Bam Pa Ti!

[Mexican]
I hear your pain
It's like that, it's like that
When we get warm
For you being my traitor
I hear your pain
It's like that, it's like that
When we get warm
For you being my traitor

[ñengo flow]
Measure your words, or you will die from the language
Bastard, my full rifle releases the real bullets
Hold, silence endure whatever comes
I have a 15 carbon for you, for it to be sold
Damn! whoever gets involved dies
If you see the expedition, pick up the children
That when I get poisoned and put a battery in the rifle
Lovua leave tirau floating on the reef
Papa God blesses me, while you curse me
I carry the drums to make your eyes gray
And cloud your panorama, I snatch myself with grass
I came back with Mexican, kneel and breast
Papa God blesses me, while you curse me
I carry the drums to make your eyes gray
Just so you know, I don't let myself be screwed
If they invent with us, we bring out the lucifer

[Mexican]
I'm going to kill tonight? Nobody moves here on the street?
They are killing people a lot
I gon shoot tonight how come the blood runs here
From the gutter to the mangroves
I'm going to kill tonight? Nobody moves here on the street?
They are killing people a lot
I gon shoot tonight how come the blood runs here
From the gutter to the mangroves

I declare death in war, leaving bodies in wax
Killing I go ??roads?? forming a thousand shootouts
As rats sneak in, they hide and don't find out
As envy condemns me, it snores and causes me pain
My lyrics burn them when they listen to my song
When they run me (????) there is no end to the problem
If he doesn't talk to you, they find out walls and parallels
How his mind entangles him, how his mind entangles him
If you die first... that's my promise...
That I will write this story, of your betrayal...

[tickling]
Olle, ñengo... don't you have an advil there, bastard? I start listening to these people's songs brother and they give me a headache, bastard, they talk shit with balls...

They say that fame and envy walk far together
I'm already famous, so envy me idiots and idiots
The prince has the chavos in hand (??raise relief??)
With a mack 14 in hand and snow masks
I look for you, I put it on your face and I melt it
I hook it around my waist and run between the screams
It's not a myth, leave the vests, I run light
I walk the sidewalks with 10 human shields
I am eternal, I dress up like a sick guy
To ask you guys with the .40 I put in the thermos
You are confident, lower the car window
Oh shit! It's ticklish, rrram! I clean your pot
See you baby, sorry if I take your lighter
And I turn on a fili while I put a note on your wiper
Where it says "guelebicho with me no one intercedes"
And below in print "I can handle you"