Bemancio - Alberto Contador Spanish Rap

Letra y Voz: Bemancio AC initials of you gonna fall down Manolo el Gordo showed him growing up Liberty of liberty, liberty to dope One greeting to Luis León Sánchez I’m Contador a winner of Grand Tour I’m Contador and meat doesn’t suit me I’m Spanish, what do you want to be beaten in I’m “El Pistolero“, I will shoot you He climbed the Mortirolo on fire Another thing not, but he keeps putting his balls Now he is not the best and this isn’t nothing new He uses to suicide himself with his long-distance attacks All the years like this Hardcore exhibition in the Annecy TT He controls the race when he doesn’t touch the seat With his jumpy style he is a celebrity Alberto Contador champion He climbs until the summit, caution that he derails Always together with his heat stickers Another lie goes there Alberto Contador isn’t a troll He has his little things, maybe he retires The troll of Tinkov is unbearable Ah, and the tibia He was a mode like Froome is right now But he had the steak of Irún Legend in Fuente Dé Of the tibia of the tableland Kreuziger He is losing in each Tour Full gas Albertito!, full gas! Can he do anymore? Ball insect He is glad with the Emonda, touched and sunken Alberto Contador running to sunk the fleet We can check that glory days Those times he showed his pistol Repossessed from some wins We can check excusing and trolling days A Porsche and listening to Estopa To the mountain to follow turtledoves I love him in each attack I hate in his apologies Lights and shadows, aúpa Contador! Alberto Contador champion He climbs until the summit, caution that he derails Always together with his heat stickers Another lie goes there Alberto Contador the best Pure Spain brand is the fucking karma Zero comma zero zero zero of clembuterol What a dirty trick Andy Schleck suffering a failure And he attacks without pity, that counted The troubles with Armstrong, maybe I retire The troubles with Vino, the steak theme He was in the beach and he took a Giro And with one leg destroyed the Vuelta Pure quality has the one from Pinto And if he doesn’t find it, he invents a trick There isn’t nobody riding with those Grand Tours He doesn’t left anybody, he isn’t fine And when they pass him, he reinvents himself Contador an alien on the bike He hides the disaster very multipurpose He is pure blood and he explodes it well He thinks to be from other species, always brave Alberto Contador nothing human defeats him Alberto Contador champion He climbs until the summit, caution that he derails Always together with his heat stickers Another lie goes there Alberto Contador please Always the smash he has prepared Admit that sometimes you’re a bit loser That doesn’t matter