Si Me Toca (feat. Ozuna, Juanka y Ñengo Flow)

Here is where the party starts
The sticks with lasers, banana combs
The prisoner calls, watching the post
If the guard falls asleep, the ugly ones sneak in

I bought a Z, already lit up
Fifty bikes, two hundred abnormal ones
Old Jordan always on my pedals
My enemies have fallen

If it's my turn to go and I die tomorrow
Light up twenty Phillies, call a couple of leather ones
I lived the movie, I don't want to cry
In this street life, few are sincere

I don't even know who to believe anymore
Rattlesnake moving hands
Injecting the virus to my brothers
Envy and evil
I know where it comes from and where it goes, ah-ah
You're worth nothing to me

The difference between you and me is that I'm always killing
Your bitch calls me, I always go, I'm a bad guy
Always zero trust even if we make an alliance
Slipping in my zone and rest in eternal peace
A single fade since I was sixteen

The rifles are spraying as if it were fire in spray
Things are not clear
My nigga shoots you in the face
Let's solve it with bullets

Over in the Middle East they know what's up
We stay away from envy with the Dracos up high
I don't want falsehood
One or two hands to make evil respect

The street taught me that it always comes back to bite
You don't mess around and oaths are not in vain
Don't mess with the junkie if he buys you the cure
He carries the tool and it's a culture

If your buddy gets locked up, don't look at his woman
Because when he gets out, they'll get you
Here contracts are not on paper
My old man's tattoo will always be on my skin

In the neighborhood there are insects, there are corpses
He brings and takes, in the long run it's known
We don't smoke weed, oil, syrup
The crazy babes in DM who nailed me, yeah-eh

If it's my turn to go and I die tomorrow
Light up twenty Phillies, call a couple of leather ones
I lived the movie, I don't want to cry
In this street life, few are sincere (Juanka!)

Where I grew up, criminality is an everyday thing
Here work is not trusted, there are more rifles than in an armory
You have to be careful because the antennas are giving signals
And when you slip, they'll set off all the alarms

In broad daylight in your car making a U-turn
And now who's going to ride the KTM, the Can-Am and the Sea-Doo
In this neighborhood I've lost my freedom and my youth
That's why when I wake up I thank the bearded one (for real)
That I'm still alive

And to back me up, there are a couple of chivo horns
I'll give them to you in a ride on the same consecutive side
Another dead for my criminal record
All the operations sealed
If I get indicted, I'll go fugitive

I'll run even if I come out on Noticentro
In the case, I'm the center
All the tents with the machines inside
I have control of the city (you know)
And if I die, tomorrow remember me, another song and graffiti, ah!

If it's my turn to go and I die tomorrow
Light up twenty Phillies, call a couple of leather ones
I lived the movie, I don't want to cry
In this street life, few are sincere

Real G4 Life and whoever is fake sucks me
They get into the Hall of Fame
For the time of the minors, I'll lower the identical ones
Let's go with fire and the medical center full

Don't forget the bullets in Santurce
They think they're tough and we eat their sweets
I'm not a magician, but I have the tricks
On 167th with brother Farruko (yeah)

The parties started, the chicks were raining on us
The war exploded and we moved to Cotto
When we started, nobody believed in us
You guys have balls, but at someone else's expense

If it's my turn to go and I die tomorrow
Light up twenty Phillies, call a couple of leather ones
I lived the movie, I don't want to cry
In this street life, few are sincere

If it's my turn to go and I die tomorrow
Light up twenty Phillies, call a couple of leather ones
I lived the movie, I don't want to cry
In this street life, few are sincere

Luny, we're back to the avenue
But with more flow
Yeah
Tell me, Gotay
Ozuna
Ñengo Flow
O-Ozutochi
Benny
Juanka
Jone Quest
Superiority
Yamil Blaze
This is PR
Autentik Music