Zinedine
Follow me, morir a flechazos como Boromir
Dile que esto está palgaret como la zurda de Gareth
Poeta violento porque tengo grandes planes
El Hueco produce y yo cuido que nada falle
Never talk to the popo, no hay time pa fotos
Salgo con el cora roto, ¿no lo notas? Yo lo noto
Te conocen por el mote, la mota, o la moto
Se podría hacer más simple pero adoro este barroco
I love everyday, hate everyday
Soy republicano vosotros me haréis el rey
Mi reina era bella y mala como Cersei
Senseis en fila, 666, lila
Il cento per cento desde el inicio
Presión en el noventa Raúl González sacrificio
Estamos en el descuento y celebramos hasta los córners
Hasta que pite el árbitro aquí nadie está conforme
Curas dormidos, polución nocturna
Pequeños monaguillos, visitas nocturnas
Perros, policías, papeletas y urnas
Las risas de la hienas vienen de Alta Alcurnia
Le rapeo al barman, no me faltan los insultos, Cartman
El sonido siempre fino, Burman
El anillo siempre en el pinky, Birdman
Ponte Taburete y no me des la murga
Tus colegas te quieren porque les das droga
Un día te entraran al punto los del pola
Te quitaran los kilos a punta de pistola
Nadie te llamará y te quedarás a solas
Voy con mis drari' cojeando por la calle
Me bebo un Bloody Mary y espero a que todo estalle
Millones de monjas están pidiendo el Satisfyer
Le rezan a Dios y le agradecen el detalle
Pimpin', ahora lleva blingbling, el jefe Kingpin
Mi semen en tu cara, lifting
Danger, flexione' a palmá', taxi driver
Por la noche, los pulmones Darth Vader
Te atamos una losa al pie, mystic river
No sé lo que digo, escribo lo que el boli pide
Free holidays, lo pasaremos diver
Es una sorpresa así que no vale que mires
Zinedine, le doy la vuelta al mundo
Zinedine, si me das bola la controlo
Zinedine, eh tú engánchala como sea
Soy Zizou, no me hables de volea
Zinedine
Follow me, die by arrows like Boromir
Tell him this is palgaret like Gareth's left foot
Violent poet because I have big plans
The Hollow produces and I make sure that nothing fails
Never talk to the popo, there is no time for photos
I come out with a broken heart, don't you notice? I notice it
They know you by your nickname, your mota, or your motorcycle
It could be made simpler but I love this baroque
I love everyday, hate everyday
I am a republican, you will make me king
My queen was beautiful and evil like Cersei
Senseis in a row, 666, lilac
Cento per cento from the beginning
Pressure in the nineties Raul Gonzalez sacrifice
We are in extra time and we celebrate until the corners
Until the referee blows the whistle, no one here is satisfied
Sleeping cures, nocturnal pollution
Little altar boys, night visits
Dogs, police, ballots and ballot boxes
The laughter of hyenas comes from High Norse
I rap to the bartender, I have no shortage of insults, Cartman
The sound is always fine, Burman
The ring is always on the pinky, Birdman
Put on a stool and don't bother me
Your colleagues like you because you give them drugs
One day the Poles will attack you at once
They will take away your kilos at gunpoint
No one will call you and you will be left alone
I'm limping down the street with my drari'
I drink a Bloody Mary and wait for everything to explode
Millions of nuns are asking for the Satisfyer
They pray to God and thank him for the detail
Pimpin', now wearing blingbling, the Kingpin boss
My semen on your face, lifting
Danger, palm flex, taxi driver
At night, Darth Vader's lungs
We tied a slab to your foot, mystic river
I don't know what I'm saying, I write what the pen asks for
Free holidays, we will have fun
It's a surprise so there's no point in looking
Zinedine, I'm going around the world
Zinedine, if you give me the ball I'll control it
Zinedine, hey, hook her up anyway
I'm Zizou, don't talk to me about volleys