| That I bring some little friends to play with me
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| to play with fire
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| We are ready for the jump
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| We wanted to keep the secret of this assault
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| The stockpile of weapons is finished
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| The material counted, loaded, in position and prepared
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| Our paramilitary guerrilla
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| It is the faction most predisposed to attack
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| The geolocated signal
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| To give you in the mother and that you can not do anything
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| We have bullets to spare to unload
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| Words fired to give more
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| More songs, more albums, more videos, more alive
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| More guys, assets, more excessive verses
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| Ratatata-tata, it is the noise that will drill you
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| Give in to pressure
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| Submit to the squad
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| Or go cry in the corner while we take the bastion
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| And it sounds Bang, Bang!
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| We say Bang, Bang!
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| We're not here to make friends Bang Bang!
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| Boy… Have you understood who you are not going to fuck with?
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| Or the sound of a thousand bullets everywhere will make Bang, Bang!
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| Charge, aim, Fire!
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| When I notice that I am going, it is that the game is going to start
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| What you can do, don't leave it for later
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| The strangers arrive… (good)
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| Shooting like crazy steel-tipped bullets
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| Let's rob the bank and run away with the money
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| It will not enter us with subtlety
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| We are more than blowing our heads
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| The human and his nature of him...
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| If you want to be heard, hit hard
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| We conquer any fortress
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| We take all the wealth
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| We fuck you without delicacy
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| But you also like it, and that's the feat
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| I will not stop, I will shoot
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| Several bursts that are going to hit
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| To burst all the morale of any rival
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| I have no mercy, you can call me Santaflow or Satan
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| I have an arsenal, I bring personnel willing to kill
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| You won't escape, I know you won't, I know you won't
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| I will not give place, you are going to touch yourself listening to this bacchanal sound
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| Now I'll keep my finger on the trigger
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| Because I am the man who has given the name to the quickie
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| If you thought you were good, I'll bring down your castle
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| Breakfast rapitos stuffed in sandwiches
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| I'm sure of my style, look at the shine in my eyes
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| You get ready to sing because the chorus is coming
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| In my mouth the most complicated seems simple
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| But try if you can, little bird
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| And it sounds Bang, Bang!
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| We say Bang, Bang!
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| We're not here to make friends Bang Bang!
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| Boy… Have you understood who you are not going to fuck with?
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| Or the sound of a thousand bullets everywhere will make Bang, Bang!
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| I take into account the altitude, distance and air (I prepare myself)
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| I take a deep breath and measure my pulse (I relax)
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| I concentrate and stroke the trigger tactfully
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| I aim safe I count to three and I shoot
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| They are words that impact your face
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| When I rap time stops
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| They come without a brake, they leave you with nothing
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| Because every syllable is a grenade
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| That explodes and leaves you no time to react
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| I'm powerful and as deadly as a Glock
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| You play it yourself doubting this combo that is going to bring
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| The atomic bomb of pure rap that leaves you still without knowing what to do
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| You will be petrified, when you see yourself next
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| Of this command formed by four titans that leave everything desolate
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| You can't ignore it, bro, it's happening
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| Poor little panorama, we're busting it
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| Deny it if you want, although I don't care
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| You have in front of you the new exponent of rap in Spanish and your legs tremble
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| And it sounds Bang, Bang!
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| We say Bang, Bang!
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| We're not here to make friends Bang Bang!
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| Boy… Have you understood who you are not going to fuck with?
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| Or the sound of a thousand bullets everywhere, will make...
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| I smell your fear... you can't even understand how we do it
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| I know it's not easy to understand all this mess
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| Syllables that come together and that's how I proceed, I hear the crowd again
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| They have their creed
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| But unlike him I am true, you can believe in me
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| Keep your finger, you have not even come to know me
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| I do not back down, nor do I intend to give my arm to twist
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| I am very afraid that you will hate me with all your being
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| I come from the most animal stamp that you are going to see
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| Today I grant you this momentary pleasure
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| I bring the good, it's bullets in your skull, fuck
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| I arrived first and it has been slow to ascend
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| I don't give a damn, it's given me time to grow
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| I'm not a rapper, I'm more of a machine gun
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| You let me do the dirty work
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| Because I never fail if I aim at the temple
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| And it sounds Bang, Bang!
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| We say Bang, Bang!
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| We're not here to make friends Bang Bang!
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| Boy… Have you understood who you are not going to fuck with?
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| Or the sound of a thousand bullets everywhere will make Bang, Bang! |