Diablos y Angeles (feat. Farruko)

I know people who were betrayed by a brother and
They got up early and it wasn't even early
I know that betrayal and friendship go hand in hand, hand
It is not known who is who

Farru, I kill and die for stamps
That's where my children eat, if it's not me, it's them
Not to mention the justice that has me by the neck
Enemies who fell and those who turned around, tell me

What's the point of lowering it if they raise it?
And I have already asked the God, who is beyond the clouds
Sometimes I think he doesn't even listen to me anymore
But as long as I'm alive, neither Mai nor my children are going to fight, Farru

What good is money, power and advertising to you?
If when they catch you you won't be saved?
I know that we have to survive but on the way
You go, you end up in jail or at a funeral

The street is bad, no one has a word
If they catch you on guard, they will turn around

That's why we are where we are, we are or we are not and whoever wants war, we will kill each other

I had brothers who were crazy
They got fucked by a crazy ass and left them lying there
Not counting those who turned out to be friends with the viraos
And they left them in the light with the stick buried

And the tool was left on the seat
They were addicted to Rambo and failed in their attempt
Hache, you know that we are not made of cement
And what I say is real, it's not a fairy tale

And if I leave the street, how do my children eat?
I prefer to continue fighting and let the bodies collapse
I don't see any more pictures than the ones I have in my abdomen
I don't sing choruses with the chota so that Fede doesn't show up

And even if they keep me behind fences
I will never be a scoundrel, I have a pulse that shoots and never fails
The devil gives me a boost and turns me into a super saiyan
And yet I ask God to rescue me if they guide me

And I understand you, but there are more ways to make money
I'm not going to preach to you but put God first
That under fire the firefighters cannot save you
And they put you on the andaimer if the postman speaks

I can't stay like a statue
Better that they give me life imprisonment, if it's my case
I made money to measure strength with those with ties
Fear is for those who let it go, as the pirate told me, amen

What good is money, power and advertising to you?
If when they catch you you won't be saved?
I know that we have to survive but on the way
You're going to end up in jail or at a funeral

The street is bad, no one has a word
They catch your guard, they will turn around
That's why we are where we are, we are or we are not
And whoever wants war, we'll kill each other

What good is money, power and advertising to you?
If when they catch you you won't be saved?
I know that we have to survive but on the way
You go, you end up in jail or at a funeral

The street is bad, no one has a word
They catch you off guard, they're going to look at you

That's why we are where we are, we are or we are not
And whoever wants war, we'll kill each other

My circle is small and clear
If I detect strange things, we take you out just like the one who doesn't shoot
The old lady also once told me to get out of here
Before I take her she will do it
Or a brother will turn to me

And I told her, old lady, it's too late for that
The street put me to the test and the process is endless
The war never ends no matter how much this is fixed
And Farru, so that they can kill me for murder, I'm going to jail

Brother, you are thinking wrong
Everything has a beginning, everything has an end
Your life is a story that whoever loves you will tell it
But you decide how it will end

Yours have died imprisoned in the patrol
They want to kill you for the catienso, that's what is whispered
There's a cult on the court, a pastor who calls your name
And after he mentions you he shouts hallelujah

Farru, I believe in God
But there are pastors who preach morality in their underwear
Judging without the gavel
Mine was out of necessity, it was not to prove anything to any gang
And they blew up my latch

The most wanted says martial arts and the most attached says the street
And the report in court has detailed it with the details
Individual who controls the underworld and as much as I regret it
They will not forgive me and that is the detail Farru

This song is dedicated to all the bandits who are on the streets out of necessity
And every time they try to get out, the devil sinks them deeper, the street is not a game
Hanzel the H tells you, the one with the white eyes

What good is money, power and advertising to you?
If when they catch you you won't be saved?
I know that you have to survive, but on the way
You're going to end up in jail or at a funeral

The street is bad, no one has a word
If you get caught, they will look at you
That's why we are where we are
We are or we are not and whoever wants war we will kill each other

Hansel the H the one with the white eyes
It was Farru, a collector's item
Alqaedas Incorporated, Pacho Forever
Dime Yeti, chosen record

Dry a doublet is millions by law
Tell me Baby, a new flow
Leo Wizard, Alba
It was Roby, the one with the white eyes