Kronicalles

Yeah,
PNO,
Guajiro,
La Etnnia,
My nigga shot,
Tres Coronas
Hey yo, Hey yo

The street has you watched, has you targeted,
You grew up in it, you're too involved,
You can't live normally, always thinking about evil
Who can you rob, deceive, kill,
In the eye you can see the vice
The rest is prejudice
They want to stop him, want to slash him
On the street, he continues with the same
Me
He takes out the AK.
Kills the rats that pass by
Thinking bad, they want to kill
I don't know why they overstep
And when the time of truth comes
They bring the rejects
Envy and threats
They follow me to my house
I look around
I don't see anything better,
I think there is more pain,
Etnnia in splendor
Friend
That's the game in this casino
I tell you
More than one was eaten alive
Grown up, in the city of Bogotá,
Where you must not step wrong,
Where you must respect,
Where you don't want to joke,
Where you have to fight,
Where if you rebel you end up in the hospital
Now pray, return, secret soul,
Like a surprise, in barriers,
Of new goal,
For speaking too much
Will he be able to see Colombian backwards
The brave Dominican from Santiago
They want to see us, that's true
The pioneers of this game
True, don't stay
With the fire of the pen
I'm sincere, true,
Very modern to the extreme
We will play this game
On the ground with fire

Information that proves
That everything was the opposite
Seeing now his picture on TV
And his name on the radio
He flies daily
Like the flight of a free canary
It was done, it is done and it will always be a comment
On the street rather
Here come the fucking marios
Returning to the scene of the verbal crime
Holding up to the letter bringing you the endorsement
The endorsement of the journey
There is nothing that is unfounded
Like the one in an adverse moment
I liquidate him
I don't trust
The obsessive, the compulsive
The paranoid, the depressive
The rumor flies
There goes the guy supposedly trafficking
Here evil multiplies in series
Like a voracious gangrene
The prisoner now pays his sentence
In the club of poverty
Where much is professed
And in funerals
You learn and also pray
Genetic violence
That breaks all aesthetics
Here with my metric
That sweeps all ethics
I already know your figure that is so prophetic
In school existence, he dedicated himself to rotate
On one side and the other always lives on the outside
Of the social circle
He became an antisocial
Marked with the criminal and police record
Where poverty exists, where much is professed
He left, he went to do it because there is no peace on the table
La Etnnia, PNO, Raychesta the secret soul
Spitting on this beat and now covering your damn face
Drying inkwells, that's how I write to you
Beware of the paranoid depressive
Because when the beast poses dying it is more dangerous
Step by step I narrate my tough prose
They roam every date, the unsatisfied thirst
Doped as with opium situation with a proper name
Empty pocket, I go for what's mine
Closed credit better open up to the side
La Etnnia, Tres Coronas with their killer verse
Like a bold magician who appears again and blows
La Etnnia PNO Raychesta the secret soul
In the Chronicles, respect
Ha in the bichaquen