Lyrics The Motivated de Vico C - Cristiana

Vico C - The Motivated Lyrics

The Motivated

Cheka tell you that I am checking the move
And producing words of life
And warned of the most m-c
To clean my territory and we come here
Cheka so I tell you that I am checking the move
And producing words of life
And warned of the most m-c
To clean my territory and we come here,
This lir with this lir with this building I lirica
For the listener pondering what reciva
Good maneral is we exortando
For crying already fence consolando
Is dedicated to murderer, or to those who take wine
And those classified as cretinos
Is directed at the politicians also to critics
And to those who say comments sinicos
This is an original original rhythm homemade
So that the unbelievers observe what happens
Is that many will sing and extol guillan
But few say what we need
Vico c is not playing the jealous gritavan while resting
But little by little I was lifting and hacechando
Pope god that I was inspiring
Those who seek the path of truth and justice
Here are a brother salutes fellow militia
For those who sing only by greed
Hear this greeting and do not encourage malice
And I was not daunted by this inspiration
It is simply "vc" doing its introduction
The song that despises hate is come back to clean this territory
Cheka so I tell you that I am checking the move
And producing words of life
And warned over the "m-c"
To clean my territory and we come here
Cheka so I tell you that I am checking the move
And producing words of life
And warned of the more m's
To clean my territory and we come here
The emiso the emiso of radio stations
I touch this hip hop iran adelantandoce
Therefore not play the zig zag zo
If not that the show ensenderan
With the message reaching zo
Because the teacher has the flow flow
I asked why not burn again on the street
Because that is due to a simple detail
To save the street again would be an act of homicide
Zedillo rebound when an act of suicide
If thefts sex and the machine gun
If you tomb or no humiliates you if you respect me
Because you know that's not my style
I fight evil with good and bad I am not defeated
So that hand go up if they are in victory
And the king of all kings that is all the glory
And although I try in the world as slag
Jucio come when this world there will be no memory
Riche king and ask to cross boby
Deshecharon that vanity and took the cross
That the vain glory what we can give extension
And the smile is not heart
But because time this year as my style wine
Seven million volts of divine power
So here we go again we are going to finish
This territory with the word we are going to clean up
Cheka so I tell you that I am checking the move
And producing words of life
And warned of the most m-c
To clean my territory and we come here
Cheka so I tell you that I am checking the move
And producing words of life
And warned of the most m-c
To clean my territory and we come here