Comercial
El amigo de las tormentas
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Tu dedo apunta mi sombra No has parado de criticar Alardeas de este juego Y hasta ahora no me has logrado impresionar. He aguantado tu falsa gloria Piensas no tener rival Cruje todo en mi interior Al escuchar tu mierda comercial. Crees que eres muy excelso Con tan mala calidad Eres el idiota que se cree artista Vaya, iotro bastardo más! Dime ¿de qué estas hecho? ¿A quién tratas de imitar? Menos mal que tu si has tenido Una educación musical.
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Written by: Brandon Eliu Juárez, Vania Guadalupe Juárez
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