Ivancano, NBS - Evangelio de Calle lyrics
[Ivancano, NBS - Evangelio de Calle lyrics]
Bag and profit
NBS back spitten some hot shit
We balling like FC Barcelona My chick
From Tarragona
Gets horny when smelling that weed aroma
Pap pap when niggas put cheese up on ya
Quick stick then homies jump
Ship to California
Wild life them cowards be shook from paranoia
I slain rappers like George is in town
But not a Hoya euros in my pocket
Big bills It brings chills
We so up we spin it in
The sky like a windmill
Been trill since 02 dope moves on protools
Once I beat it up make your hoe choose
I'm that dude
Got veggies like I'm Whole Foods
Young but I’m old school
Walk around these parts like
There's no rules, i'm so cool
Hold jewels you ever try to diss the Vets
Disrespect have Ivan put the razors
To your fucking neck
Versículos en clave, evangelio de calle
Versículos en clave, evangelio de calle
Versículos en clave, evangelio de calle
Versículos en clave, evangelio de calle
Versículos en clave, evangelio de calle
Peregrinos a los bloques donde ya se sabe
Caídos en altares, lágrimas y sangre
La tana es comida y la ruina del padre
Se hicieron milagros pa quitar el hambre
La fe movió montañas cuando ya era tarde
Treinta monedas no fueron bastante
Venden posturas con corona de alambre
Confiesa el pecado mientras pulsa el tare
Hace penitencia soltando mitades
Siete plagas pa intentar tumbarle
Carga con la cruz esperando a que lo claven
San Pedro te abre si tienes dinares
San Pedro da el agua con los nacionales
María Magdalena dándome un masaje
No lo suelto puro, puro el amor de mi madre
Versículos en clave, evangelio de calle
Versículos en clave, evangelio de calle
Versículos en clave, evangelio de calle
Versículos en clave, evangelio de calle
Text a friend, tell em who's next again
The vets again catch me at the bar
My tequila from the Mexicans
Who u son u doodoo I'll do a Hex again
Voodoo on ur crew 2 after I press the Pen!
These rappers thinkin' they'll pop we
Put the X to them
Every verse I spit is so Hot
Niggas I gets the 10!
Now Pass the trees now I'm Lookin' Japanese
Half the Ds want me in
Cuffs Nigga' they after cheese
These cowards are soft I bet
The they rate the fees
U want the best grub in the
Bean nigga we have the keys!
I'm a no limit soldier, I Master Ps
Cause I'm trapping trees, your boy
He be stacking Gs
With Ivan and Jan, supplyin' ya Fam
The firest strands
We chargin' 25 fa the Gram
Almost everyday catch me gettin'
High as I can
Then I'm sleepin' in the court room
I lie on the stand! It's Knuckles