Letra de Malos planos (en ingles)

I am the typical guy popular
typical yankee cut the film,
No rap for carrying your trash
bonki recycling as a gum,
without tracing,
whiter than the talc,
Listen as the fans shout
on the stage,
heat increases the adrenaline
my dear good rhyme comes from this
heart,
controlling the actions of my speech,
my figure and face exposure
as a strip,
but my rap do not like caramel
Hold the ball Flip,
still,
iso ladies are free,
why do not you see me,
but because you got conjutivitis,
do graffiti is not the same
that designs,
I respect seem brujos 2,
and for all who believe that the
elton rioja created Cujo.

We are we,
Anti-and,
we are masters of what we want
when you´re
killed for
something healthy
planes are ill,
planes are ill.

We are we,
Anti-and,
we are masters of what we want
when you´re
killed for
something healthy
planes are ill,
planes are ill,
planes are ill.

Never ever
never ever
your style is not func tranca,
as the lever of your car
if not start,
is that the micro peels
and to whom the chapel is banking?
me cago in Maria White
life is green
Like nature,
happiness is not going to find
your piece
MC´s that sound
Parchis as,
I chis,
chis the volt,
enchoto you,
I cortocicuito,
in the land of Chespirito,
rap my neighborhood
as Neighborhood chavo,
only reaches
eighth grade,
sorry lady,
if I am ordinary
but I suck an egg
if you study in high school.

We are we,
Anti-and,
we are masters of what we want
when you´re
killed for
something healthy
planes are ill,
planes are ill.

We are we,
Anti-and,
we are masters of what we want
when you´re
killed for
something healthy
planes are ill,
planes are ill,
planes are ill.

I´m not a normal,
I am the ghost of a trapped animal
the beep
my wild floa me into hip hop
in one hit,
as a video clip,
Bersuit of vergarabat,
I do not go trout imitations
as of Sapato,
I am a fan of Hannibal and Sunday,
not the classic Sunday
between river mouth and,
this song is not for
paste on the radio,
is for the cyber,
I am sure,
I have to jump
such as kangaroos,
anickylación the constantly changing
creation of a new MC´s,
the country of tango
Tanga in Tanga without a handle,
do not cry for me Argentina
I cried for the Patacón and lecop,
I only wish that,
but but I prefer
make hip hop,
cacerolaso,
coup,
Country paralisado
in shock,
my rap flows through the galaxy,
other pointy-eared,
captain´s spot
I finished the blog,
but I have more letters to
old to be created
jeni Flon block.

Super quality hip hop artist,
FRESCOLAT, ABC.

We are we,
Anti-and,
we are masters of what we want
when you´re
killed for
something healthy
planes are ill,
planes are ill.

We are we,
Anti-and,
we are masters of what we want
when you´re
killed for
something healthy
planes are ill,
planes are ill,
planes are ill.

Yeoh.