Текст песни Проповедник Религии Рэп - переправа через границу США

This is a personal story, but you honestly tell you
As I was a poor orphan and became a successful person
In my native mexico is not so easy to find funds
law and without consequences if you are not major natural
So I was 17 I stole and begging
And decided how the brothers live in a new way to start
turned to Senor Don Juan Alvarez
He is drug trap but pays all
They said choose how to join the Americans
Pomoral in the stomach or under dressing but there is more dangerous
Take inside the fucked up
Well I'm not some kind of damn singer to swallow something there
Agreed an hour passed and I in which secret camp
Scotch bag with powder curator firmly primets
Then gives me a trunk of a timeless time decently
I answered my question my face-from border guards

That's how I am, what a young hot me some kind of toruschos tequila pours to good luck
I drink a couple of cups shouting that Mount Raskhuyuchu but how I remember where we drive right now a heart in the heels hiding

Breathe a smaller man visible on persons scary to us
Preparing for crossing over the border of the United States
And I prays tired so as not to the battery in blocks
After all, from the crowd this product only the units will deliver
And I basically know how to see me to recognize
Easy to closing the crane, fuck fucking ebanic
If we sent the gods to a stupid to put
With kilograms of powder at least krupitsa good luck

All as in children's challenges go from point A to point B
Only there was not specified that we are a crowd of drug trains
Under the underpass got into the States to the Americans
Insert the clip to the gun for freelance situations
Believe or not but they are all right
The moon illuminates the fading midnight
The stars flashes and indulge I relaxed already
How suddenly I'm getting a searchlight in Ebalo

Started shooting, bitch I hide at the cactis my brothers Mucachechos were already all
I take the trunk because of the sinuses of Toli, the bravery of Toli under the degree knuckles turn over and became in the ride

Here are those on, closed eyelids, screaming like in the plotting militants
And this old pistol eaten by hand he managed his hand
When the eyes opened the searchlight already shines on a bunch of bodies
Not confused in the jeep of the military lodge packs from the corpses of colleagues
All goods exchanged on loot for all couriers
About crossing and about me go to this day legend
But I did not forget that excite
And I will come back mentally back to you to remind you

Breathe a smaller man visible on persons scary to us
Preparing for crossing over the border of the United States
Not in vain praying then so as not the gabble to the blocks
As if I knew that the goods only the units would be delivered
And I basically know how to see me to recognize
Easy to closing the crane, fuck fucking ebanic
Thank you with us sent the gods stupid to Podchida
With powder kilograms my bit good luck

Again the topic is excellent again shitting
Thanks to the body to me to pussy already a matter of habit
But nothing, I'm not tired of the finished bitsa to blood
obus them in the texts and I will be pleased in principle
They are preparing for Rap Batlam through a tetrade
I am preparing for rap batlah as if it seems to a new terrorist attack
LPB is the battle of styles if you are adilent to the flooring
After all, my style will overtake you and raped
Yes, I am a dirty offender for all factory singers
For me rap battle business so nothing personal
Your shit-criteria purely for hupaes
I read for drug carter fuck fucking you looked
Before my information or singing or whether you are
I'm from the dungeon and on the text just a genius damn
I have two vocalists
I'm for the cut and the door
Your mistake that you got
where there is still a batter

you can not listen because of fear of being poppy
I can not listen to you - I'm sick of lyrics
Fuck shouts were cute but in the past
My sermon will drive any Pider's past