Mucha Calidad

Symphonic, you brought the symphony
You know, daddy, there's no need to die for a wing
Daddy, the stove is on
And these people shouldn't look because this is
High quality!

It is said that everything comes in its time
But time is running out, yeah
I can't lose focus for a moment
Or I'll end up with nothing

And I want money, I want women
I want to have everything the rich have
And turn the tables, on request, son, get out of the point
Because you already smell like a corpse
But I want money, I want women
I want to have everything the rich have
And turn the tables, on request, son, get out of the point
Because you smell like a corpse

(aha! millions records)
This flow is different, I'm going to record it from memory
So the first bastard who comments can eat it
Fire, burst, people in pieces
The storm is coming and will take you, make way!
I have the candles for your ceremony, soon you will be history
With Symphonic, I go from old to glory
Messing around at the top, I have a bunch of whores
Don't front, motherfucker, you really can't handle it
Fumigating pests, full of light with the rings
I leave them in the tractor, I put them without playing Ouija
They are bankrupt and want to front with what's not theirs
Calm down, asshole, don't make me bring out the venom
I cultivate pure seed and pure note is what I get
I'll send the infrared right away to your eyes
Screw yourselves, rot, die and kill each other
You're a tremendous pig, a bug sniffer, I know it

I-I-I know that if I continue with this they will hit me hard
They would like to leave my brains stuck to a wall
To decompose in a dark mountain
But they can't with me, I swear I'm the devil
Come on, bastards, don't measure strength
You've never seen when I hang a blue rock on my head
The advice: from now on, pray
And don't get caught with your family or you'll all end up in the bushes
Voices are heard in your brain
Hey, death is looking for you, your days are getting dark
Every time a pig dies, I celebrate
Sorry that your old lady has to dress in black
And I told you I'm involved with the loose finger
And that in broad daylight I'll get you even in the market
Calm down, kid, don't get involved in the story
I have the account history, I'm the one who knocks them out
Being a millionaire for being bloodthirsty
Like the vampire at night and sleeping in the newspaper
My friend is a lizard named hitman
And if I work, the hitman falls asleep! Bam!

(Symphonic!)
I accept the empi five, the chambona already for a fire
The gunpowder ignites at the hammers, again and again they fall
Danger attracts me, I dismantle them
In the trunk I put them every time
Pass me the glock, the lg with the 30-round magazine
At full speed to erase their masks
Prrr, motherfucker, put it on the bill
All that's left is the shell and a memory of my strength
Nigga, the under gang gang dawg
I have a wagon full of ak
I have magic rifles that the law doesn't even have
I have snails, 50s and 100s for you

(Chyno ny-nigga)
Yo! Colleagues fear the honor of killing rhythm
The fecas fear, because I'm a bastard and I decipher them
You let me know, Sympho, strong for these bug sniffers
They forget that this is 100 for 35
The end began in the intro, your girl took off her belt
And wants me to plant the whole sausage in her
The pig killer nails nymphs
Snoring puppets and they kidnapped the Simpson family
I'm ready, I have a ready alicter
And I'm going to make your breath rise through a tube
Go ahead, your expectations are not real
The packages are a package just like the metals
You want me to record them on YouTube
What you sell are chocolate bars
Go and look for the square, haha, dude, don't screw around
Let the ladies admit that it's small and fits in your mouth
(Nova and Jory)

And I want money, I want women
I want to have everything the rich have
And turn the tables, on request, son, get out of the point
Because you smell like a corpse
But I want money, I want women
I want to have everything the rich have
And turn the tables, on request, son, get out of the point
Because you smell like a corpse

Haha, you know, pure, pure!
I always wake up wanting to conquer the world
Turning the tables and not leaving the point
This is going to be there, solid, and we continue on the prowl
With just one strong blow, screw up the box to the ceiling
It's my moment, and I defend but in my life
Who and who decides to dictate the book calmly in line
These demons telling me no more massacres now
This is no joke, it's proven they're not from the heart
I hook up two short ones and four 30-round magazines
So they feel the downpour, let's see if they learn
I want more money, the more I have, the more I want
If I want, I'll make the whole world disappear
(Pacho! Haha, Cirilo! Alqaedas Incorporated!)

She told me, son, take a seat
And let's talk about the things we carry inside
I'll understand that none of us keeps anything from anyone here
And I'll teach you, eh
That everything ends in a moment
Every night when you go out, I have a premonition
Be careful who you hang out with and who you associate with
I swear anyone can die here
Son, don't let go of the gun, ah

Plop, plop, plop
I'm always on the lookout with the nail open
In case I can't distinguish between an enemy's car and an agent
At random, I have the skirt, I never nail it
Because there are times when you don't dare to pull it out
Cirilo ready, this bastard is always asleep
He always says there's no war until someone
Comes, goes, breaks the cold, and you got it back
Now the whole case goes crazy to hunt but crazy you died
And they combed you, women always disguise themselves
I give it to them in hotels, I haven't taken one home
What they collect is simply to save
Half for the image and for when I feel like spending

And it surprises me how they bite out of envy
So be clear and remember
That to get here I've had to screw myself

I want money, women, ambition calls me
Convertible cars, trips to the Bahamas
I'm an explosion but I'm not the one who kills in 2010
I caught every enemy looking for me on my GPS
I'm the dad because I have so much intensity
I'm going to sing to the universe in this good freedom
I'm a star ruling in the lyrical
They've tried to pass me the baton and no one knows how to paint
And I'm going to make a plan to rise above
In this fuckin' genre, I'm the Great Wall of China
My mother says get out of the point, bad contaminates
The path is God's, the sky illuminates me
But I like cash, keep traveling
Either I get rich from this or die trying
I keep scheming, activating my big movie
One of these days I'll die and the curtain will close

Let them all go to hell
I'm the one with the baton
If they don't straighten up, I'll use brute force
I have plans to return to my old ways
To do evil like in my past life
Fresh, meaning money
My universal voice is running around the world
Since they can't match me, they have to park
Like now, it hurts you to find out
That Uni signed me and I have millionaire plans
And thanks to my God, I have everything I need
Yomi! You guys understand this is speed, daddy
It's resistance, hahaha

And it surprises me how they bite out of envy
So be clear and remember
That to get here I've had to screw myself