Carbon 15 (feat. Anuel AA)

Ah?
Real g4 life
Brr

Nine devils, three cars, we have all the numbers
19-32-23, the circle closed
The lions never mix with the hyenas
And we have a drum for all the traitors at the last supper

Take off the vests, the extras, the gloves and like twenty percos
Yellow tapes and your corpse full of holes
I have a chip for the fools
You get shot in Santurce and even in Cayey the echo will be heard

We stop you in your tracks (tracks) and your knees buckle
Everyone detonating the combs on your helmet
Your body lying there is disgusting
You and anyone who joins will be sown, shot on top of a cliff

PR is on fire, everyone is in war mode
They have to kill me for what's mine, no one will bury me
And whoever clings to life, better step aside
Get organized or you'll hear the scream of a carbon 15

The war explodes and they don't respond, they always hide
Five by five, like the under they fall
Ñengo, tell me where
I arrive with the quarantine and I'm not talking about Ninel Conde

This is for the projects and for the prisoners
The gun goes deep into the plaster
I knew you were a rat when we threw the cheese and you bit it
And we smashed your car in the middle of the expressway and you died
You see, snitch, you fell because you wanted to

Due to the lack of messing around, have all the meetings you want
We arrive in the raptor with all the dracos on the outside
We set the rules on the road
And they hate them, but they don't break them, everyone takes the sidewalk

The war explodes and they don't respond, they always hide
This is for the projects and—
Get organized or you'll hear the scream of a carbon 15
And to all those who are sleeping

Real g4 life, baby, yah
Putting the enemy on edge
Underwater, no one breathes
Son of a bitch, we have your location

Today the rifles are fired against you
First-degree murder, they call us: La Cosa Nostra
The bullets come in boxes for those who go against us
If you mess with your nonsense
I send a shot, the AK disassembles you

Take it easy, little pigeon
I'm too much of a shark for a small hook
I play dumb, I watch them closely
I know they're jealous and they suck up to the puppets
We put an end to the tough guys who were sleeping like tiguere

Blood flows without stopping, the 40 chipeá' inject poison
You know that I dream without fantasizing
In Carolina, Bayamón, if we catch you in traffic
We'll give you a whole comb until the Teflon comes out, bastard

I have my stick called Charizard
I go through the back roads and we give you a hundred and something in the name of the pair
And your bitch always gets wet when she sees the red sight on the AK
We give her the trunk, we don't aim for the leaves

I have the 21 like Roberto
For the cops and all the undercover ones
And don't call me to snore, because all the words are carried away by the wind
And all those who are sleeping will be taken by the dead

Son of a bitch, a road falls and I open another route
And all the Rs are from the box and the mariachi debuts them
The 22 is mutilated, it doesn't even have a plate
And we kill the witnesses who sat in the chair

That's my life, that's the street, that's the war, that's the drug
A fantasy and we go to your corner on the Trojan horse
Bastard, they won't open the damn box at the wake
Any singer who joins will die like Notorious, brr!

The war explodes and they don't respond, they always hide
This is for the projects and—
Get organized or you'll hear the scream of a carbon 15
And to all those who are sleeping