Dispuestos A Dar El Golpe (en Inglés) Lyrics - Porta

[Samo] 

I I 

I have every reason 

I write, pa close the mouths of the plague in a manner that is in my city 

am that which 

said he is not uploaded 

I do not value the rap for not putting scratches do not know what I mean? 

you can bruise your great balls 

Long Pond tread white face reason why I write 

the rock with which I have never spoken 

the rap tabloids and was demonstrated 

books to conquer the field of tranqui yo yo yo 

of any mud aprato 

in short time be the record straight 

That'll take care of your models protect rare 

there is not anything here, so long that you hope an LP 

if the lyrics here are already jokes LP 

this is personal relief and point 5 minutes 

firing to kill the cute pa 

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[Dan] 

Eh I returned with a blank page 

saw the slaughter begin 

with a base of cubase 

phrases you 

the false vacuum 

not expect to fail 

I'm the guy who batio, batio 

from the same 

the courts of the courtyard 

not reach me because I am on another level lyric 

keep talking shit behind his back and without cause 

I still firmly in charge of healing to script 

I keep mine with a bell 

dragging these microbes 

many moons without burning the notebook to sleep 

I go out when they are speaking without knowledge 

invest time in this 

I suplevo 

without touching the eggs 

convert letters stories 

where everyone is dead 

time after finishing the compas 

think they already know you do not feel so great 

Casique here to view 

without complex 

but as complex 

that a level of pentium 

I find it far close 

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[Silver] 

Samo and brought Dan and rhymes from the north 

Darko makes you shiver when you're with a cut 

no surprises there 

letters to the table 

retabucion always despite my best defense 

I give my hand but I never make pacts 

my style is different but that does not carry a cacko 

I am a hacker and pack in your room spit micro gene 

with an accurate flow 

uff fresh 

Once there I 

my name is silver 

and on the street always time 

I with my brother 

with a microphone in his hand 

Claim improvising bases 

[Darko] 

I entered the competitive 

while your competitors strips 

fuck I'm back pa 

to see you fall into the toilet 

and flush 

I get tired of drinking my ass 

I take hip-hop in his veins 

if calling thulium 

I write what I see and think 

that there much dead yokel 

MC leave this lame to you call this alphabet 

question is vacileo 

I defend this guy 

in some of these verses 

see them dead is my great desire 

languages are so acidic that prepares your gravestone 

if you're suicidal 

your tongue will be your rope 

I have too much saliva 

to cushion your fall 

make your criticisms 

I splashed your shit fag 

Forum amarrao without accord 

I leave you lame awarded quasimodo 

you delete the map 

I run this item 

I want you to clear 

darko is my nickname 

[Porta] 

Hip hop my move, just a feeling 

hardcore rap to continue listening to right now 

with a precise flow, narrated at sixteen 

I'm workaround and I'd dwarf the nail 

fit into each drum in each box 

paragraph dealt with because I have an advantage, 

I heard that you played with my rap straws 

you keep doing those, 

Do you really run with my rap? my rap that you learn 

Porta Rap group representing my Command 

with Samo, Dan, Silver and Darko loans you still fucking, 

flying through the sky are the top performing 

we cut the wings because we are already very high, 

away from your rap out of your colegueo 

you know I'm in the clouds and from there I see you and greet you 

you look so small you know you've arrived here without a fucking ass licking