Rojo 27

If they hand me the ticket, bastard, I take your contract
We go out to hunt you even dressed as addicts
If they hand me the ticket, bastard, I take your contract
We go out to hunt you even dressed as addicts

If they hand me the ticket, son of a bitch, I assure you 24 are going to the G
You crashed into the wall
With the short one, I sold you, with the stick, I make you a witch
If you stand in front of me, I'll light you up without insurance

Doing carjacking, we're impossible
I have a stick, son of a bitch, with a sensitive trigger
300 in the face and forced to be invisible
We call the shots, bastard, that's visible

27 a gunshot and I steal your package
You know who I hang out with, with a belly and the 47
Smoking trippy guri pepo, really crazy and off course
They're measuring strength and the goat doesn't get in

I record your work and make a lot of money, really tight
Not even the cops show up when they hear my flute
I record your work and make a lot of money, really tight
Not even the cops show up when they hear my flute

If they hand me the ticket, bastard, I take your contract
We go out to hunt you even dressed as addicts
If they hand me the ticket, bastard, I take your contract
We go out to hunt you even dressed as addicts

Always ready in case they shoot or if a fool comes in a spin
I have an African stick that dances like Shakira

Big, what's your secret, bastard, I live in anger and it's 300 in the face
Son of a bitch, if you turn around on me
I'll give them to you point-blank, because I don't think the anger
I was born and raised in the street, bastard, I am a kilo
Sing, pig, you stained my Adidas with your blood
I have a gold chain, like in the old days

The Spartacus, bastard, I no longer live off the sacks
In the club, he fronts me, and in the club, I take it off
Your girl always hits on me, because I always take it off
In my hand, the .40, and in the bag a mini Draco

I see, I see and what do I see, if I never see them
My crew hunting in Barbula and yours in babbling
A trophy for the cop who already has 30 inmates
And in the rib and went to catch you, get off the ugly one

If they hand me the ticket, bastard, I take your contract
We go out to hunt you even dressed as addicts
If they hand me the ticket, bastard, I take your contract
We go out to hunt you even dressed as addicts

Hey, hey, a lot of puppeteers and corn flakes
I'm breaking out like Kendo in 2006
You know Pressure calls, I come down and spray
The forty is double, waiting for a Mistake

Hey, hey, I look in the mirror and see death
You know who you're talking to, the one who hunts you dressed in retro
Yesterday I caught the bull to hit you against the cement
Red 27 sings to me if I fall in prison

Hey, hey, the year passes and I take a few
The father handed over the ticket and we made the cars sing
I step on the job then distribute it
They don't realize here, the grams are exact

The year passes and I take a few
Chimi handed over the ticket and we made the cars sing
I step on the job then don't distribute it
They don't realize here, the grams are exact

If they hand me the ticket, bastard, I take your contract
We go out to hunt you even dressed as addicts
If they hand me the ticket, bastard, I take your contract
We go out to hunt you even dressed as addicts