1Kilo Poucos Vão Entender Lyrics English Translation

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Moving fast

On the other hand, I ran away from the line where they dictate the direction

Introducing the view that

Life goes right

Verse 1

Dope dealer style

Full and short life, freedom

Live today, if it's not going to be the best then there's no will

There's no advantage to being one of them anymore

I'm on the fringes of the ordinary

That's the last year I lose sleep winning the world

Full glass to the mouth, flow to make them crazy

The future is me, and when you understand, I've already launched another

Focus on runs, new problems the old-fashioned way

Living corner in the vein, without half the truth

It's 1kilo on the beat

Plate, respect the untouchable

Kings and ruins, since the dream is beyond reality

Plate, respect the untouchable

Kings and ruins, since the dream is beyond reality

Fame was never my vision

That's just merit for having a job well done

If it hit you, it was my intention

Why I've never confused bag pelação with respect

You can try to crush me, go, you can try to stop me, don't

Think I'm more of a piece of shit who's going to be pissed when you criticize me

Lek, you don't give if the is going to battle, because

When pelé is in the mic, send the song and make the jump

They try to oppress me, but there's no way

If I have concept it's because, bro, I knew how to get

Producers fight for respect

Fans fight over photo for facebook post

Brother I'm pissed and hefty

This isn't just based and beat for you to rhyme

This is my life my routine, my rush

And no son of a bitch is going to slow me down

My hymn is peace, to try to flourish in you

Something that in your hand serves as a lesson for you to grow

I don't understand between us the lack of love

For those who suffer from the same struggle and cry of the same pain

You say unity is utopia

But what you say only serves to praise self-centrism

Control the fight

Of your demons feeding the king in your belly

You say my ideas are immature

I'm out of control but I follow embraced in my posture

You think I'm going to go with it?

If the mistakes were going to graduate me, why did I repeat the year?

And I'm on a tightrope between my strands

And God knows which way I fall

Maybe I'll become a good lawyer or a president

Or kill the president and buy a good lawyer

It's fucking hot, but if I'm going to call at work

I go for the love of the burden, away from the uniform, it is fact

It's for the gift of god by the sound with my allies

It's on, it's low box, hug

Then quiet the faixo and listen to the track

That it's easy for you to be fake, to be fake that forces the verse

Take vision: how many brothers who go in vain to the cemetery

Seriously, the hatred that the game generates

It's favorable for the state that fucks us and sells war

Those who fall apart screams and falls

Those who thrive are quiet takes the goal and goes

Focused and hefty in rap since tomboy

De nikit pique speedfreaks or gustavo black

Pelé squeezed the tronca, I came with hollybomb

I want to see who scolds, who's going to scold the bank

Who's together and who's ahead

Wake up son of a bitch, no fight you never reach

Life goes right

I hit my head until I found the direction

I doubt you won't lose sight

I turned my back and went against it

I doubt you won't lose sight

Dilemma through the problem, gives setback in the motto

I give walking metamorphosis

The little countenance, walking serb, deceives you with unceasing hatred

At the instant one feels an innocent smile wanting to forget the responsibility of life

For I came from life and came to give life to what I saw of life, feel tape

troops, trout

Don't go to the troupe deprê, because you're going to freak out for rotten power, you're whore

Hidden shit, war usurps and fucks the innocent, bro

But purity is not innocence, we keep arming ourselves

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