Las 3 Torres (feat. Ovi y Junior H)

El Rvssian

I do what I want or it doesn't get done
Very high the armor
The rifles all the time in camouflage
For those who cross the line
So they know, I don't make amends
If you crossed the line, you're done
A bunch of bullets will come looking for you
Don't ask anymore, God, you're gone

It's been a while since I shopped at Ross
The grass here has to give it all
Don't talk to me loud, better lower your voice
If you inflated yourself, we'll empty you all
And no, am I going too fast? Come and stop me
You have a rifle? Then take it out
You have a lot of balls? Then pull them
I don't believe in you or in what raised you
In good times yes, in bad times no
Here we do what I say
No one better than me has been born
Now those who never believed, believe

And even if they talk about me, I won't back down
From Mexico, but we found shortcuts
I became a millionaire and we broke many
Not even asking heaven do they do what I agree
They don't come here, I break them
Don't focus on my actions anymore
I will never die

I do what I want or it doesn't get done
Very high the armor
The rifles all the time in camouflage
For those who cross the line
So they know, I don't make amends
If you crossed the line, you're done
A bunch of bullets will come looking for you
Don't ask anymore, God, you're gone, and no

Yeh
Italian flag, but with an eagle
Bull balls like my fifty
A thousand stones almost in the Vuitton
We fulfill dreams, we live at the top and they call me The Real Boss
Because I earned it with sweat, grapa is nothing, no sir
I ran into my buddy with the loose clothes who sells the best cheese
Who killed the neighbor for being a damn snitch (really?)
That happens to him because the girl liked to wear the long skirt
And that happens to the biggest loudmouth, better stay quiet
If you see me advancing, that I don't fall behind, I wash my hands and continue my steps
I earn it, I don't see, I shut up, I avoid the bad, my diamonds shine
And I keep dancing, ma', I keep shining, ma', I keep high and I don't fall
I can take the hits well, I knew it wouldn't happen any other way

I do what I want or it doesn't get done
Very high the armor
The rifles all the time in camouflage
For those who cross the line
So they know, I don't make amends
If you crossed the line, you're done
A bunch of bullets will come looking for you
Don't ask anymore, God, you're gone

The guns are real, not fake
The chains go through TSA
I learned to be a thug watching bosses
I come from below, that's why
In Los Angeles the gentlemen
I dream of having millions
Being able to kill traitors
To send them to my bosses
I connected with the big heads, from top to bottom I always move
Chains, watches and rings on the finger, if not, I don't want
Car, house and new ass, to feel how I want
And we don't put anything on it but
Car, house and new ass in the real

I do what I want or it doesn't get done
Very high the armor
The rifles all the time in camouflage
For those who cross the line
So they know, I don't make amends
If you crossed the line, a bunch of bullets will come looking for you
Don't ask God anymore, you're gone

Yeh, Ovi, yeh
Nata, yeh, yeh-eh
Yeh, Junior H, the H
The silent letter daddy, Junior H
Junior, hey, the three towers
Rvssian (Rvssian)
Yeah, here we are Rancho Humilde
Tell me, Krizous, Krizous
Yeah, yeah
The roll is laid back, homie (the roll is laid back, homie)
Let it run so the fans break it