Pesadilla En El Bloque 4

My old lady told me you don't have friends
Just trust your pulse and you will stay alive
Only with me do crocodiles walk
Everything I get by law they have to hear
Because I did not fail nor will I fail
I am one face and that's how I will die
I'm the street bitch and I won't shut up
And even when I'm in the grave
I will silently stun you
Be careful who you walk with
That you are the one you hang out with, that you hang out with chickens
If they underestimate me, a sure way out
Remember what surprises life gives you
You hear this and you commit suicide
It has always been in vain that the dream pursues
Because even if your networks are very followed
Compared to mine there is no life

I am alone for my people assembling the
Project that the union is waiting for us
We vandals create many mamaguevos imitating us
They expect my death and their success they are planning it
I am walking through this world
Hypnotizing whores like a pendulum
This is splendid and they sell shit they criticize me
Because I'm doing what they can't and that stings them
Expensive clothes and Lucas for the click enemy blood splashes on me
Hey, business is not complicated for me, they want their faces to melt
Hey they sound repeated little cards with their music pa carajita
This is not from now, I come from when I didn't drink Hennessy but a liter of cinnamon

Another night I'm out with the gang
There are six ships more than two hundred miles away
Rifles that don't lock, we look like the guerrilla
Toads dying of envy
They want to keep my chair
Another night I'm out with the gang
There are six ships more than two hundred miles away
Rifles that don't lock, we look like the guerrilla
Toads dying of envy
They want to keep my chair

I left the car straight to the plane
I have whores and enemies galore
God also protects me a cannon
Pietro Beretta is my religion
Pounds of krippy to the consumer
The deliveries arrive in a motosport
The parakeet is Carolina Herrera
A plane crashed near the border
Tell me Manolo the years go by and I still walk alone
You would like to smoke the shit that I roll
The bows are green like piccolo's skin
I sing for the cholos my brother who is dead I cry for him
I have a flow that is coming out of my pores
Talking about me they spend their time making forums
Pending my crazy
Ahh I already look like fire
I'm turning any track I play to ashes
Ahhh making money because many are stupid but few are clever
Ahh first the Lucas second the family and then the totos
Ahhh bitch I never make mistakes nor do I go crazy bitch

Another night I'm out with the gang
There are six ships more than two hundred miles away
Rifles that don't lock, we look like the guerrilla
Toads dying of envy
They want to keep my chair
Another night I'm out with the gang
There are six ships more than two hundred miles away
Rifles that don't lock, we look like the guerrilla
Toads dying of envy
They want to keep my chair