Vamos a darle

(Coooosculluela)
Yo!
That's me!
Cosculluela Pa
(Coooosculluela)
I'm coming!
This is for the Bandoleros!

Sometimes I dream of another world
While I'm wrapped up in mine
And I stray
From all the pain I've felt
I've suffered for
And it's not for lack of resources
It's the urge
To grab an AK and put it to use
I make excuses
'Cause there's no excuse for me judging
Or blowing up those who are against my side
They're conspiring
But,
The streets are full of snakes
A burning heart
Has made me a suicide and a survivor
I take my chances
And if I gotta hustle, I hustle
In the fire
And if I gotta die, God forbid, I die
I run without fear
A warrior in this upbringing game,
Massacre
That running has made me part of an alliance
I demand,
Where they don't know who I'm with
And if they see me solo, they don't know what I might be packing
From long ones to short ones or medium like UZIs
My music,
Is what inspires me to keep pushing forward

Let's Go over there
(What?)
This is for my gangsters
The thugs who push forward
(What?)
At any moment
Now we go to
(Oh...)
Warrior of the game, of the iron, of the fire
If I gotta die, I die without fear
Let's Go over there
(What?)
This is for my gangsters
The thugs who push forward
(What?)
At any moment
Now I go down to
(Oh...)
Warrior of the game, of the iron, of the fire
If I gotta die...

Sometimes the sun comes out and I feel
Like it shouldn't have
It's like the cold feeling
Of being really hated
In this life
In this war
God in this drama
Save me a spot up there
In case I'm not here tomorrow
I live like a soldier
I die honorably
Lieutenant of the microphone
My lucky charm
And apparently the way
To break through among the greats
My blood
Came out Coscu and the industry expands
Always ready
For whatever the Lord throws at you
And for those who look at me wrong
Let their courage turn against them
I have rage
For those who didn't want me to make it
Now I'm killing it, so motherfuckers die
And they'll see how I'm rising
Moment by moment
A violent flow
And sounding badass for a while
Cosculluela
Shoot to kill all the fakers
Da HitMaker
Among the singers, the Undertaker
I'm a real killer
Don't believe me?
Don't believe me
But you'll remember
When the tide takes you away
And when you see how the crew comes down
To you and messes you up
So, step up
Get ready to see Pa'

Let's Go over there
(What?)
This is for my gangsters
The thugs who push forward
(What?)
At any moment
Now we go to
(Oh...)
Warrior of the game, of the iron, of the fire
If I gotta die, I die without fear
Let's Go over there
(What?)
This is for my gangsters
The thugs who push forward
(What?)
At any moment
Now I go down to
(Oh...)
Warrior of the game, of the iron, of the fire
If I gotta die...

Sometimes I feel like life
Has turned against me
And that my strong days
Have made me grow in rebellion
In this cold war
I gotta be ready for whatever comes
I always have the tools
To defend myself
I walk alone
But alone
And alone I'm gonna keep pushing
I'm killing it in the booth
Cold, wounded, detonating
Those who run
With the fucking cut
You want drama?
You mess with me and they won't find you
Not even in a mountain
The horizons
Open when I arrive
I shoot you in songs
And at least eight hit
Cosculluela Pa'
Prince of the kiss
In flesh and blood
The criminal artist
But Bye, I confess

Let's Go over there
(What?)
(What happened, dude?)
(What?)
Now I go down to
(Oh)
Yo! Echo!
Let's Go over there
(What?)
You know how it is
(What?)
Now I go down to
(Oh)
(Let's go over there)
(Whoa)