Mi Voz Cuesta Un Billión (feat. Mora)

Real until death, you hear, bastard?
Ouch!

It's tough to see me rise, it's not a hundred thousand for a party
My voice costs a billion, don't try to measure it (real until death)
Your moment has passed, like it did for Grant Hill
You're bitten like Tyson fighting Holyfield

It's tough to see me rise, it's not a hundred thousand for a party (me)
My voice costs a billion, don't try to measure it
Your moment has passed, like it did for Grant Hill
You're bitten like Tyson fighting Holyfield

Here there's no fear of dying (they want everything the hard way)
Here there's no fear of dying (the Buddha)
And whoever opposes will suffer (Trujillo)
Whoever opposes will suffer and we'll sink their ship

We go into your corner
And shooting, we kill whoever's squaring up
They thought I was crazy, now the message is getting through
Did you see, suck-up? We're not playing around
And if you don't want to die, move to Orlando

We kill you with the Donald Trump mask
I call your brother and we shout: What's up, bastard? (He's dead)
I have a Draco on me and on my iPhone is your location
It's not the same to call us than for us to show up at your alley

And we come back with bloody Jordans
For the thugs, lead and for the singers, a slap
We have the red street 27 (
And in Santu we have five hundred sticks between R and 47

The devil climbs on me and we light up the Kenepa stick
Who were they? Sincerely: The devils, so you know
The cops die nicely
We kill their mom, dad, cousins, uncles, aunts, sisters, and the dog
And after we kill you, we revive you again and kill you once more

The hitmen and the big shots have my back
Then they don't move, but yours is already settled (you're gonna die)
You swore to walk straight and ended up twisted (bent)
I looked at Pablo's notebook and you were crossed out

Giving you five hundred shots, I already put it in the agenda (in the agenda)
Bastard, I don't sing nicely and I'm a legend
I've passed that stage of flaunting with jewelry
I'm looking at NBA teams (Ah) to buy one (Hahaha)

Twenty cuts in one house
Ten hits in another apartment, brr
Looking at photos of friends I lost
And looking at screenshots of enemies who are dead

Who wants to kill me? Hidden friends?
Come together bastards so you can die together
The .30 on the waist, the '47 in the bag
Today they're my enemies and tomorrow they're dead, brr
(Real until death, son of a b*tch)

It's tough to see me rise, it's not a hundred thousand for a party
My voice costs a billion, don't try to measure it
Your moment has passed, like it did for Grant Hill
You're bitten like Tyson fighting Holyfield

Here there's no fear of dying (quarry, you hear, bastard?)
Here there's no fear of dying (La Calma)
And whoever opposes will suffer (haha, the house)
Whoever opposes will suffer and we'll sink their ship (with a stash)

I had to bury my best friend, and I dedicate this fight
I wasn't going to fight, I dedicate this fight to him
I was gonna rip his heart out, I'm the best ever
I'm the most brutal and vicious and most ruthless champion there's ever been

There's no one can stop me
Lennox is a conqueror? No, I'm Alexander, he's no Alexander
I'm the best ever
There's never been anybody as ruthless
I'm Sonny Liston, I'm Jack Dempsey, there's no one like

I'm from their cloth
There's no one that can match me
My style is impetuous, my defense is impregnable
And I'm just ferocious
I want your heart, I want to eat his children
Praise be to Allah

Real until death, you hear, bastard?