1 Vs 1 (feat. Alex Torres)

More dick will be possible
Seriously, don't be a fool
We are the ones who command, four letters at Nemesio's command
Gun-toting monsters pass by on the road
All with the patches of the Sequera company

Come by the World Cup, come and I'll show you what's up
Military weapons on the third party can withstand a round
With letters in Scares replejas Mortal Kombat
From the secret service responds to what is put

Founded the cartel back in 2009
And that everything in Jalisco without rain does not move
With many of the bursts that the device throws
A thousand bullets per minute to record the data

He killed them

Gun-toting morons with high-end armor
With four embedded irons and grenade launcher
Barren the sides with bullets. 50
Several have hit her and I assure you, they don't tell it

C Of course not, if I'm going to do it
And everything we wanted, we already managed to have
J Even bosses pull for the troops
And the stamps of the four can be seen on their clothes
N They charge the boys in Cheyenne
They even arrive by freight ship [?]
G With potatoes and also RPG
And I have what I wanted because I didn't become stupid

How we Spaniards are conquering the whole flan
If you don't believe me, ask there in Michoacán, Afghanistan
Satan sends bullets that elude intelligence
And the Sierra park is not finished, they send more

Deltas in campaign with red lasers
Bullets with their own blood on the floor wet them
The devil's elite come out like Lucifer
Iron devices, like Nerf

High-end weapons
That's why that is not fought
Everyone with Scares if they die on the line
My partying armed groups do not fail me
And they just look at my enemies and keep quiet

Come on, go ahead, straight ahead
I am the respected Michoacan of the base
I'm number one, you've seen how it's done
I'm the one who made the whole fucking cartel millionaires

Down from the hills in pure steel monsters
With fifty missiles in the iron RPG
Today they have forgotten how short they fell
When three, four idiots from the government threw them

Just four letters, we already took over
From several [?] we go for those that remained
With their sleeves rolled up, they are pure hitmen
They eat breakfast, lunch and dinner with their opponents

My armed groups, more warlike
They encounter warriors who encounter Satan
Elite group aware, deltas in the city
And how they like to pull the gardener

Special forces and security
And the three with his team came out rooster to command
Four and fifty with the Scars style
Conquered daily all Michoacan state

Mercenary talent, rifle cartel via Jalisco
Snake brownies, also disc horns
Sights with infra red look like Call Of Duty
Handcrafted Monsters of the Seven Super Duty

They come pixelated, they look like Ukrainian forces
The good ones are relentless but we are from the mafia
They look at me in three towers to get some fresh air for a while
Chatting [?] all the time those days

I am one, I am the good one and a commander, that is a fact
My roosters tuned without thinking to put on the chest
Infinite weapons keep coming to us more
The beast is right on target, why should I tell you more?