Black Uruhu
Yeah my real Bomba Club Canovelles City volumen eight
This is the music from the air ma niggas, yeah, man
Ao rebide I'm ribi divi daaa hey
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, ia
Ei, ei, ei
Broken microphone, mystic global sound the rithm of souul
Real my head alone, living inside on by Babilon
Por soñar soñé, que todo cambiaría
Por pensar pensé, luchar a sangre fría sin perder la fe
Viviendo el día a día. Vas con sentimiento que marcó mi sinfonía
Dadle pan al que no puede comer, dadle bendición al que sepa renacer
Tres mil errores solemos cometer
Pero solo un gran hombre los sabrá reconocer
Y me di cuenta de tantas cosas
Algunas crudas, otras bastante hermosas
Son los más sabios, personas poderosas
No aquellos bastardos que destrozan nuestras prosas
En la perdición mala situación
De manchar tu corazón, por tu mala acción
Dame una razón para darte mi perdón
Siento que tu alma se consume como el humo de este blunt
Derramo poesía
Arte mensajero que reclamo cada día
Pretendo ser sincero, más comparto mi alegría
Con todo caballero que mantenga la presión cuando andamos bajo cero
Sentimientos perdidos con calma, malos actos mancharon tu alma
No pide perdón quien dispara el arma
No sabe que un ladrón se bate con el karma
Broken microphone mystic global sound the rythym of soul
Real my head alone, living inside on by Babilon
One again the respect from volumen eight, ma niggas. on volume eight
This is Kion Studio, respect
Alright, alright, alright
Bad boy kills, criminal of sound are rich, money is a gun for meee
Respect the nation, belong in time like this
Bad boy kills, criminal of sound are rich, money is a gun for meee
Respect the nation, oh, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
When I am smoking from the studio of Kion
I wanna gun and Pure Negga on the flow
When a liva liva liva liva liva sound
Black Uruhu
Yeah, my real Bomba Club Canovelles City volume eight
This is the music from the air, my dudes, yeah, man
Oh, I’m back, I’m vibing, yeah, hey
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, yeah
Hey, hey, hey
Broken microphone, mystic global sound, the rhythm of soul
Just me in my head, living inside Babylon
I dreamed that everything would change
I thought about fighting cold-blooded without losing faith
Living day by day. You go with the feeling that marked my symphony
Give bread to those who can’t eat, give blessings to those who know how to rise again
We make three thousand mistakes
But only a great man will know how to own them
And I realized so many things
Some harsh, others quite beautiful
They are the wisest, powerful people
Not those bastards who tear apart our prose
In the downfall, a bad situation
Staining your heart with your bad actions
Give me a reason to give you my forgiveness
I feel your soul burning like the smoke from this blunt
I spill poetry
Art is the message I claim every day
I try to be sincere, but I share my joy
With every gentleman who keeps the pressure when we’re below zero
Lost feelings with calm, bad deeds stained your soul
No one asks for forgiveness who pulls the trigger
Doesn’t know that a thief battles with karma
Broken microphone, mystic global sound, the rhythm of soul
Just me in my head, living inside Babylon
Once again, respect from volume eight, my dudes, on volume eight
This is Kion Studio, respect
Alright, alright, alright
Bad boy kills, criminal of sound is rich, money is a gun for me
Respect the nation, belonging in times like this
Bad boy kills, criminal of sound is rich, money is a gun for me
Respect the nation, oh, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
When I’m smoking from the Kion studio
I wanna gun and Pure Negga on the flow
When a liva liva liva liva liva sound