Tombos HP

Son of a bitch who wants to take everything from me if I put on handcuffs
I even fight with my elbows, they only criticize us, they judge us for what we are not
They don't look in the mirror because they are severe fools
The pigs have arrived, the patrol meat crazy women have arrived, the basilocas pirobas have arrived
They want to take away my grams, my wrists, and also my foltas
The combs, the machetes, the cans and the compotes

The atmosphere is agitated, anyone who doesn't jump is bachiloca, they want a service weight
But the quotas are hanging, I am not drop gota
But if he doesn't pay, all this adrenaline that rushes through my head explodes

A snake in my boot like Woody with the troops, the one who hits him, the one who catches him
And if it has a carburetor, then I rotate it 360° if I meet the grim reaper
And about 200 meters away the pyrobos already mark me

I don't know if it's my pisquero perfume that betrays me, I don't let myself be searched, it stops me hard
And I bother them, I go with the 5-4, they light up like a bonfire, more than one gives us away
But we don't give in, either
Let's leave it, we keep the corbota like the rich people who bribe with their money

Pure mogigata in the environment, pure rat messing around with the horrendous
And the pirate chocos, raiders, the tombos want to screw us
So looking for what I planted with what I already planted
They're looking for the tires but I'm already stuck, they're looking for the lease but I'm already renting it

I get up at 6, I have a coffee, my doubts arise
I already got my speaker ready, I'm going to patch it to upload it
I pedal like crazy until my hands sweat
I'm leaving, it's by bicycle, the transmilenio makes me sweat it

Tombo hp to-tombo hp to-tombo hp to-tombo hp to-tombo hp to-tombo hp
To-tombo hp to-tombo hp tombos hptas, I was born others of which I fulfill their wish
I come from Florida, I already walk with them, I don't drink them, I ride them like a sled on the rattan, I swing
I think I have schizophrenia because they look at me ugly

I'm always on the lookout for the tombos with the old ones
He doesn't like graffiti, paint them, color them, he didn't like the look
Because I don't look gomelo but I share my style and my lyrics that are poison

Ah well, then what do we have to do, my bad life for balija?
Well, life is a handkerchief because the world turns and turns and you
With chest blows you can't undo all the shots I've already done

Central, central
We have a 9-0-9 in the works
Please send all available units to me 5-20
A guy called Ruthlees
It's causing 9-44

Ruthlees is the one who tells the music is for rats for bandits for lawyers
To scruby the alcarrata for the deaf for the can for the band that descats
For the patch for the paw for the minds I knew that they are cheap reluctance
As this rat saw that their minds attack versions that do not defron
Patching with the old guard with socks without a visor and you activate a carnata