Las pistolas seguiran haciendo ruido

Yeah what the
fuck nigga
What the fuck you
It's tempo and the Mexican once again.

Get out
Don't provoke me to use my bullets
They're threatening me with blank guns
I'm my own bodyguard
And I have no choice
But to shoot o.g black in the middle
Relax, man
Your people will cry at your funeral
What does it cost you to stay silent
Dog, ah!
Yo! Screw it all, bitch ass nigga
Don't make me use my trick, motherfucker
You look like my dick sucker
Don't provoke me to shoot you point-blank
And put a magnum in your mouth
Death touches anyone
It's sudden, endure it
Your life is getting short
Your days are running out, my patience is running out
Your presence is no longer welcome, rat
Cheap lyrics seem like bachatas
And fighting with bare fists
You could be my girl
On top of that, you're a cop
And you said Dj Joe was crazy
I wrap myself in my notes
And the others suffer defeat
I walk alone
Like the tale of a wolf
Blowing and blowing until I bring down the squad of fools

Bullets will run against you, bullets will run against you
The guns will keep making noise
As they are united, they will die united
Bullets will run against you, bullets will run against you
The guns will keep making noise
As they are united, they will die united

Burst them, when you see my image, you burst
Whoever messes with me
Only bursts
It's not what you seem
Or who you count on
Or did you forget we're already in the nineties
I was looking for God but they didn't let me
They declared war
But many gave up
I was looking for God but they didn't let me
They declared war
But many gave up
Caserio in my vision and a massacre
How I would like to see your mother's bed
Splattered with your blood
Killing you in cold blood and torturing you with stabbings

Bullets will run against you, bullets will run against you
The guns will keep making noise
As they are united, they will die united
Bullets will run against you, bullets will run against you
The guns will keep making noise
As they are united, they will die united

First
I'm going to knock down Master with a cowboy lasso
Ranking stone, God bless you, my son
Don't mess with me
Dj Joe, check out my flow
What do you think now
Is it the same or not, or can you feel the pain
Fresh lyrics, better than your squad
You know that
Variety of languages combined with my tongue
Eat and eat
Worm style
They will drown in my swamp
And I'll fight the squad with one hand

How do you want war
If you don't have a bitch
To stand on the curb
And start a shootout
You wish to see me dead
To really shoot each other
Let's see who brings the heat

Let's see who brings the heat
Your people cry, idiot
So don't mess with me
Your belly button itches
You create a lot of enemies
I keep the beef going with you
I finish it
I exterminate your squad
They call me the killer

Bullets will run against you, bullets will run against you
The guns will keep making noise
As they are united, they will die united
Bullets will run against you, bullets will run against you
The guns will keep making noise
As they are united, they will die united

Mexican:
The prepared man is worth two
You have in your hands perhaps the
only opportunity to prepare for
a disaster of unimaginable
proportions that is rapidly approaching
a disaster that will change the lives of
all those who inhabit our planet
and are disoriented tempo and the Mexican
are here to guide you
Game over