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Ay motherf**ker, I'm real that sh*t Everything you talkin' 'bout real that, real that sh*t Oh yeah, back it as b*t*h And you don't gonna love it but get off my, off my Ay motherf**ker, I'm real that sh*t Everything you talkin' 'bout real that sh*t Oh yeah, back it as b*t*h And you don't gonna love it but get off my pick Window open, window open We do not enter the doors it f**k a gangsta open Everybody know get up, get down If I say something wrong correct me when you our bomb like Make that basic not alone Make that alone Make that wave Make that really crowd this f**k that Jack your body My walk your body Now listen to the words, this is Pitbull Activating your brains in hip-hop outside In hip-hop outside In hip-hop outside In hip-hop outside Ay motherf**ker, I'm real that sh*t Everything you talkin' 'bout real that, real that sh*t Oh yeah, back it as b*t*h And you don't gonna love it but get off my pick I know that your applause will never seen Trust us, our community does not need And the radio wave is already bursting out But I'm just stirring up, this is just the beginning So you better get it Compaq, right away After me, four it's will intercept this oil You know me yourself, I don't need to me If you hear the name advise you By day I'm a poet with powerful hip-hop And at night - a vicious crime me The bomb is with me, get ready, I will don't you motherf**ker Ay motherf**ker, I'm real that sh*t Everything you talkin' 'bout real that, real that sh*t Oh yeah, back it as b*t*h And you don't gonna love it but get off my pick They are marching in infantry ford through Natural, no gilding, one hundred two No substitutes, additives or ladies Have you seen this? The answer is pan But the traditions are the same Individuals that are already familiar today Blockade on the way to your area In a word, we achieve the return day Slap triangle hip-hop nation about We won't Laam for you banknotes Do you want to get even that Prepare your that sh*t in 2017? Ay motherf**ker, I'm real that sh*t Everything you talkin' 'bout real that, real that sh*t Oh yeah, back it as b*t*h And you don't gonna love it but get off my, off my pick You guys, finally, I represent black people 2017 and Paul Johnson is the equal so sh*t, I see you Jerry that Three letters f**k, I am some everyone support Don't pass by - verbal mines you are Pay attention 7/7 here, this is my desire Then it will be late, and we do not like it We do not drive country, we do without complete With us young from younger Do not look for abstractions in phrases, everything is simple, like a ripple The bit of mine that makes my head rock In villages, cities, on cassettes and compacts f**k that, anything you do, you do it right Chopped beats and voices, buy and be mine We are individually and together, you are Boys and girls are with us and with you We do not read for lave - lave, so what Not with us yet? You are about to like it Where our whole formation is against A lot of people scream that girls don't belong it And I warm them up with my turn it up you I represent here and now turn it up you now With the style of trap and dubstep All I want now is to see hardstep To know that is rushing you Not catch the load, create movement, blackout now Like me tell you what I need right now Like me tell you what we all need I need my green of the apple... Run I won't Paul, run I can't stop Ay motherf**ker, I'm real that sh*t Everything you talkin' 'bout real that, real that sh*t Oh yeah, back it as b*t*h And you don't gonna love it but get off my, off my Ay motherf**ker, I'm real that sh*t Everything you talkin' 'bout real that sh*t Oh yeah, back it as b*t*h And you don't gonna love it but get off my pick Yeah, hands up for the 10-7 Yeah, yeah, hands up for the 10-7 With me, my boys will seize the target I don't wanna f**k, I don't wanna f**k I don't wanna live, I don't wanna eat In addition, I am the head of the women's hip-hop sweet, uh The market is zero They closed the door And hide in the out You need to live it I don't wanna f**k Stupid boy, do not be offended Motherf**ker Stupid boy, when we last saw that Green for each other Peace on my mind like a cracker Thunder rolls from n***a, catch bigger This does happen digger, the weekend Maybe this is day, the dead sh*t the day Dark clouds of clouds, people got bored I don't know projection Dark clouds of clouds, people got bored Oh, I gonna have chance it this world, I never have one Yeah, I gonna have a chance it this world, I was business a bad one Yeah, yeah, yeah In the world network, we are being wall Our flav, shock wave, your love Moving your head makes you what Sounding to the limit, this beat presses Blowing up speakers Devouring the atmosphere Breaks walls in the brain Pieces boundaries Blowing up speakers Blowing up speakers Devouring the atmosphere Devouring the atmosphere Breaks walls in the brain Breaks walls in the brain Pieces boundaries Pieces boundaries, boundaries, boundaries Blowing up speakers Wind up speakers Devouring the atmosphere Devouring the atmosphere Breaks walls in the brain Breaks walls in the brain Pieces boundaries Pieces boundaries, boundaries... Ay motherf**ker, I'm real that sh*t Everything you talkin' 'bout real that, real that sh*t Oh yeah, back it as b*t*h And you don't gonna love it but get off my, off my Ay motherf**ker, I'm real that sh*t Everything you talkin' 'bout real that sh*t Oh yeah, back it as b*t*h And you don't gonna love it but get off my
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