| Everything I take out by law they have to hear it
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| Because I will not fail nor will I fail
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| I am only one face so I will die
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| I'm the street bitch and I won't shut up
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| And even when I'm in the grave
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| In silence I will stun you
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| be careful who you walk with
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| Who are you with, are you with chickens?
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| If they underestimate me, safe exit
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| Remember what surprises life gives you
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| Hey what a suicidal tweet
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| It has always been in vain for sleep to chase
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| Because although your networks are very followed
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| Compared to mine there is no life
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| I am alone for my people arming them
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| Project that the rower is waiting for you
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| We believe the vandals many mamaguevos imitating us
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| Who await my demise and their success are planning the
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| I am traveling this world
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| Hypnotizing hoes like a pendulum
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| This is splendid holy shit they criticize me
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| I'm doing what they can't and that itches them
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| Expensive clothes and lucas for the clika blood of the enemy splashes me
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| Hey, the business is not complicated for me, they want their faces to melt
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| Hey they sound repeated barajita with their music pa carajita
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| This is not from right now I come from when I didn't drink hennessy but a liter of
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| cinnamon
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| Another night out with the gang
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| There are six ships over two hundred miles
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| Rifles that do not trigger we look like the guerrilla
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| Toads dying of envy
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| They want to keep my chair
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| Another night out with the gang
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| There are six ships over two hundred miles
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| Rifles that do not trigger we look like the guerrilla
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| Toads dying of envy
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| They want to keep my chair
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| I got out of the car straight to the plane
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| I have whores and enemies by lot
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| God also protects me a cannon
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| The pietro beretta is my religion
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| Pounds of creepe to the consumer
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| The deliveries arrive in a motosport
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| The parakeet is Carolina Herrera
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| Near the border a plane crashed
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| Tell me Manolo the years go by and I still walk alone
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| You would like to smoke the shit that I roll
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| Bows are green like piccolo's skin
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| I sing for the cholos my brother who is dead I cry for him
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| I have a flow that is coming out of my pores
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| Talking about me, they spend their time making forums
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| Pending my crazy
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| Ahh I already look like fire
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| I'm turning any track I play to ashes
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| Ahhh making money because many fools but few cunning
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| Ahh first the lucas second the lucas then the totos
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| Ahhh whore I'm never wrong or I go wild bitch
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| Another night out with the gang
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| There are six ships over two hundred miles
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| Rifles that do not trigger we look like the guerrilla
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| Toads dying of envy
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| They want to keep my chair
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| Another night out with the gang
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| There are six ships over two hundred miles
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| Rifles that do not trigger we look like the guerrilla
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| Toads dying of envy
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| They want to keep my chair |