24/Siempre

Ey, yo'
It's Trueno, man'

They seek to have the essence of the kid from the two bridges
You hear the woo woo almost always
All those posh kids say they're gangstars, but they lie
Motherfucking fakes, don't even try

I only have beef with the president's cat
If I didn't live it, don't tell me about it
And if I did live it, thank luck
Because the street is hot
After twelve twenty
With my angelic face
Walking through my neighborhood, delinquent

Oh, my fucking God, we come strong
Oh, my fucking God
I make him eat half the continent
You who know the truths that tighten my teeth
Many feel it but they don't

Ey, welcome to my gang, we're ajoba
He always threw bad vibes at me and it's because I have it dumb
Daddy, the real ones we meet in person
You be careful that your fake chain
Doesn't turn into a noose

Now everyone sells, everyone steals
They talk about kilos, bro, calm down, do you feel so cool, huh?
In my neighborhood, kids die for drugs
So think twice before writing for fashion

Fake rapper, they don't represent me at all
The kids from my hood would kick you in the face, fake
Writing basic style and calling it a hit
How nice the plastic gun looks on you in the music video

And those who are really rap, put your hands up
I walk my dick on the face of the press
They think I'm staggering, I'm still standing
The cops want to mess with us, but they don't know what

Motherfucker, through dark streets, little shine
In none, but I catch crossing the tenements
If I answer them, they take a screenshot
Cats talk about triggers, I don't have a Glock
I have knuckles (I have knuckles)

And yes, I made a lot of shit with my songs
But that kid wasn't me, daddy, new mind
I know too hardcore for my girl
But don't ask me to avoid what runs through me
In the ve-ve-ve-ve-veins

I sound flame when I spit phlegm
Like Pity with the bike burning the sixth candle
The freshest in the fucking scene
DJ Pela put the beat
Trueno put him in trouble, boy

Commune 4 is in the area, daddy
Twenty for ever
No games
If we pass by, they die