Corazón Vacío

That's life, empty heart
I don't know who to be, I don't know what to think
I know that someday it will be my turn
But I won't give up, I won't give in
I know I'll die in the street
And as long as I live
The plastic always takes care of me
The plastic always takes care of me

I walk with Mrs. Plastic and American Express
If I catch you with the chipote, I'll make you minced meat
In my combo, there are plenty of sticks
And if I have to pull, I pull, bitch, I pull

I've been at war since the times of Raelo
I don't think twice to burn your hair
I smell that they're looking to watch over you
That I hook 2 out of 30 and write Lele

They're scared, I notice it, don't snore at me
They blew up Kennedy with 100 in his gang
If they give me the break to grab the full
I'll blow your head inside the protul

There's a role, they don't have money for a full sipa
Everyone wants to be Little Wayne, Jay Z, or Yarrul
I don't pretend to sound super stupid
But if I grab the bitch, I'll weave the melon
I'm seeing how they're dying in the street
Everyone walks with R, but they die laughing

That's life, empty heart
I don't know who to be, I don't know what to think
I know that someday it will be my turn
But I won't give up, I won't give in
I know I'll die in the street
And as long as I live
The plastic always takes care of me
The plastic always takes care of me

Get the pit bulls down and tie them to the stairs
I have Freddy Krueger well posted on the roof
If anyone moves, shoot them and bury them in the sand
Greetings to Monte Hatillo, Las Dalias, and Manuela

I'm unbreakable like the Colt 45
I bury it in the yard, let it sit for a couple of months and plant it
It shoots like new, I look at it at night and it reveals to me
And it asks me to take it out, shoot it, and not sleep

There's more than one movie maker, the star
Like the Bryants in the Lakers
I put you to sleep without dreams if you have to give sniker
I swear to you that in this, Lele, I'll break your ass
That's a recycling drone, we are the tough ones

Leather doll, I kill the league starting from scratch
Cooking up badass melodies in the cauldron
Leave the movie stuff, it won't throw the ugly on top
You're looking to see Michael, smells like a bug in that mi de'o

That's life, empty heart
I don't know who to be, I don't know what to think
I know that someday it will be my turn
But I won't give up, I won't give in
I know I'll die in the street
And as long as I live
The plastic always takes care of me
The plastic always takes care of me

Hey, Lele, the secret weapon
Pichy Boy, Skaary stopping the movie
You know, get ready for yours
You're sleeping too much, prrr
Hey, this is Secret Family with the Earthlings
Listen, daddy, money takes care of me
Since you were playing with marbles
Listen, bastard, you're a girl in boy's clothes

Hahaha, Hebrew soon the foreigners my family
Run, run, pepi, cindy, rabia, pucho, you know
We are a lot
If I keep scheduling everything
Man, Fekel M313, you know the map in the house
Making noise, ok
The F take with us, we hang it up haha
We are the tough ones
Rottweilas Inc Secret Family
Mala Fama Music
Tell Bad Boy
That we are
The crew of the Michael Myers
The Earthlings Inc