The street calls me and I want to go out
To hunt 2 or 3 who let themselves be seen
I was unhappy for you
If someone dies today
The safest thing that was for me
If looks will kill
Every time you look at me badly
I was dead a long time ago
But normal baby, they say they want to kill me
And they want to see my body cold
And if he has problems, we are hated
Dear colleagues of the genre, present in this emissive
Although it sounds offensive,
It's letting them know that the legend is still alive
The sticks and the short are ready, so let's go over
I have a war with me, my enemies go in chiva
Now everyone is J Balvin, now everyone is Nacho
And so much that they sucked him out and now nobody screams free pacho
Boys, that's why Tempo does not like them
Because he says things straight and they are people who
I fancy pinching a fulete on my teeth
With me do not count
What if I left them stuck as flyers
The sexes in the posts, with the short of Bryant mayers
Real G as Ñengo, as the virgilio combo
I like to feel the handsome ones in front, shouting help
Boobies, little by little and alone, fighting and surviving
To the campaign against me that everyone had
Now it's me who control, chanting the violo
This is beak and spur and I have your cocks by the neck
Making a tortolo
In kush enrolo and although I do not smoke for the probation that I have
I put a serum and I clean them paint them blood and I pass the rolo
Wolf and I crown myself, like you king of this fucking and understand
I have the best slow and it is so that you do not sell, nothing!
The street calls me and I want to go out
To hunt 2 or 3 who let themselves be seen
I was unhappy for you
If someone dies today
The safest thing that was for me
If looks will kill
Every time you look at me badly
I was dead a long time ago
But normal baby, they say they want to kill me
And they want to see my body cold
And if he has problems, we are hated
There are more than 300 soldiers in my army, with me they do not want anything
Or they respect me or calm down or with me they will have a bad time
lately I'm very restless, I do not even want to talk
You put the rhythm that is santana, that as I am going to burst them
Why is it that war against me, is not easy not
Many have died trying, to my ne they give it in trap, to you not
Is that the truth is that I'm killing them, hunting them
Waiting for them to leave GO, rain of bullets
And in the flood they will feel the current of the river
Either they give it to me or they die and if they do not get carried away we're going
To put all his women and then we will record them
My flow is from show, yours late dislow
Funny and false, like the guerber of spots
My war is not against meat
It's against principalities and powers
I do not have singing friends, if not husbands
Of women with whom I do wrong
Mine are wild, mine are wild
Mine are wild, mine are wild
The street calls me and I want to go out
To hunt 2 or 3 who let themselves be seen
I was unhappy for you
If someone dies today
The safest thing that was for me
If looks will kill
Every time you look at me badly
I was dead a long time ago
But normal baby, they say they want to kill me
And they want to see my body cold
And if he has problems, we are hated
Only among all we can make this a better place :)