Hagan Ruido Las Pistolas

Tempo
I'll be brief
for a good listener, few words are enough
your voice wears out and you even suffocate
I'm not one to sponsor names
that's how you promote man, and benefit
use malice, fake people
they're not gaining anything by throwing themselves
in the long run they'll hurt themselves or meet
seriously with the forces they may
encounter the enemy face to face
and see each other, what is the purpose
to end with bullets
eliminate those who shot at me
they just shoot and let the guns make noise
I do it in a compromising way because there's a line
Come on, they enter to see if they leave
let the metals ring
see if the pain is worth it
I hit like a blone brain I position myself
even if it causes pain, in the first place again
don't beat the face, I'm tempo that's right
where did that singer go that needs to be mentioned
because I'm going to make a sacrifice with your life
I'm going to let your own people decide
if you die or breathe
if looks could kill every time
you looked at me, your pupils burned
[Mexican]
many lighting fires
believing to be geniuses
but among the great ones they are small
saying to be the owner
of songs that are copied
with a backward mind, they run
but don't advance at all
their lyrics are drool
for those who know the movement
there's no one hungrier
than the one seeking to improve
at this moment
of crews
speaks in his songs
about what he feels and has lived
about the one who has gotten involved
for a long time
with my person
and I see that he doesn't reason
we have to leave him in the monkey's channel
floating like rubber
so he keeps taking lightly
my Puerto Rican roots
hey, the one who is great teaches
everything he knows
but doesn't release the key
without the mysterious code
listen, things get furious
when the idiot passes by your side
and brushes against you just to find himself
cornered among flies because death has arrived
and touches him without warning, listen
and in this I slip away
while he hits hard against the floor
because envy pierces him
blood in my path
is what I offer as a drink
with a possessed mind
and dangerous like AIDS
[tempo]
Come on, I get desperate
and I want to kill those bastards
pleyers, Joe first
and then Master for being a traitor
and if I'm compromising it's because I'm on fire
more stupid, ready and I've seen how the bastard
was pulling packs, shining
trying to put feces on me, crazy
I didn't come in the pilot's lap
and you'll see how little by little
each one of you I explode
take it as you want
as you please in any way
in your mouth there will be flies
cosa nostra, fools, attentive with cosa nostra
[Mexican]
what there is is death
blood will run
what there is is death
blood will run
[Mexican]
sweet like ice cream
sticky like sperm
enter my cell
so you understand
all my fury
and learn from your mistakes
feel my heat through
your dirty pores
washing my hands like a well
in what your aunt did
the thief taking it as a joke
if he undid the vomit bond
when I'm around I don't hesitate
and I spell out the truth
when the time comes to prove it
sometimes I feel like killing him
and running over him with my car
but since there's no time to clean him
better not dirty him with his body
stubborn kids, will never grow old
either with or without advice
I keep reflecting like a mirror
they are idiots
who will lie in their songs
making promotions, free
with my name
a move that is not manly
and only cowards do it
and hide
from their ignorant acts
that's why from now on
I have shown my street talent
fekero, you don't stand a chance
you're not making any progress
and you should make sure
that things remain in balance
this is my chance
and maybe you don't agree
with what I'm saying
I come defending my title
and denying my enemies
since they have filled their mouths with lies
and are falling into their own deceitful vice
look, I have overcome bad times
and my music has gone far
that even yours have been stuck
in a bunch of boxes, mm
take my mercy, I would accept it
and what you do is cry for regalia
striving for Mrs. Ana and
licking Maria's eye
calling Y-96 to talk to the coyote
about his nonsense or foolishness or babbling
that have been linked without any sense, look
and this song is dedicated
to those I just ate ass
to the assholes, to those who give it to start
look
they know who they are I don't have to mention them
they know who they are I'm not going to promote them.(2)
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