Secreto El Biberon "El Que No Aguanta La Presion" lyrics

El Que No Aguanta La Presion

Activen lo de septico.

Y el que no aguanta la presionentonse que no me mireque le voy a pasar por el laocon el bloque tengo pa que me tire(x2)

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Hay mucho que no aguantan la presión del chamaquitoyo cojo mucha lucha pa ganarme lo chelitocreen que tengo miedo cuando lo problema evitoyo tengo mi tabla y eto no es delito.

Del barrio soydel barrio vengome siento bien con lo poco que tengolo que yo tengo grasia a dios lo tengoy no me cansoyo no me detengo.

Me critican porque vivo bienhablan de mi porque como muy bienporque mi familia ta bieny yo me veo bien también(x2)

Humilda record!

Y el que no aguanta la presionentonse que no me mireque le voy a pasar por el laocon el bloque tengo pa que me tire(x2)

Como tu como tu son muchocomo yo como yo son pocono inventen con el chamaquitopa que no se coman los mocos(x2)

Lo que pasa que ello quieren que yo vuelva pa tracon lo canesito roto y la camisa de bembamargátu mente quiere maquináajápero no se le va a dar.

Cada vez que yo paso montao por ahísiempre tan hablando de micada vez que yo paso con la guagua por ahísiempre tan hablando de mi.De mi, del famoso biberondel fenomenoque salió del callejónsi hablan de ti le encontré la solucióndedicale esta canción.

Y el que no aguanta la presionentonse que no me mireque le voy a pasar por el laocon el bloque tengo pa que me tire(x2)

Eschucha bien este nombreTauro punto 9De lo que te tiranDedicale esta canciónEl famoso biberon!

Y el que no aguanta la presionentonse que no me mireque le voy a pasar por el laocon el bloque tengo pa que me tire(x2)

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Fuente: musica.comLetra añadida por alofoke.

He who stands no pressure

They activate the septic.

And he who stands no pressurethen cannot look at mebecause I am going to put him to the sidewith the block I have to shoot.(x2)

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There are many who don't stand the pressure of the young buckI take on many battles in order to win the chelitothey think that I am afraid when I avoid the problemI have my table and that's not a crime.

I am from the hoodfrom the hood I comeI feel good with the little that I gotthat which I have, I have it thanks to godand I don't get tiredand I don't stop.

They criticize me because I live goodthey speak about me because I eat wellbecause my family lives goodand I look good too.(x2)

Humilda record!

And he who stands no pressurethen cannot look at mebecause I am going to put him to the sidewith the block I have to shoot.(x2)

Like you, like you there are manyLike me, like me there are fewYoung bucks aren't inventedbecause they don't eat boogers.(x2)

What is happening is that they want that I returnwith it, wearing the broken canesito and a bemba shirtthe pathyour mind wants the machineahabut I am not going to give it to it.

Every time I step out therethey are always speaking about meeach time I step out with my ride therethey are always speaking about me.About me, the famous bottlethe phenomenthat left from the alleyif they talk about you, i'll find the solutionI dedicate this song to you.

And he who stands no pressurethen cannot look at mebecause I am going to put him to the sidewith the block I have to shoot.(x2)

Hear this name wellBull point 9from which they'll throw youI dedicate this song to youThe famous bottle!

And he who stands no pressurethen cannot look at mebecause I am going to put him to the sidewith the block I have to shoot.(x2)

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