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Dale

Dale (Aposento Alto)
Ajaa
Yeh
El ultimo Testamento
Yeh, yeh, yeh
Natan el Profeta Y El Philippe
Eh que ya nosotro no somo iguale que ante no Cristo no cambio

Yo me crie en la calle 2 de lo Rosalee
Haciendo pila de lio pa comprame uno pedalee en el tapi pieldee y sale
Corriendo en matorralee y
Sigue pal pin pal domi una nama de faldi valee con pila de yalee Jordan originalee pila de palo a primer palomo que se rrebalee underground tema socialee el rey de lo intrumentalee alocandome y quemandome en la prueba nacionalee
Me convelti por eso tu y yo no somo igualee
Voy a la iglesia lo domingo y canto celetialee delincuente terrenalee no tengo na que envidialee
Papa Dios me quito paque ute se quito lo pañales
Tu josiando pa mataa y yo josiando pa quitalee
El polvo de tu nari ante que tu nari lo inhalee buque de Jesus que eto son lo tiempo finalee
El que dice que Jesus no cambia tiene problema mentalee.

Eh que no somo igualee
Pa'fuera los Baales
Lo que no sea real se vaa (pa'fueraa)
Y a to lo criminalee
Pueto pa predicalee y a montale a veldaa
Hasta que mueraa
Eh que no somo igualee
Pa'fuera los Baales
Lo que no sea real se vaa (pa'fueraa)
Y a to lo criminalee
Pueto pa predicalee y a montale a veldaa
Hasta que mueraa

Yo me crie en lo Rosale con un grupo de palomoo
Resolviendo a la trompa y corriendo cuando habia plomoo
Nunca bailé brei ni nunca fui DJ
Pero toi rapiando ante de que tu empesaras a bailar shake.
Y no me voy a quita hasta que no se convierta el Gay
Montana el instrutor
Negrete y Freddy J
Natan el Profeta african People de batey
Pol gracia y obra del Rey
Así que aricasnou aramapau
Ah no folce la tecla
Que el profeta rompe el piso siempre que Perez lo mecla
Después de un año el aposento se mantiene
Y precio de sangre no hay ni sombra de lo que viene
El aposento no me gustan tan no suenan tan bacano
Philippe y Natan se parecen, claro tonto somo hermano
Traemos bendiciones pa to lo hermano
Aquí no haga paquete si usted te le mete meta mano.

Eh que no somo igualee
Pa'fuera los Baales
Lo que no sea real se vaa (pa'fueraa)
Y a to lo criminalee
Pueto pa predicalee y a montale a veldaa
Hasta que mueraa
Eh que no somo igualee
Pa'fuera los Baales
Lo que no sea real se vaa (pa'fueraa)
Y a to lo criminalee
Pueto pa predicalee y a montale a veldaa
Hasta que mueraa

Tengo un amigo que me ama y una menol que me llama
Son mujere que me bucan pa coje swagger y fama
Se quillan ven que el nombre de Dios exhalzo
Y ponen vidrios en el suelo cuando ven que ando descalso
Pero Dios me ha librado y me ha prosperado
Y me dado un verbo que hasta al sujeto le he predicado
Ah Lorz dile klk que lo demonio lo matamo y lo enterramo en el express
Entonce dale que tu sabe que alma hay que predicale
El tema del aposento van a ser clasicos mundiales
Dios me encojio desde ante que me salieran lo condiale
Me faltan pinta pa vestí pero no cotorra pa contale
Mejor que Dios te quite a que el diablo te regale
Es mejor que tu te quite del dale don dale
No estoy en contra del regaeton
Pero ni por un millon dejo que mi Windows de rap se desintale
Cotorra pa montarle ni un secreto que confiale
Nosotros somos del gueto como Lara reales
La Biblia usamos y no somos humo
Y no consumimo y no no quedamo en lo mismo
Porque no somos animales
Ayuno y oracion en la guerra son esenciales
Nada más hay que dale Rhema a lo que quema tu fosa nasale
Natan el Profeta y Perez con lo guante de cilicio
Vizquel y Lorz desde el inicio y con la noe no te sale.
Eh que no somo igualee
Pa'fuera los Baales
Lo que no sea real se vaa (pa'fueraa)
Y a to lo criminalee
Pueto pa predicalee y a montale a veldaa
Hasta que mueraa Eh que no somo igualee
Pa'fuera los Baales
Lo que no sea real se vaa (pa'fueraa)
Y a to lo criminalee
Pueto pa predicalee y a montale a veldaa
Hasta que mueraa

