Equipados Pa La Guerra

Equipped for war, pure character
Any anomaly, here we reach
Pure good kid, that's my armor
Patrolling without fear, whatever happens to me
Equipped for war, pure character
Any anomaly, here we reach
Pure good kid, that's my armor
Patrolling without fear, whatever happens to me, yeah
I'm the 6-66

The nickname suits me, I resemble Lucifer
I'm taking care of the terrain, we're here to defend
I'm buzzing in the famous, if they want to meet me
Listening to the device, aware, just checking the data
We kill or die, those are the orders I follow
I've been saved from several, I have more lives than a cat
Anti-tank weapons at hand in case things get rough
Make way, I'm in the Lima's gaps
Cheekbone pierced in the style of Pancho Villa
My patrol monkey in the air, the trigger, the machine gun
They lower their gaze if they see the M-60
People say they see some trucks
With a whole arsenal well placed
With several monkeys of suspicious appearance

We're here to clean up the town, the central that reports you
A whole warlike team accompanies me
The tambora horns peeking out the window
Day and night the caravan is seen
We're in for a rough time, this thing got good
We're raising dust on dirt roads
Listening to frequencies on our shoulders
Doing things that no longer amaze me
Several in Lima know how I control

Equipped for war, pure character
Any anomaly, here we reach
Pure good kid, that's my armor
Patrolling without fear, whatever happens to me
Equipped for war, pure character
Any anomaly, here we reach
Pure good kid, that's my armor
Patrolling without fear, whatever happens to me, yeah
The compa arrows well armed to the flip-flops
Carries his M-4, vest full of potatoes
Veteran and that is recognized

Always giving proof to the Lord, the boss 11
My cousin 02, I know he also jumps
With a 60-shot drum, the rifle doesn't jam
A Glock on the leg, the vest well armed
Ready to bump into something
With whatever the 23 is, he thinks he's named with his boys
All-terrain coordinating the guy well
Carries a FN Scar with a 60-round drum
Affirmative, here comes the old man clearing the way through the gaps
An M-16, Charlie gets close
With his ghosts in case the uproar starts
Several teams but all dangerous
The churros bring caliber but from the 3-0-8
We are decided to shoot, crazy with pure bandit
Jet black with the iron outside half glass
We take longer to talk than for the crowd to arrive
The P-1 are very alert at the first call
In the famous, all activated for anything
What my 'apá orders, the anthill gets stirred up
Long and short to defend the terrain
Patrolling at the orders I come listening to the meta
Equipped for war, pure character
Any anomaly, here we reach
Pure good kid, that's my armor
Patrolling without fear, whatever happens to me, yeah
And there it was rapping'
For the 6-66
Version three
And a greeting from him
For the P-1, for the Cannabis

For his compadre 15, for the Guero and the Basuba
For the Taquizas, for the Tolín Infante
For the Pájaros, for the Pumas
For the Cauques and the Bambis
For the Chuquiqui, for the Jokers
For the Chiquis, for the Serpientes, for the Caimán
For all those who wear their shirt well
For the Kamikazi, for the Padrino
For the Pollo, who's buzzing in Los Angeles, California
The Makabélico
The exclusive command
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