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Guerrilla type
It's MC Daleste
All the broken ones

May my neighborhood be illuminated by God
My voice rolls through the air
I strengthen those who strengthen me
We are on equal terms

With money or without money
By ship or on foot
I wasn't born with a silver spoon in my mouth
But my son will, I have faith
On the top of the hill
By monster car
Back and forth
Wherever he goes, he catches their attention
And theirs too
Our style is minced meat and more
Gold chain nailed
And the cap falls backwards
And only those who have faith in God
Raise your hand up high
The humble will be exalted
I'm arriving from the slums
I went, I already gave my quota
False friends only talk bad behind your back
Where do I go from R1?
I see a look of envy
Oh, how I miss the times when I used to go by bike
A poor person in a wealthy neighborhood used to be a joke
The daughter of the cool kids knows that the hoodlums have more grip
You can laugh at me, but don't disbelieve me
It's just a matter of time before my gum is in Leblon
The Porsche Cayenne takes me to the club
Oh kid, nobody understands anything
Money is soft, it's not me, I'm going to take the most responsibility
While you caught a fish
I hunted several jaguars
That's all, the curious always has to be mentioned
My life is that of a rich man, but my soul is that of a slum dweller

So, enlightened by God, be my broken
My voice rolls through the air
I strengthen those who strengthen me
We are on equal terms

With money or without money
By ship or on foot
I wasn't born with a silver spoon in my mouth
But my son will, I have faith
On the top of the hill
By monster car
Back and forth
Wherever he goes, he catches their attention
And theirs too
Our style is too chopped, more
Gold chain nailed
And the cap is backwards
And only those who have faith in God
Raise your hand up high
The humble will be exalted
I'm arriving from the slums
I went, I already gave my quota
False friends only talk bad behind your back
Where do I go from R1?
I see a look of envy
Oh, how I miss the times when I used to go by bike
A poor person in a wealthy neighborhood used to be a joke
The daughter of the cool kids knows that the hoodlums have more grip
You can laugh at me, but don't disbelieve me
It's just a matter of time before my gum is in Leblon
The Porsche Cayenne takes me to the club
Oh kid, nobody understands anything
Money is soft, it's not me, I'm going to take the most responsibility
While you caught a fish
I hunted several jaguars
That's all, the curious always has to be mentioned
My life is that of a rich man, but my soul is that of a slum dweller

So, enlightened by God, be my broken
My voice rolls through the air
I strengthen those who strengthen me
We are on equal terms

No matter how many years pass
Humility is always the same
See you later

So, enlightened by God, be my broken
My voice rolls through the air
I strengthen those who strengthen me
We are on equal terms

DJ Wilton on the beat
All the broken ones