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Yo soy scout de ♥.

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Look, if you had one shot, or one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted-One moment
Would you capture it or just let it slip?

His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgettin
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out
He's choking, how everybody's joking now
The clock's run out, time's up over, bloah!
Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity
Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked
He's so mad, but he won't give up that
Easy, no
He won't have it , he knows his whole back's to these ropes
It don't matter, he's dope
He knows that, but he's broke
He's so stagnant that he knows
When he goes back to his mobile home, that's when it's
Back to the lab again yo
This this whole rhapsody
He better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him

[CORO]
You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo

The soul's escaping, through this hole that it's gaping
This world is mine for the taking
Make me king, as we move toward a, new world order
A normal life is boring, but superstardom's close to post mortem
It only grows harder, only grows hotter
He blows us all over these hoes is all on him
Coast to coast shows, he's know as the globetrotter
Lonely roads, God only knows
He's grown farther from home, he's no father
He goes home and barely knows his own daughter
But hold your nose cause here goes the cold water
His hoes don't want him no mo, he's cold product
They moved on to the next schmoe who flows
He nose dove and sold nada
So the soap opera is told and unfolds
I suppose it's old partner', but the beat goes on
Da da dum da dum da da

[CORO]

No more games, I'ma change what you call rage
Tear this motherfucking roof off like 2 dogs caged
I was playing in the beginning, the mood all changed
I been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage
But I kept rhyming and stepwritin the next cypher
Best believe somebody's paying the pied piper
All the pain inside amplified by the fact
That I can't get by with my 9 to 5
And I can't provide the right type of life for my family
Cause man, these goddam food stamps don't buy diapers
And it's no movie, there's no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life
And these times are so hard and it's getting even harder
Trying to feed and water my seed, plus
Teeter totter caught up between being a father and a prima donna
Baby mama drama's screaming on and
Too much for me to wanna
Stay in one spot, another day of monotony
Has gotten me to the point, I'm like a snail
I've got to formulate a plot fore I end up in jail or shot
Success is my only motherfucking option, failure's not
Mom, I love you, but this trailer's got to go
I cannot grow old in Salem's lot
So here I go is my shot.
Feet fail me not cause maybe the only opportunity that I got

[CORO]

You can do anything you set your mind to, man.

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Granada
Letra y música de Agustín Lara


Granada, tierra soñada por mí
mi cantar se vuelve gitano cuando es para ti.
Mi cantar hecho de fantasía
mi cantar, flor de melancolía
que yo te vengo a dar.

Granada tierra ensangrentada en tardes de toros
mujer que conserva el embrujo de los ojos moros
de sueño rebelde y gitana cubierta de flores
y beso tu boca de grana, jugosa manzana
que me habla de amores.

Granada manola cantada en coplas preciosas
no tengo otra cosa que darte que un ramo de rosas
de rosas de suave fragancia
que le dieran marco a la Virgen Morena
Granada tu tierra está llena de linda mujeres
de sangre y de sol.

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Valencia
Letra: José A. Prada
Música: José Padilla

Valencia es la tierra de las flores, de la luz y del amor.
Valencia, tus mujeres todas tienen de las rosas el color.
Valencia, al sentir como perfume en tus huertos el azahar,
quisiera, en la tierra valenciana, mis amores encontrar.

La blanca barraca, la flor de naranjo,
la huerta pulida de almendros en flor.
LaTuria de plata y el cielo turquesa,
y el sol valenciano, van diciendo amor.

Amores, en Valencia son floridos como ramos de azahar.
Quereres, en Valencia sus mujeres con el alma suelen dar.
Pasiones, en la huerta valenciana, si le dan de corazón,
sus hembras ponen alma y ponen vida en un beso de pasión.

Valencia, es la tierra de las flores, de la luz y del amor.
Valencia, tus mujeres todas tienen de las rosas el color.
Valencia, al sentir como perfuma de tus huertas el azahar,
quisiera, en la tierra valenciana, mis amores encontrar.