Ready?
Huh?
Come on!
Hey!
I!
Buddha's Family!
Millions Records!
And me...
Hahaha!
First in 'Game Over' they felt a more or less
Councilors with a verb in a cowboy duel
In the NarcoHarpon song there was blood on the floor
With Tito and Hector I combine and with the bambinos I stop the hair
Bullets ran against you with the Mexican
Proving really that there were pistols in hand
Tempo started to sound and sound and become young
The unhappy saw me stuck and threw me
'Masacres de MCs', thank you for dedicating your achievement
Crazy, I am one of the most expensive that I charge
I'm a real gangster
And you are alive for Christ
Millet, you are my children and I already have 2 discs
F *** you, motherfuc ***
Muéranse by envious
Do not f *** with the most powerful
From the connection of the cosos
The one that smokes a pound every two weeks
That when he's going to sing a concert the stage vibrates
Look to see if it's clear or not, ah
They regained my fame
To be able to sell their production
Song by song
I have shown that I have them under my shoe
And I'm talking about the pigs ...
When will they understand
They are like O.G. Black, gross
I broke the entire squad because I'm the cuckoo
Criminal is the absolute
And the threat of Master
You fuc *** bastard
You better run before he crushes you
Hey, locate yourself
You know me well
Pull and promote me
Sing and be excited
Then hold me
Please, retire
More fame and money for me
So support me
Hey, locate yourself
You know me well
Pull and promote me
Sing and be excited
Then hold me
Please, retire
More fame and money for me
So support me
One more for Yankee
He's going to pay me one by one
Because I do not throw myself Nicky
And they sent the body of Cuba
'El Cartel' does not sell records
And do not talk about Guatauba
Tempo bursts, murders and then a fili smokes
And to his defense comes the carbine
What is in the ruin
But for letting yourself see __________
Wanting to be the güira
But the paper turns
To you and your corillo
I pass them over
It will happen to you as it happened to Pillo Corillo
I am from Ponce and it does not inspire me
Fine are my rhymes
And they shine like the diamonds I wear on the rings
Tempo is violent
My voice rhymes with AK
Uba rhymes with madness
And garbage rhymes with Guata
'Few have the knowledge ...
What music is ...
And we have exceeded the limits ...
(Hey!)
(I!)
Boster ...
This is your song...
Take it, daddy ... '
Hey, locate yourself
You know me well
Pull and promote me
Sing and be excited
Then hold me
Please, retire
More fame and money for me
So support me
Hey, locate yourself
You know me well
Pull and promote me
Sing and be excited
Then hold me
Please, retire
More fame and money for me
So support me
Sorry, dark
I'm riding for my respect
I am a full glass
So be still
I am the Tempo, pointing to sides
I go rhyming and looking
Become rich in contraband
Money winning and celebrating smoking
And that in the cars and in the hamlets they are listening to me
With this I'm taking steps
Since many did not pay attention
And now many singers
They become failures
With my ice letters
That are colder than Alaska
You want to be like me, but you still need
I'm going to bust you with the .40 of Baby Rasta
Although after the boat
And celebrate it in the style 'e bichote
I call ten women
With the best necklines
I bought a bag of cripi
And I start listening to Coyote's station
'LOL...
Are you understanding me now?
You know? '
Hey, locate yourself
You know me well
Pull and promote me
Sing and be excited
Then hold me
Please, retire
More fame and money for me
So support me
Hey, locate yourself
You know me well
Pull and promote me
Sing and be excited
Then hold me
Please, retire
More fame and money for me
So support me
These were the ones that were part of ....
DJ Black, the real one!
They know him!
Ecko!
Sup, pa '!
This is Buddha's Family!
Nobody can f *** with us!
Nobody!
Only among all we can make this a better place :)