Diamantes En Mis Dientes (feat. YOVNGCHIMI)

Oh my God, deliver me from evil disguised as good
And envy disguised as friendship
Deliver me from betrayal disguised as loyalty, amen
Huh?
Real until death, did you hear, bastard?
EZ made the beat

Amen, my God, forgive me, I know I killed them
The parking lot died when I parked the Lambo, huh
I walk with the devils in the rough neighborhood
And the grass is sticky

Bastard, no one snitches here
Black and white like Sammy Sosa
Baseball gloves
I'll put the glizzy between your eyebrows
And face to face, because you're going to die, so you can see my face

Real until death
Bastard, we're not in Gold Star times
I'm a child of God but in this land of demons my gun protects me
I don't slip up, moving kilos to the United States
Tell me, how do I trust if friend is spelled the same as enemy?
And with friends like you, why have enemies?
Bastard, I'm a son of a bitch

Diamonds in my teeth, eh-eh
Always with a hundred delinquents, eh-eh
Bro, what's up? Don't sing along with me
My circle is closed, I was born alone and I'll die alone, uah, uah

Diamonds in my teeth, eh-eh
Always with a hundred delinquents, eh-eh
Bro, what's up? Don't sing along with me
My circle is closed, I was born alone and I'll die alone

Lamborghini, hitting the sticks
The notebooks on a plane like Ralo
Foreign drip, Milano
I move drugs like a Mexican

Step on your block, Versace
Like Ñengo, the hit in the Banshee
We light up the R's, make them sound like mariachi guitars

Diamonds in my teeth, Johnny Dang
Shining hit and that's on gang
Dissing on me? Pussy, you gonna bleed
If I don't catch you, it's twenty bands

Mvrda Gang, that's for the shooters
We enter your corner with Uber cars
The Glizzy and YOVNGCHIMI are like Freddy Krueger
Switch on the Glock, they better move

We really smoking on dead ops
Certified steppers from Llorens Towers
Beware if my devils get high
In your helmet a kilo of lard
This is Glizzy Gang, but I also hook up with the FN and the SCAR
In my teeth the VVS diamonds, if I see you from the Lambo we'll break the glass

Diamonds in my teeth
Always with a hundred delinquents
The VVS and the baguettes pulled out of the mud
I walk with the clothes, with my devils and even alone

Diamonds in my teeth, eh-eh
Always with a hundred delinquents, eh-eh
Bro, what's up? Don't sing along with me
My circle is closed, I was born alone and I'll die alone, uah, uah

Diamonds in my teeth, eh-eh
Always with a hundred delinquents, eh-eh
Bro, what's up? Don't sing along with me
My circle is closed, I was born alone and I'll die alone

It's been a while since I went to mass
The thirty comb is seen on the shirt
I enter the club and they never search me
If they're going to hunt, brother, call and let me know

Here the fastest kills, although there's never a rush
They sent first and I broke the windshield
I answered them inside the Nissan
And we crashed them at Domino's Pizza
Then I get down, I smashed his face

My forty is loaded with extensions, you know me
I can't decide in public, I hooked up the twelve
I put you on all fours and bite your ass
Then I hit it hard and come on your ass and back, uah, uah

A plan in mind, the rifle in hand
Power to make your brothers bend
Money for war, I don't bother with peace
I'm not one who fell asleep and got killed

I'm one who moves forward and reaches you
While we kill you, they operate on your kiosk
All premeditated if Homicides takes me
Warring like Pablo and Orejuela

There's no tougher trapper than me, none born
Talking bad about me is nothing, they even talk about Christ
My word is worth more than my millions
I walk with my rifle and my balls

Diamonds in my teeth, eh-eh
Always with a hundred delinquents, eh-eh
Bro, what's up? Don't sing along with me
My circle is closed, I was born alone and I'll die alone, uah, uah

Diamonds in my teeth, eh-eh
Always with a hundred delinquents, eh-eh
Bro, what's up? Don't sing along with me
My circle is closed, I was born alone and I'll die alone, uah, uah

Real until death, did you hear, bastard?
Huh?
The math will always be nine times three
We're going to keep lighting up the streets out here
Brr
Real until death is not just music
Real until death is four motherfuckers
Riding in a car lighting up the Dracos above
And getting out and erasing your face
That's real until death, ass-kisser
At least twenty bastards, each with their gun
If the short one doesn't come in, YOVNGCHIMI won't go on stage, brr