Narco Hampon

I'm a Narco Gangster, I have control of the blue area
Trafficker of carats but singer, you?
No!, you're just a mule! I already knew
I'm going to make sure they take care of you
Here I am the one who supplies
Don't make me stop at close range and shoot you
With my plastic gun
And my elastic tongue
Putting the artistic class (artistic)
Tempo!
Dominates!
Passing tests of fine bullets
Death to those who speak and if I am found guilty of my actions
In the past I was cited for the grass
Whatever happens
I see you in the gas chamber
The one who does it pays
Where I live they don't forgive and they send you even the bullets
So, I'm determined and I'm shooting
And I'm determined to keep blasting them, jumping over them!

(/gunfire begins/)

Second scene
The line is yellow and an arsenal of people
And a prosecutor lifting your corpse
Castle of AK adorning the sidewalk
Painted in blood, me!
My favorite color of my gangsters
No one believes in big shot so-and-so
Little of what is funny makes me vomit, mine is verbal
And without acting with the index finger is to finish what I started
And put faith in my music
That is real and comes from my neighborhood
Where troubles are customs of the residential areas
We are not immortal and we defend ourselves with metals
(/loads the gun/)
I came to make a movie star my nigga
I'm the actor of the crime scene
Many describe me
As the leader of the hitman
Who don't believe in those who live
From the lowest where the substance controlled by the beans
Of those on the corners will turn around as they can (pai)
To have grass and food (aja)
This is more or less my life
What I know is that 66 during the day they watch me (yo!)
The federals suspect me of 3 acts of homicide
2 cases of kidnapping and I have an arrest warrant
With a fulha law and wherever they see me
The fulha pursues me
With a pack of prospects and hunters
How I would like to see myself face to face with Toledo
If I achieve it superintendent
Add one more case to the massacre of singers
And in court
I'll make a stripper show
When the judge and the prosecutor lower my zipper
I am a ****in real mother****er
You want to know what it's like to be crazy about robberies
I go with my black clothes
Cadet and guards and sneakers
In case there's a problem to run for miles
But there's drool!
And I make myself respected for what I'm worth
And I'm planning a mega event like Falgo, me!