23 (feat. Cosculluela)

Anuel
Real until death, did you hear, bastard?
Mera tell me Coscu, The Illuminati
A Mexican sends me the work
I bought the highs from the Colombians
The feds are watching what I earn
I'm gonna die with my gun in my hand

I killed them
I lit my 47 and stole all the jobs and got possessed
I crossed them over the border from Tijuana to San Diego and crowned
And sold them for 35 and I peed on the DEA's face
And if they kill me, dress me all in Versace
And bury me with my 23

(Fuckers' flow)
Bury me with the twenty
Triki, I don't buy piky anymore
Now there's more left for those in their 30s and Milky
Now I have more bastards giving me repeat
But this flow with another voice sounds chippy, huh
The money one, the real one, 4 zeros
Riding in the passenger seat
Jordan in the dream team, 23 with the Chi
Presidents' masks, Al Pacino in Heat
From the Hall of Fame, whoever doesn't hate me, loves me
Your boss sucks me off, if that's the hologram
This is unbelievable, my enemy Lucifer
And I walk alone, without Goyo, but with his ghost
Clearly, nobody stops me
It's one thing to hear me, another to see my face
I walk alone, always a couple of asses, Dayanara flow
But if I catch you, plaka plaka, sayonara

Mera tell me Coscu
If you're scared, snitch
Give me 100 years, I'll never snitch
They have me without balls
Brrru

I killed them
I lit my 47 and stole all the jobs and got possessed
I crossed them over the border from Tijuana to San Diego and crowned
And sold them for 35 and I peed on the DEA's face
And if they kill me, dress me all in Versace
And bury me with my 23

Bury me with the Jordans
And make the most of the time granted to you
Today I'm in mourning but tomorrow it overflows
The neighborhoods and projects, if you feel chills
It's because they caught you and gave them in my name
Jesus watches over me from heaven
But on earth we'll bury you even inside Charlotte Russe
Shopping with the girl, whoever moves dies
I'm always ready, but nobody tests me
The bitter one, my toys are all long
And the one who knows, knows well how I unload them
I'm always holed up at home, I never go out
And if I go out, fortify like Wells Fargo, brrr
The nine is chippy, we crown this round and give them another flip
We cross the border, the bus is full
Me with Mueka in the studio, it's always the same kick

Mera tell me Coscu, The Illuminati
Real until death until they kill me
I'm in prison and let them screw themselves
They have me without balls
I'm making money with balls

I killed them
I lit my 47 and stole all the jobs and got possessed
I crossed them over the border from Tijuana to San Diego and crowned
And sold them for 35 and I peed on the DEA's face
And if they kill me, dress me all in Versace
And bury me with my 23

From Doble Castillo
Mera tell me Coscu
Carolina, Puerto Rico
If you're scared, snitch
Up to Cupey, Humacao
Give me a hundred years, I'll never snitch
The whole island
They have me without balls
We'll sink it if we want
Real until death and tell me Anuel
[?] And my Russian rifles, did you hear, bastard?
Torre
House and Los Milton
Tell me Millo
The Street Kingz
We walk with the R15 oiled
24 hours, bam!
Tell me Oreoo, on the beats
Will murder them
Oh, shit
El Princi
El Mueka