Aplicándola

I want those two of 40
Yes, go for it, go for it, until they can't fit anymore
And take this one of 75 too
With this one I'm going to hit this son of a bitch in the head
They will respect the good or the bad, sons of a bitch
Symphonic!

I know it pisses off many to see us at the top
A hurricane of bullets is coming to your area
The AKs keep coming down from Palestinian lands
This is g4, motherfucker, whoever doesn't take their corner will die
And they're applying it, one taken out and another hooked
Making all those who swing foul balls bleed
Tell me, sinfo, how does the rhythm sound? Devilish
The devil will take away all those who have betrayed you

These sons of bitches don't know what loyalty and respect are
The true values that go above all else
(In life you have to learn to be grateful, baby)

If Ñengo points and shoots at you, you give the tar with your face
Here all the boys are separated from the men
They will have a bad time, ask for help
Controlling it in the street and active with the penitentiary
The guns will sound, the rifles will chorus with them
All the bullets from the hollow-point magazines with gold tips
They will fail, I assure you
My AKs hit hard and pull out all your guts through your ass
They die if they come in, I'm going to break their heads—
That's a debut and farewell, they don't even know where they are
Ran-tan-tan-tan, you'll never sound again
We're better than yesterday, now we have an arsenal
To debut with scumbags like you
Shooting them until their health is fucked

Son of a bitch, son of a bitch
They don't even know where they are, yeah
Ran-tan-tan-tan, ran-tan-tan-tan, ran-tan-tan-tan
If Ñengo points and shoots at you, you give the tar with your face
I-I-I know it pisses off many, it pisses off
To-to-see us at the top
The-the-the guns will sound, the rifles will chorus with them
Ran-tan-tan-tan, ran-tan-tan-tan
You'll never sound again, the-the-the guns will sound
Until their health is fucked
Symphonic!