47 Costa Gold phrases for you to know more about the group – 42 phrases

Who wants respect? So know how to be humble anywhere.

Value it, crazy, it’s easier to find gold on the street than mine of faith.

I know you are worthless, yet I want you.

If the wind hits both sides, we’ll be together forever.

I learned to work with my defect.

Bro, my mine, my mana.

I keep the faith that this game will turn around, a bad situation that will get better.

My father, my mother, I hear you. The study I closed, in the studio I avenged!

I did, didn’t I? That I’m almost there, and this time you can imagine.

Give me a kiss and let’s run away from here to the beach.

She’s too beautiful, look at her step, ballerina from my favela dance, the top of the top of the top, like a soap opera.

Bin Laden style, I came to blow the ball up.

If fate is uncertain, I’ll be there with you.

I swear twice as much, everything and a little more, as long as it’s real, it’s going to be all.

Ice and glass, dear life, me and her are crazy.

I never wanted in my life, girl, for you to leave.

So I said: Girl, wait, the sun will rise… And I’ll be there to do everything you ask.

Your eyes are green, as green as the green we smoke.

I’m tired of losing saliva with a mind that doesn’t process.

A partner in crime, yes, that’s what I’ve always wanted!

Because I don’t rap to be a sex symbol, if I hadn’t lost track.

As long as it’s half it’s not good.

If I don’t follow my heart, I know I’m going to be fucked, I don’t doubt that.

We only get complicated and when we fight it’s in vain.

I speak the truth, my rhyme is not platonic. There’s a lot of evil in the real world, so I make it more comical.

The lives of others? I do not care!

I know, every song with my flow is a pearl.

I’ll walk thousands until I find you.

I sang to her and the girl didn’t like the tone.

She fucked up my past but improved mine now.

Living a setback, I find an intense feeling.

Who brings you philosophy? Who turns off the antennas?

I know this sounds fake, but I love haters.

Between love and hate, I still don’t know which one will dominate. And alive? Nobody leaves.

Rap is my daime tea, because it always makes me throw up everything that people don’t know.

I write to rebuild the country.

You don’t even judge just by the appearance that it’s a mistake, and you fall.

You can be rich, poor, beggar, man, boy. Until being a father.

With the power of mind like jedi, I’m the one who makes the rhyme you censor like hentai.

Only, I am only song. I look to the side and I’m alone.

It’s just that your papaya juice rap doesn’t give a wave.

Every line of mine is a punch.

Bad at rhyming, good at fighting.

The government wants to put my head in the grave.

And the voice of my rap makes some MCs not even want to be born now.

Little by little, I suffer only twice as much as others.

Today my birthday became my opponent. It used to be the other way around, but that’s ok.