Letra de ' Sall Rap ' de Ise Rodrigues

Nigga the show old low for enemy
I found the club should nigga this all for me
Sugar no roll
Nigga the flow and all homie
I just clove low take reality
I wish a home full of the cordiroy
Fish so hold
End no blow
Shake the close and all for me
Take the carabine
I found the all for me
And just reality

I know the flow and need the step no roll
Wrong pound the first
Fell in the work own
I wich a homie
I am nigga the panic of globe

I found they same in the hurt me
I wish take in the haste
Take in cut me

I wish in high
A signed girl cold the life
For the homie blue folk
Should know input the cry

A nigga the going in
I feel the flow in me
I shake with a lady of my world over they cut me
I sound of reggae with rap
Power the roll
I need some magazine
On my nigga control

By step for me come dollar I am the fly
Rumble in the voice jazz
Dead nigga the wrong, why
Hey nigga dont fuck
A beat devil from the groove
A nigga dont on four step
Awake and look for the groove

And we say hell
And broke they one day high
I wish know there we share
Fuck the flow the groove
And take try

No acesses son nigga
Dont put above the rock
Hey nigga the boom power
A new attack of my cool talk

Just over nigga domenic
And fuck they everday
And donkeys so trap me
Hold and close and krap me here
Old know so sucess
This rap know t-dress d-bone
For my nigga wonder jazz
Nigga the joints with me
Half say to going in
A vogue no boss
And baby for in me
Joints and work me here

Why why nigga the soul so
Ho shit
My nigga the goal flow
My name dont are calabar
See
And I wanna crank me run
Show
My nigga in the chose
Nigga on the trap me here
From the glove me
Technic oh soul know
Dig no trap me
Sound club homie win the c-walk
Homie homie
Jazz in golf fuck the globe, my gangasta
Show my key knock soul flow family

You turn me on
Nigga on the flow mama
You shake on the has dont afraid the gun
A great flow in me
Keep going flowing
Mistake the way
Can I roll
Man I awake growing
Attack the one day blowing high
Pain dont fuck, I gonna in home cry
But I stop for the gangstars
Input the grow
Enough dont fade this run you know
Show me how I middle lost tape hell soul law
Home for crip how the early no why
When they sound for look
Dont I learning be dont fly
A nigga the low flow
And I gotta to take me high