Gente de Negro
Calle 24
Black People
People in black, soldier look
And on the vest they wear an engraved logo
It's said they are trained
And they give their lives for the high command
Tough trucks are spotted
Coming well armed
Heading down to the city
They picked up some enemies
Their bodies are torn apart
They're coming to drop them off
A good interrogation
To stay one step ahead
Of what the general says
He takes a hit
And casually bathes a rooster
To patrol with sharp eyes
Pure Calle 24
The new soldiers, old man
Street Mob, shit
People in black, soldier look
And some fell killing enemies
Clashes over the taken
Because they didn't like what we left them
The hawks always warn
If they see strange movements
Or people who are not from here
The board is not forgiven
If cars pass them by
That's why they bring the original
Another hit
And in the chest, grenades
Taliban style
They stand firm with the company
It took them out of poverty
And they will never forget
