A Milli

I come from Puerto Rico
In connection with Colombia
Riding the Burro that leaves you stiff like a mummy
Putting myself ahead in the tech shine
Beware of the ugly ones who don't lower their finger
With the AK I dream of them
Dad, don't get carried away
I have a horn of goat to make
A couple of holes
The AK trades making money with lard
They run like fins when I pull out the 30-30
Perfect the movement
Perfect is the talent
Perfect the son of a bitch who takes you to the pavement
My nigga nigga crazy
We continue with fair
I don't dream on the radio
But I'm the owner in the street
Jokers acclaim me
The guards suck up to me
Don't act like a clown
A few earn
In the mask we are sons of bitches so you know
We come from Puerto Rico and don't mess with us

If you climb to the top, I'll bring you down from afar
With an AK in hand, I go down and cut your throat
I put my flow on sendel
Ask fendel
That we have them sucking and that his record no longer sells

We continue upwards forming turbulence, a product of Valencia
To mess up your existence

Shooting at point-blank range so that blood comes out of the mouth
The diamonds I have are a product of cocaine
Huu ha-ha
Hey we keep killing, I'm burying you
Improvising, I'm winning
The street supports me and I have ballsy chicks
My flow is so heavy that I pull it with drops

Tell sinfo
That the diamonds go in chains
That the birds went up
And the songs are more expensive
Throw yourself, bastard, I'm crazy, mention me to keep doubling
and sleep among millions