LLNM (feat. Anuel AA)

Real until death, did you hear, bastard?
The government took away 'the housing project, but we expanded
Sincerely, the FARC Bayamón (these bastards already know my name)

I put a banana on the 47 and it's not a plantain (-ne; ah?)
I don't want a Grammy, we give you a hundred shots and your death will be my trophy
I piss on the feds and the state ones' faces
I'm not Santa Claus, but we're going inside your house through the chimney
That's how I get you down

I'm going to kidnap you, and I'm not Mexican, bastard, but we're going to chop you up
El Gemelo is in Baya and with the 47 your face will be split
And you're not Jesus, snitch, no one here is going to resurrect you
And we're going to kill you, not going to the hospital, not going to get a transplant

Wuh, nobody can beat me
The gun under the coat (Tempo)
We're four hundred and we're not three, we're not the Migos (legend)
The Glocks are competition, and you're a snitch
We kill you and then in the post we give you a screenshot

The junkies smell the pure parrot
First you die then they mourn you
I never let a rat sneak up on me
I have ten rifles stuck in the Mercedes

The junkies smell the pure parrot
First you die then they mourn you
I never let a rat sneak up on me (Amen)
I have ten guns stuck in the Mercedes

In the trunk the full
Anuel, give me light
We have Bori in Miami and in Sabana Seca we have Saúl
The street walks with me, I don't sponsor the cops

That's why it's hard for me when I combine it with music
I keep it fine, godfather, always with the palominos on the skirt
Let them suck my dick now all those who turned their backs on me
May the guardian angel take care of you, because if you slip up
You shit on your mother's pussy before I forget

Tempo, how tall are you?
With the 47 in hand I play center
You guys killing windows, bastards, and we're going in
Enjoy the reunion
I focus on the millions
That from the streets, Carolina and Ponce are the epicenter
Anuel

The junkies smell the pure parrot
First you die then they mourn you
I never let a rat sneak up on me
I have ten rifles stuck in the Mercedes

I'm a soldier, and thanks to God, I learned to pack all these kilos
But if they get wet, we're still going to flip them
I'm Héctor El Father and with Yomo, bastard, I'm abnormal
In the USA they give me fucking death penalty, they give me the lethal
(Give me the lethal)

With a stick on top I put more shit than security
A shot and everyone believes in the Holy Trinity
I get diabolic and everyone gets paranoid
666 kilos, the AK is symbolic (Six, six, six)
The cops die nicely

We kill the mom, the dad, and even the dog
For you, I'm really El Chili, you see me and you vomit bile
You're all trillionaires, and your movie is nothing more than flow Bruce Willis
The Medellín Cartel (Pablo Escobar's)

Bastard, I'm The Joker, the .40, Harley Quinn
With money the monkey dances and the Benjamins rain down
Your bitch marks my dick, and my dick is not Usain
Ah, hey (son of a bitch)

Tempo
Anuel