Virao

Tell me, Geniuz
We’re active
Long live the drugs
El Favo, you bastard, Jamby
Symphonic
The Futurama, the High Music
Team Favo
Immortal
G4, you bastard

I got my enemies on the run
Three empty clips, locked and loaded
The angels of my dead ones by my side
For being turned, we leave you lying

I got my enemies on the run
Three empty clips, locked and loaded
The angels of my dead ones by my side
For being turned, we leave you lying

I got my enemies on the run
Three empty clips, locked and loaded
The angels of my dead ones by my side
For being turned, we leave you lying

I got my enemies on the run
Three empty clips, locked and loaded
The angels of my dead ones by my side
For being turned, we leave you lying

They took out my brother, turned, he fell the next day
I got blood on my hands
These people are confused
You can tell they’re lost
You don’t know the rules, you turn, you die
They even mess with the women (bitch)
We’re gonna kill you, you’ll be on the news
We got the power

Locked up in the house
Don’t mess with the dough
Your brains outside, the bullets go through (bastard)
I chill with a couple of girls who say I’m the cousin of the guy from WhatsApp
I pass through thousands, it’s a disaster
They live it up, but it’s all lies
Without a diploma, we work in pharmacy
We send substances to Asia

Trigger pullers from the hood
There are plenty of guns and rifles (grrr)
I grew up with the hitmen
I left fear in the closet (no fear)

Trigger pullers from the hood
There are plenty of guns and rifles (Santurce)
I grew up with the hitmen
I got balls, you got ovaries

I got my enemies on the run
Three empty clips, locked and loaded
The angels of my dead ones by my side
For being turned, we leave you lying

I got my enemies on the run
Three empty clips, locked and loaded
The angels of my dead ones by my side
For being turned, we leave you lying

I got my enemies on the run
Three empty clips, locked and loaded
The angels of my dead ones by my side
For being turned, we leave you lying

I got my enemies on the run
Three empty clips, locked and loaded
The angels of my dead ones by my side
For being turned, we leave you lying

My mom tells me to be careful
Because in this world, there are many ready to strike
Anyone can throw a hook at you
They’ll take you down, want your shit confiscated
And they follow your route, they mess with your girls
In your name, they enjoy the benefits
But the day they take me down
I got crazies for me who execute

Not even a priest can save you
I got lunatics all around
They want to take me down, I got them watched
Because the little black guy has his game
Chill with the F and Cristián Peseta
Rest in peace to all the dead ones
Who taught me to make this recipe (amen)

Trigger pullers from the hood
There are plenty of guns and rifles (wuuh)
I grew up with the hitmen
I left fear in the closet (normal)

Trigger pullers from the hood
There are plenty of guns and rifles (got balls)
I grew up with the hitmen
I got balls, you got ovaries

I got my enemies on the run
Three empty clips, locked and loaded
The angels of my dead ones by my side
For being turned, we leave you lying

I got my enemies on the run
Three empty clips, locked and loaded
The angels of my dead ones by my side
For being turned, we leave you lying

I got my enemies on the run
Three empty clips, locked and loaded
The angels of my dead ones by my side
For being turned, we leave you lying

I got my enemies on the run
Three empty clips, locked and loaded
The angels of my dead ones by my side
For being turned, we leave you lying

For being turned, yeah, you bastard
El Favo, you bastard, Jamby (Jamby)
Fuck Fake Music
Villa Palmera
We’re active
Long live the drugs (mmm)
Tell me, Geniuz (Little Geniuz)
Symphonic (Sinfo)
Santurce, damn
Puerto Rico active, 100x35
Whoever turns will die, bastard
This is a family
Whoever breaks the chain will have their hands broken, right away, bastard
Hear me
Tell Bazuka (Bazu)
Damn, we’re active
Kid
Cristián Peseta
AF
Rest in peace, Chula
Rest in peace, Diertón
Eliezel
We’re active, damn
Carolina, to Santurce
We won’t let it fall
The same old ones
Tell me, Cristián, ha, mmm
My people
John
Yoma
Get back to grinding, ha
Fuck Fake
The Fame, you bastard