Arriba las manos (english lyrics)

Q the wafer him coming, God, the wafer is what q
I will exar above bastards, you will not have much
time to escape us, who are they?
EXILES

In Ivan, arrogant mc weight
bring rap to the ladies bring kisses
Where will the prisoners will be q d envy?
Where are they? Yeah, where are today
all these?

Immediate access to the mountain, I do not see figures
rivals and watch the horizon, continued to walk
the canyon and mouth of many, here
santaflow my name, Ivan Santos, FAMOUS
GIFTS FOR MY numerous count them:
Firm as
tufragil ground and as the petals, too
Smoke will because these burned q pq know there is a
q group called banished! And even if you
fall right, look !, shoot up and I, it
I will be a pimp, but you're no! it is clear q no
I'm new and therefore attempt to conquer issues
Now, where are your balls? ee, where are your
rhymes? Stop talking shit behind my back, less
wolves, which have large, you got bobo
I want to win rematch? q tngo not spot me,
you are more harmless Pacha q fascists!

Clear
q I think I look q style! looks ace aces
how much elegance ilvano my lines! obsante not not
I gilpollas star or father, the q me
q know you well know the saints rolls! single
I want to prove q rap and I emphasize enjoy
of this life and to float my boat! and if my
sail against the current destination is so q is if
It must will fight against all odds! then
you will not be the q stop me, or joke,
q Get out my schedule is full! you're a
moñas banished prefer peace, but
They never stop stepping, EVER! Hands up, here are the masters,
proud we scream, do not turn continue! (x4)

Buntibumtuo, I'm rhyming duo, I have never
gone, I have not been continuous, shattering
with bursts of wit schemes continue
exiled in the third millennium. 99
He prophesied the beginning and two triple zero
we continue to experience the site augmentando days
after day, he is fighting Toys, my police.
In the
q think life are novices, nine years
effort and now only a cesarean or insufe
joke sweat only if q step
necks are shamelessly steps.

God Maña
which will tell you the job today I navigate the
pace with a boat on the Seine. In one
sense, changing the penalties if I blame the mtv
I entered the scene. My style and my tummy grow by
nitro more times more pasta and less suffering.

No longer see those insulted us q, q are eaten
much shit if my evil have spoken. Where
pussies madness you have in the retina,
screaming our name or embellishment in cabinet.

Your rap is crap contemplating my work,
against gravity and you're still down. Where
wrath else? bored as the missile that tuna
I talk goes straight to the moon and what my mother said
when I was in the crib, this guy promises
We will bring fortune. The times have changed,
20 years later as I grew rap
and here we see. 24 hours a day, 31 days a month MI
LG is fully armed clan

Hands up, here are the masters,
proud we scream, do not turn continue! (x4