Transtorno
Redimi2
Disorder
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
They say they are bosses and hitmen
That they are trappers of vegetables and millionaires
There is no measure or censorship in their vocabulary
And through this music it is
And through this music it is
My guys are not trappers or hitmen
They are rappers with an extraordinary gift
To win your soul they will do what is necessary
And through this music it is
And through this music it is
The spirit of the Lord is upon me because He has anointed me
To bring freedom to the prisoners and love to the afflicted
For example, you, who are down behind a little sound
But you lack content and talk about things you have never experienced
How is it possible that yours is cush, luxury, and damage?
They say you have a gun and tremble when they see a patrol
(uo uo uo)
If it's true that you wake up in hotels every night with my woman
I would like you to tell me where the hell yours wakes up?
You want to be a trap star, I want to be on the rock
Just as the river flows into the sea, it ends in my heart
For two thousand years I have fought worldwide for what came out of His mouth
You don't explain yourselves in a day and in two years no one knows you
Value, salvation is worth more, in prayer and communion sin goes away
We are not the same, we are real
No matter how much you throw, smell, and pull, with Christ, that fight won't end
Can you imagine where I come from and the things I see in the neighborhood?
What would you think if your child's dream is to become a hitman?
In a scenario where songs are brainwashing him
I come from a place where princesses don't know they are princesses
They dream of toads, being capos' women, living the rich life
It's not the same to see it on TV as to see it on the corner of your house, do you understand me?
That's why we came with a word of faith and power
And through this music it is, and through this music it is
That's why I don't stand with arms crossed, I keep fighting, so make way for me
It's too much, I'm tired of hearing the same rappers who think
What they do is expensive, what they do is expensive
There's no guarantee, so don't compare this fat with a rag, no
We came to give life, life that flows from the simplest
I believed in the Lord, and the Lord lifted me up while in Capotillo
Nothing on earth can stop what started in heaven
This is just the beginning, so stay tuned, see you soon, bye
They say they are bosses and hitmen
That they are 'trappers' of vegetables and millionaires
There is no measure or censorship in their vocabulary
And through this music it is
And through this music it is
My guys are not 'trappers' or hitmen
They are rappers with an extraordinary gift
To win your soul they will do what is necessary
And through this music it is
And through this music it is
No one sells me a dream, I am the owner's son
The trap plans were lost and God gave me back the design
They come with a pornographic message; that's why we bring Trapstorno
To give them salvation and take their souls out of the oven
Have you ever thought that everything they say is fantasy?
That they have millions, they have women because their lives are empty
If they are confessed murderers, how come they never get caught?
Real gangsters move in silence, another mouse with that cheese
I represent the family with more flow than Meek Mill
Why did I come with this flow? Break, Natán, that's what Willy told me
They lie in all their songs putting your life at stake
And how their nose doesn't grow, what grows is their ego
I didn't come to offend you, I came to show you pure
I'm not Redimi2, but I don't sing garbage
Being a trapstornador, they are looking for Natán
Dying in Christ is gain, shoot me in the chest; dying is my plan
So, what more can I say? If everything has already been said here
It's not a dream to finish listening to three guys in a trap and none cursed
These guys who are with me are 20 times tougher than Migos
And we are producing the only trap that your children can consume
No musical genre is bad, tell me who you are to condemn it
Music is the wrapping paper, but that gift must be checked
If it has music, I will use it; I will announce the Gospel
If you can't decipher this code, it's because you're consuming Bad Bunny
Let them cry, let them cry, let them come back and say 'Christians are dissing us'
I also feel like crying when I hear what they're buzzing
You know there's nothing personal here, we keep praying for their souls
But someone had to tell them to calm down because they're going too far
I'm an all-terrain, I came to uproot the venom seed
The trap box looks nice, but the filling needs to be changed
Pharisee, don't try to stop me, I'm not the one of excess
I'm an emissary with a mission approved by the Nazarene
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
They say they are bosses and hitmen
That they are trappers of vegetables and millionaires
There is no measure or censorship in their vocabulary
And through this music it is
And through this music it is
My guys are not 'trappers' or hitmen
They are rappers with an extraordinary gift
To win your soul they will do what is necessary
And through this music it is
And through this music it is
You
And up to here
These who disrupt the world with trap
Causing a trapstorno
(Madiel lara on the beat)
To the trap
Rubinsky RBK
And directly from the Upper Room, El Philippe
Natán el Profeta
And this, your servant, Redimi2, man