Letra de "KABRA"
Lil Supa & Recognize Ali Lyrics
Yeah, Recognize (¡Ali!)
Lou Fresco (¡World!), cape ma' side
Know my troop of Kyber shit, nigga
Yeah
Welcome to the drench side, get with the programmer
Get you neck tied, Colombian style, snitches get that style
The best style rookie spout of hits, when the fat slide
Respect mine to only move when I see the jet size
The textile I'm cut from, it's nothing you have seen before
With a horse stamp, when you find me in between you all
The mean of all the devil in my dreams trying to feed [?]
This method freezes your thoughts
Every verse is cold, every fucking bar is cold
I had to bomb the building 'cause, every single door was closed
Missing on the throne, keep my eyes on the road
Hit a nigga hard and left a fucking dead on the soul
He gonna never be the same again, pussy nigga say my name (Say my name)
Fucks in the subs man, y'all niggas way below my angels
On my lane bitch, you know my story, you don't know my pain
Fuck with me I leave to chopper sing like Omalay
Me and Little Super (¿What?) in the back of a Mini Cooper
Masked up, heavily armed like a trooper, meet the trooper
A hooper, the head of Medusa booster
Fuck you in many ways, no Kama Sutra
Bro, truda', but you know I'm going cruel
Esta mierda está sonando más fea que Freddy Krueger
[?] Lu' and Ali with burning Judas
Dos manos que mecen la cuna, ya bájense la mula
The greatest, like Mohammad contra los haters
To's esos mediocres no alcanzarán la cima del Teide
Ni que griten "MayDay"
O abran la boca y me rindan pleite
De lejos se nota, que llevan rato pasando aceite
Carefocas no se hagan locas que están en contra
Tanto que roncan y hablan que son can
¡Les tengo bronca!
De la mazorca, todos chocan, ¡ninguno e' trompa!
¡Soporta y vive con moscas si te equivocas!
Better stay fuckers, de la música pa' los bloques
Alzamos la voz 'cause we r' ready to bring the rappers
Con Rod Roche, desde el sur hasta el polo norte
Soltando lingotes de líricas fuera de lotes
This is Young Rap, no Young Gary es SU-PAPA
Pure knowledge for everybody, just do o' die
Frank Ali, in Salvadali we go [?]
Bon soir, worldwide family, ¡hip-hop!, ¡fuck TikTok!
Letras con hambre y buen apetito
Sonido maldito no es contenido pa' carajitos
Sobre manuscritos little giant, Dani de Vito
Vueltas y delitos, niños vision hasta el infinito
¡World!
Lou Fresco (¡World!), cape ma' side
Know my troop of Kyber shit, nigga
Yeah
Welcome to the drench side, get with the programmer
Get you neck tied, Colombian style, snitches get that style
The best style rookie spout of hits, when the fat slide
Respect mine to only move when I see the jet size
The textile I'm cut from, it's nothing you have seen before
With a horse stamp, when you find me in between you all
The mean of all the devil in my dreams trying to feed [?]
This method freezes your thoughts
Every verse is cold, every fucking bar is cold
I had to bomb the building 'cause, every single door was closed
Missing on the throne, keep my eyes on the road
Hit a nigga hard and left a fucking dead on the soul
He gonna never be the same again, pussy nigga say my name (Say my name)
Fucks in the subs man, y'all niggas way below my angels
On my lane bitch, you know my story, you don't know my pain
Fuck with me I leave to chopper sing like Omalay
Me and Little Super (¿What?) in the back of a Mini Cooper
Masked up, heavily armed like a trooper, meet the trooper
A hooper, the head of Medusa booster
Fuck you in many ways, no Kama Sutra
Bro, truda', but you know I'm going cruel
Esta mierda está sonando más fea que Freddy Krueger
[?] Lu' and Ali with burning Judas
Dos manos que mecen la cuna, ya bájense la mula
The greatest, like Mohammad contra los haters
To's esos mediocres no alcanzarán la cima del Teide
Ni que griten "MayDay"
O abran la boca y me rindan pleite
De lejos se nota, que llevan rato pasando aceite
Carefocas no se hagan locas que están en contra
Tanto que roncan y hablan que son can
¡Les tengo bronca!
De la mazorca, todos chocan, ¡ninguno e' trompa!
¡Soporta y vive con moscas si te equivocas!
Better stay fuckers, de la música pa' los bloques
Alzamos la voz 'cause we r' ready to bring the rappers
Con Rod Roche, desde el sur hasta el polo norte
Soltando lingotes de líricas fuera de lotes
This is Young Rap, no Young Gary es SU-PAPA
Pure knowledge for everybody, just do o' die
Frank Ali, in Salvadali we go [?]
Bon soir, worldwide family, ¡hip-hop!, ¡fuck TikTok!
Letras con hambre y buen apetito
Sonido maldito no es contenido pa' carajitos
Sobre manuscritos little giant, Dani de Vito
Vueltas y delitos, niños vision hasta el infinito
¡World!
