Today I go hunting, God give me luck
I'm from the neighborhood, I'm shooting
Take the rifles with a hot bullet
I'm not afraid, scream the thugs
Today I go hunting, God give me luck
I'm from the neighborhood, I'm shooting
Take the rifles with a hot bullet
I'm not afraid, scream the thugs
Sightings are heard in my farm
Pal de tecatos are breaking the cold
My partner, the cocorote of metals
Now the most sought by the feds
'Tiger One, 10-4 ... Tiger One, I need back up, 10-4 ...
They got too many guns, I need backup, 10-4, 10-4! '
I do not sleep, with my full I'm ganging
The kiosk sells although the dogs are passed by recording
Cut her on the skirt and ready the trigger
Active to my cats from Torre Sabana and Monte Hatillo
I do not sleep because I'm astute
So pig, do not dress me in mourning
I have two on the roof in case someone sneaks in
In connections with the cangris of the Summit and those of Manuela
I'm still alive
Pa 'dead, arrested
I keep on fighting him, fight with that
I go pa 'the disco and I see nebulous faces
But I go with my cat of Cataño and those of Barbosa
If you want war, take out the metals
That in Villa España and in La Perla are my anomalies
After they pull, do not slip
That in Lloren Torres and San Jose are my bacatranes
Today I go hunting, God give me luck
I'm from the neighborhood, I'm shooting
Take the rifles with a hot bullet
I'm not afraid, scream the thugs
Today I go hunting, God give me luck
I'm from the neighborhood, I'm shooting
Take the rifles with a hot bullet
I'm not afraid, scream the thugs
If I'm nebulean and fantamean we give you by law
Greetings to all the gangsters of Ponce and Cayey
Boster, how many have pulled the foot on the boat
We set them off and pumped the puddle
I am sowing terror on the other side
They want me dead, they are commenting
Pal de ca ...... they are freaking me out
With those of Gladiola and Sicardo I am hunting them
Several piglets that are picking me up
When the bastards run to me Orlando
'Ladies and gentlemen...
Passengers on flight # 516 bound for Orlando
Please approach by the door of the boat # 6 ... '
I walk looking for them and turning
With my killers from Gautier and the Gate cangris
They want to hunt me down and get a job
I walk active 'with Selles and Sabana Abajo
'This is real, consul.
This is not like other singers who pull it out of a movie. '
'Boster!
Let them be thrown ... we are in hunting ... '
(Looney Tunes and Noriega!)
(Don Omar!)
Today I go hunting, God give me luck
I'm from the neighborhood, I'm shooting
Take the rifles with a hot bullet
I'm not afraid, scream the thugs
Today I go hunting, God give me luck
I'm from the neighborhood, I'm shooting
Take the rifles with a hot bullet
I'm not afraid, scream the thugs
Only among all we can make this a better place :)