Que Esta Pasando (feat. Calle 24)

What's happening, it's heard on the radios
They're following us, it seems they're the opposition
There are several trucks, but we're holding them off
My buddy and I are here, but we're well armed

I loaded an extended magazine into the horn
I said a Hail Mary and almost snorted a gram
I looked in the mirror and saw them getting closer
They fired several shots, but none hit

At that moment, honestly, it made me laugh
They already knew it wasn't a rehearsal

Through the sunroof, I started shooting like crazy
The horn rattled and they hit the glass
I got one down, just four more to go
We hit the dirt and that's where we messed up

My buddy, all crazy, didn't control the car well
And in a little ditch, that's where we crashed
Bullets were flying, my smile disappeared
And even my life slipped away

And since 6-2-5
Pure Calle 24, old man
Pure Fuerza Regida
Street Mob shit, my boy
Another mess!

I kept fighting, but they got ahead of me
I had my bulletproof vest, but they pierced it
When I opened the door to get out of the car
My blood amidst lead and still I kept going

Now in heaven, I ask for forgiveness for my actions
I'm leaving this life, but they won't leave unscathed
So much adrenaline, I couldn't feel the blows
Like Tony Montana, for the pass he's given me

When I least expected it, my arms wouldn't respond
I fell weak to the ground, honestly, I was crying
Resting my body now lying down
To hell where we're going

Street Mob, Rancho Humilde
Lumbre Music