Evangelio de la calle de Ivan Cano

Evangelio de la calle Letra

Ivan Cano (ft. N.B.S.)

LETRA

'Evangelio de la calle'

[E’Flash]
Major moves in a lavish market, Bag and profit
N.B.S. back spitten some hot shit
We balling like FC Barcelona; My chick from Tarragona
Gets horny when smelling that weed aroma

Pap pap when niggaz put cheese up on ya
Quick stick then homies jump ship to California
Wild life them cowards be shook from paranoia
I slaine rappers like George is in town, but not a Hoya

Euros in my pocket, big bills It brings chills
We so up; we spin it in the sky like a windmill
Been trill since 02. Dope moves on protools,
Once I beat it up make your hoe choose, I'm that dude

Got veggies like I'm Whole Foods young but I’m old school
Walk around these parts like there's no rules, I'm so cool;
Hold jewels you ever try to diss the Vets
Disrespect have Ivan put the razors to your fuvking neck

[Ivancano]
Versículos en clave, evangelio de calle
Versículos en clave, evangelio de calle
Versículos en clave, evangelio de calle
Versículos en clave, evangelio de calle

Versículos en clave, evangelio de calle
peregrinos a los bloques donde ya se sabe
caídos en altares, lágrimas y sangre
la tana es comida y la ruina del padre.

Se hicieron milagros pa quitar el hambre
la fe movió montañas cuando ya era tarde
treinta monedas no fueron bastante
venden posturas con corona de alambre.

Confiesa el pecado mientras pulsa el tare
hace penitencia soltando mitades
siete plagas pa intentar tumbarle
carga con la cruz esperando a que lo claven.

San Pedro te abre si tienes dinares
San Pedro da el agua con los nacionales
María Magdalena dándome un masaje
no lo suelto puro, puro el amor de mi madre.

Versículos en clave, evangelio de calle
Versículos en clave, evangelio de calle
Versículos en clave, evangelio de calle
Versículos en clave, evangelio de calle

[Vee Knuckles]
Text a friend, tell em who's next again, the vets again,
Catch me at the bar, my tequila from the Mexicans,
Who u son u doodoo I'll do a Hex again,
Voodoo on ur crew 2 after I press the Pen!

These rappers thinkin they'll pop we put the X to them,
Every verse I spit is so Hot ni*** I gets the 10!
Now Pass the trees now I'm Lookin Japanese
Half the Ds want me in cuffs Nigga they after cheese,

These cowards are soft I bet the they rate the fees,
U want the best grub in the bean ni*** we have the keys!
I'm a no limit soldier, I Master Ps,(pause)
Cause I'm trapping trees, your boy, he be stacking Gs,

With Ivan and Jan, supplyin ya Fam,
The firest strands, we chargin 25 fa the Gram,
Almost everyday catch me gettin high as I can,
Then I'm sleepin in the court room, I lie on the stand! It's Knuckles