Dale

Dale (Aposento Alto)
Ajaa
Yeh
The last Testament
Yeh, yeh, yeh
Natan the Prophet and Philippe
Eh, we are not the same as before, no, Christ has changed us

I grew up on 2nd Street in Los Rosales
Causing a lot of trouble to buy myself some pedals, I skinned it and went out
Running in the bushes and
Keep going to the pin pal domi, a chick with a skirt, you know, with a lot of yales, original Jordans, a lot of wood to the first pigeon that rebels, underground social theme, the king of the instrumentals, freaking out and burning myself in the national test
I converted that's why you and I are not the same
I go to church on Sundays and sing heavenly, earthly delinquent, I have nothing to envy
Papa God took me away so that you could take off your diapers
You're messing around to kill and I'm messing around to take it away from you
The dust from your nose before your nose inhales it, ship of Jesus that this is the end times
Whoever says that Jesus does not change has a mental problem.

Eh that we are not the same
Out with the Baals
What is not real is gone (out)
And to all the criminals
I put it to preach to them and to ride for real
Until I die
Eh that we are not the same
Out with the Baals
What is not real is gone (out)
And to all the criminals
I put it to preach to them and to ride for real
Until I die

I grew up in Los Rosales with a group of pigeons
Solving at the trumpet and running when there was lead
I never danced brei nor was I ever a DJ
But I'm rapping before you started dancing shake.
And I'm not going to quit until the Gay converts
Montana the instructor
Negrete and Freddy J
Nathan the Prophet African People of Batey
By grace and work of the King
So aricasnou aramapau
Ah, don't press the key
That the prophet breaks the floor every time Perez mixes it
After a year the room is maintained
And blood price there is no shadow of what is coming
The room I don't like them so they don't sound so cool
Philippe and Nathan look alike, of course silly we are brothers
We bring blessings to all the brothers
Don't make a package here if you get into it, get your hands on it.

Eh that we are not the same
Out with the Baals
What is not real is gone (out)
And to all the criminals
I put it to preach to them and to ride for real
Until I die
Eh that we are not the same
Out with the Baals
What is not real is gone (out)
And to all the criminals
I put it to preach to them and to ride for real
Until I die

I have a friend who loves me and a minor who calls me
They are women who look for me to take swagger and fame
They complain, they see that the name of God is exalted
And they put glass on the floor when they see that I'm barefoot
But God has delivered me and made me prosper
And he has given me a verb that I have preached even to the subject
Ah Lorz tell him something that we kill the devil and bury him in the express
So go ahead, you know that soul must be preached
The theme of the room will be world classics
God shrunk me before my condiments came out
I need pints to get dressed but not a parrot to tell you
It is better for God to take you away than for the devil to give you
It is better for you to take yourself out of the dale don dale
I'm not against reggaeton
But not for a million I let my rap Windows uninstall
Parrot to ride it, not a secret to trust
We are from the ghetto like Lara real
We use the Bible and we are not smoke
And we don't consume and no we don't stay the same
Because we are not animals
Fasting and prayer are essential in war
Just give Rhema to what burns your nasal pit
Nathan the Prophet and Perez with the sackcloth gloves
Vizquel and Lorz from the beginning and with the noe you can't get out.
Eh that we are not the same
Out with the Baals
What is not real is gone (out)
And to all the criminals
I put it to preach to them and to ride for real
Until I die Eh that we are not the same
Out with the Baals
What is not real is gone (out)
And to all the criminals
I put it to preach to them and to ride for real
Until I die