) Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up (That's what's up) Eh, eh, eh, Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up Wu-Tang, nigga
who were brave Shot and sent to their grave Can't awaken, it's too late Everything's been taken I'm shaken, family, history, the making [Chorus:]
who were brave Shot and sent to their grave Can't awaken, it's too late Everything's been taken I'm shaken, family, history, the making [Chorus:] Never
who were brave Shot and sent to their grave Can't awaken, it's too late Everything's been taken I'm shaken, family, history, the making [Chorus
: Compartimos cuatro semanas en un apartamento en Brooklyn el 424 de Macon Street Ella no sabia explicarme de donde era yo no sabia que habia ido a
: We stared at the sun, too long until the shapes before our eyes turned into the sun, in our eyes We lied to ourselves for awhile in our usual style
vale, que te largues lejos con el bling bling, no traigo gimmicks, solo hago fitness con la voz. Di hola al puto numero uno narrando historias y movidas
on my fing' cost Jermaine a lot of dough, oh The fuck am I busting my brain for? Its just the way the game go, oh, it takes 2 to tango You call this
: Sangre caliente perfume corriente, medallon bajo la camisa, marlon brando habla de tango, pones en venta tu sex-appeal, cada noche cambia cara cambia
historia de un hombre cualquiera que una tarde marchita de domingo pegado al transistor, sufre y espera a que den el resultado del partido. Suena un tango
: Es por decirlo que a este canto doy mi voz soy nacido en Buenos Aires con tango robado a la imaginacion o al recuerdo no lo se. Y aunque burles este
: Para que tanta historia, al final tos queremos lo mismo, vivo la vida, aprieto las tuercas de esta mecanismo pa que tanta historia, al final tos queremos
te deje y no me hablas mas miedo me da el silencio si me grita tu mirada y tantas vueltas que doy para resolver la historia intentado convencerte y me
Pero es como el jardin de mi patio Me envuelve el alma con su delantal Y ya camina despacio Mi abuela es campana que alegra la casa Ella es una historia