Del Infierno Me Escapé (feat. Homer El Mero Mero)

Yeah (ah), yeah (ah), MDB
With a gun in the glove compartment and a first-class style
I come out fresh, want cash, four babies modeling for me
With a crazy flow, unmatched quality
B*tch, I come from the hood, ended up on the catwalk

And now what? (What?) And now what? (Yeah, yeah)
I escaped from hell again
We're charging a hundred a month, b*tch, we're good
I have diamonds in my mind and also in the chain, yeah

With a champeta and a bad girl in the jacuzzi
I bought some Louis Vuitton kicks and a UZI
She has it pink like the tussi
Baby, all this money is from the streets and the music

I hit the streets looking for the hundreds
Every time they see me, I'm with the Giméne'
There's no rapper that can stop me
The girl sucks it in bed and comes

The haters throw at me, they're resentful
Because yesterday the baby came with me
She said: C.R. or, what a damn sound
Son of a b*tch, there's no one like you, wow

Everyone knows who owns the flow
I have so much drugs, b*tch, I'm a Rolling Stone
I represent the hood, never lost ambition
These haters are running when we take action

Everyone knows who owns the flow (the flow)
I have so much drugs, b*tch, I'm a Rolling Stone
I represent the hood, never lost ambition
These haters are running, Bardero$ takes action

In the city or in the countryside, protected by my saint
Negotiating with the bank, shooting like a sniper
To be frank with you, I always hit the target
The one we hit in black, we cover with a cloak

I haven't lost any skills, still as demonic
Doing my new feats with the stacks on a sheet
Manufacturing pure drugs like in a lab
With the 9 and the 40 in the desk drawer

There are some infiltrators looking for a solution
That's why I'm careful with communication
Always keeping a low profile and not drawing attention
I'm doing my job, exercising my calling

Another kilo for dinner, another liter for the sorrows
I go to Copacabana with a Cuban and a Brazilian
I'm going to be a bandit until the day I die
Bury me with my metal and set fire to the glove compartment

Oh, everyone knows who owns the flow
I have so much drugs, b*tch, I'm a Rolling Stone
I represent the hood, never lost ambition
These haters are running when we take action

Everyone knows who owns the flow (owns the flow)
I have so much drugs, b*tch, I'm a Rolling Stone (Rolling)
I represent the hood, never lost ambition
These haters are running when we take action