Lyrics Penyair – Clásico

Clásico Lyrics – Penyair

Singer: Penyair
Title: Clásico

Classic
Clásico como un Reychesta, los caldos de mi abuelita
Esto es un levanta muertos sin echar agua bendita
Pensante como un lector constante del Bhagavad-gītā

Y agresivo como Pepe comiendo pepas de Alvita
Y permitame, compita, manejarle la pita a esta cometa es
Otro apocalipsis pa’ acabar con Muita Treta
Mucha teta que presume bareta, y Pietro Berettas

Si como diría mi barrio: esa mierda está re anfeta
Y neta cuando la lеtra se compone a lo Capone
O еl mensaje se respeta, como lo hizo KRS-One
Salir con metralletas no lo hizo mas underground

Y de tanta pinta boleta, ya parecen Lazy Town
Y si por ahí te vi, preferí escuchar a Cypress Hill para patirnar la street
Mucho Henry siendo gil, creyendo que es Henry Guild
Y si los viera Popeye, por peye los parte en mil

Para qué tanto tonto a mentoletos con ventos, cantando gangster
Si por hablar de master, yo prefiero a los Ghost Busters
Notorious Underfaster sobre el beat
Las ratas matan los hamsters que se filtran por ahí

Aquí se apilan los hippsters delirando a Cappadonna
Es un sponsor del playlist que suena por la perola
Mucha consola rolan con voltajes ambisiosos
Es maquillaje, personajes con mensajes vergonzosos

Nah, this is the realness, realness
Realness, reyes sin coronas coronando siempre el business
Corones como el Duela, celebrando con par Pilsen
Esto no es de Ecopola, ni Walt Disney, ni Wall Street

Es un estilo fitness para el final de fantasies
Clasi los palustres que ilustran estos punchlines
De filo a lo Blockbuster, salvaje a lo wild style
Como llave de muay thai

Las paples se ponen tristes cuando un serio coge el mic
Tiene mas criterio WALL-E, ja
O el esposo de Adonay, jaja
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Clásico – English Translation

Classic
Classic like a king, my grandmother’s broths
This is a dead lift without throwing holy water
Thought as a constant reader of bhagavad-gītā

And aggressive as Pepe eating pepas from Alvita
And allow me, compete, handle the pita to this kite is
Another apocalypse pa ‘end with little trick
A lot

If as my neighborhood would say: that sh#t is re breasts
And net when the lеtra is composed to the capone
Or the message is respected, as Krs-one did
Going out with submachine guns did not do it more underground

And so you look at the ballot, they already look like Lazy Town
And if I saw you there, I preferred to listen to Cypress Hill to patira the street
A lot of Henry being Gil, believing that it is Henry Guild
And if I saw them, Popeye, for Peye part of a thousand

How much fool to menthoos with suctions, singing gangster
If by talking about Master, I prefer the Ghost Busters
Notorous Underfaster on Beat
The rats kill the Hamsters that are filtered around

Here the hipsters deliro to Cappadonna are stacked
It is a playlist sponsor that sounds for the perola
A lot of Rolan console with ambisious voltages
It’s makeup, characters with shameful messages

NAH, this is the reality, reality
Realness, kings without crowns always crowning the business
Coronos like the stalls, celebrating with a pilsen
This is not from ecola, nor Walt Disney, nor Wall Street

It is a fitness style for the end of Fantasies
Classi the palustres that illustrate these punchlines
From edge to blockbuster, wild to Wild style
As a Muay Thai key

The pales get sad when a serious takes the mic
You have more criteria wall-e, ha
Or Adonay’s husband, haha
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Lyrics Penyair – Clásico

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