MERCA-STP CREW
Sincero rapero mi merca se vende en el geto
No juegue con fuego demonio por plata la calle
Se arta, el guetto resguarda
Sincero rapero mi merca se vende en el guetto no
Juegue con fuego
Sonido de pillos delito bandido instrumental asesino
Demonio por plata la calle se arta el guetto resguarda
La droga se paga, se para lo frena, si suma lo resta mi ganga celebra cadenas y perras
Dinero vivencia dinero la llega inhalando la merca sonando la rega
Su gemio no pesa aportamos recetas a mi no mellega
Acarreando su mierda
Somos letales en base animales rugido de calle
Arriba mis canes
Sonido potente salimos de frente directo a tu mente nos tiene de frente
La mafia la casa portamos amenazas buscamos la gaza llenamos la plaza
Movidas las tranzas, la percha, las gafas, los tillos de gama
Mi so no me llega espanta la cena su flow no me pesa
Colombia la escena
Crew en la juega que me quieren ver bajo tierra
Se quedan callados, los mata la envidia nos ven progresando
Saliendo del barrio contando billetes amor por los fajos mi
Banda en lo alto
Espere rata que vamos volando
Asiendo lo que quiero buscando coronar
El casi amor, el amor a mijo ni la fina sonando distinto
En esto ya no quiero nacimos pa triunfar
Se enciende la llama en cada tonada cobrando la falta
Se siente pesada
Asiendo lo que quiero buscando coronar
El casi amor, amor a mijo ni la fina sonando distinto
En eso ya no quiero nacimos pa triunfar
Se enciende la llama en cada tonada cobrando la falta se siente pesada
MERCA-STP CREW
Sincere rapper my merchandise is sold in the ghetto
Don't play with fire demon for money the street
Gets tired, the ghetto protects
Sincere rapper my merchandise is sold in the ghetto don't
Play with fire
Sound of criminals crime bandit killer instrumental
Demon for money the street gets tired the ghetto protects
The drug is paid, it stops it slows down, if it adds it subtracts my gang celebrates chains and bitches
Money experience money arrives inhaling the merchandise dreaming the rega
His moan doesn't weigh we contribute recipes I don't get it
Carrying his shit
We are lethal based animals street roar
Up my dogs
Powerful sound we come out head-on straight to your mind we have it head-on
The mafia the house we carry threats we seek the gaza we fill the square
Moves the deals, the hanger, the glasses, the high-end pills
I don't get it scares the dinner his flow doesn't weigh on me
Colombia the scene
Crew in the game they want to see me underground
They stay silent, envy kills them they see us progressing
Leaving the neighborhood counting bills love for the bundles my
Crew up high
Wait rat we're flying
Doing what I want looking to crown
The almost love, the love to my son not the fine sounding different
In this I don't want anymore we were born to succeed
The flame ignites in every tune collecting the fault
It feels heavy
Doing what I want looking to crown
The almost love, love to my son not the fine sounding different
In this I don't want anymore we were born to succeed
The flame ignites in every tune collecting the fault it feels heavy
Escrita por: CUERVO NEGRO