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Producer: HYDRO
Music Publisher: TBC
Lyrics and translation
Original
Me voy a tiro con los azules, big racks looking like blue cheese.
No pueden matarme con mi fully, ando con la bestia de los Goonies. AK-47 está pateando como
Bruce Lee, yo soy el villano de esta movie.
Yeah, estoy coronao, but I keep moving, no hablo de matar, I really do it.
Esta gente maliantea, eso es lo music, tiro pa' los haters, no suelto la tabla como un surfer. Sigo haciendo chavo to' los días, tú eres waiter. Le puse Darth Vader a la
Glock con el lightsaber, tú no suenas como mi nueve por diecinueve.
Cabrón, tú estás vivo por suerte, de matarte tengo ganas.
Salgo como un samurái, el cuatro siete es katana.
Estás viviéndotela de Tony Montana, y si me matan, hijueputa, me hago leyenda mañana.
Estamos haciendo los famosos en las noticias, sin la cara en las camisas y nos morimos de la risa.
Después que los secuestro, los torturo como Giza, yo mando los fuletazos y la piel ya no se me eriza.
Sigo contando blue cheese, estas perras quieren quice, diecinueve y carbón quince, no haga' que yo irte a los pise.
Yo vivo congelao, cuando me vean, no se freezen, yo hice un pacto con la muerte, esta corta me bendice, amén.
Me voy a tiro con los azules, big racks looking like blue cheese.
No pueden matarme con mi fully, ando con la bestia de los Goonies. AK-47 está pateando como
Bruce Lee, yo soy el villano de esta movie.
Yeah, estoy coronao, but I keep moving, no hablo de matar, I really do it.
Esta gente maliantea, eso es lo music, -tiro pa' los haters. . .
-No suelto la corta con ese lighter, sigo haciendo chavo to' los días, tú eres waiter.
Le puse Darth Vader a la Glock con el lightsaber, tú no suenas como mi nueve por diecinueve.
A tiro con los azules, me voy rojo veintisiete. No me voy a ir muerto encima, le gané el caso a la gente.
Le hice doce meses y ocho días en house arrest, en el street clock con aluminio en el grillete.
Whole gang con la gang million, dándole fuego a los tibios, kilos de cristal, no son de vidrio.
Ando con el pote de picky como Gru y los Minions, y con los palos gradados dando prom antes del senior.
Niño, tú no sabes de esos temas, que te den un palo y te devuelva la cadena.
Mil casquillos hollow, dos muertos en escena, el draco sopla con todo y escupen sangre por la flema. ¡Brr, brr!
Me voy a tiro con los azules, big racks looking like blue cheese.
No pueden matarme con mi fully, ando con la bestia de los Goonies. AK-47 está pateando como
Bruce Lee, yo soy el villano de esta movie.
Yeah, estoy coronao, but I keep moving, no hablo de matar, I really do it.
Esta gente maliantea, eso es lo music, tiro pa' los haters, no suelto la tabla como un surfer.
Estoy haciendo chavo to' los días, tú eres waiter.
Le puse Darth Vader a la Glock con el lightsaber, tú no -suenas como mi nueve por diecinueve.
-Yo siempre ando ready, you could die at any moment, y te tiran flores encima del cofre.
Veo tu noticia en la mañana sipping coffee, tengo un carro al año, a tu driver hace más stolen.
Cuidado que no te cieguen los diamantes de mi Rollie, después que te mate, yo me quedo con tu corta, eso es trophy.
Porque a ese guapo fue que lo dejamos ugly, cabrón, te -recordarán por siempre como Kobe. -. . .
Sin libreta y después me voy pal booth. Ando con los demons que los manda con Jesús.
Si andas con tu brother, yeah, nigga, ¿qué quieres tú? Si este palo alumbra, cabrón, te fundo la luz.
Me voy a tiro con los azules, big racks looking like blue cheese.
No pueden matarme con mi fully, ando con la bestia de los Goonies. AK-47 está pateando como
Bruce Lee, yo soy el villano de esta movie.
Yeah, estoy coronao, but I keep moving, no hablo de matar, I really do it.
Esta gente maliantea, eso es lo music, tiro pa' los haters, no suelto la tabla como un surfer.
Sigo haciendo chavo to' los días, tú eres waiter.
Le puse Darth Vader a la Glock con el lightsaber, tú no -suenas como mi nueve por diecinueve. -Ryan Ma, El Minor, Millo Gangster Club.
-Dímelo, El Lighter. -Este es el fucking remix, ¿oíste?
Nueve por diecinueve.
-Dime, Soulman, dime, High Treasy. -Dímelo, Basi.
Dime Ryan Ma y El Minor. Whole gang, Murder Gang, Millo Gang, bitch.
Mejada de puñeta, brr, Murder Gang, bitch.
Los diablos, los verdaderos hijueputas, tú sabes, los matacantantes, los terroristas.
English translation
I'm going to shoot with the blue ones, big racks looking like blue cheese.
They can't kill me with my fully, I'm with the Goonies beast. AK-47 is kicking like
Bruce Lee, I am the villain of this movie.
Yeah, I'm coronao, but I keep moving, I don't talk about killing, I really do it.
These people are malicious, that's the music, I shoot for the haters, I don't let go of the board like a surfer. I'm still doing work every day, you're a waiter. I named Darth Vader
Glock with the lightsaber, you don't sound like my nine by nineteen.
You bastard, luckily you are alive, I feel like killing you.
I go out like a samurai, the four seven is katana.
You're living it up with Tony Montana, and if they kill me, son of a bitch, I'll become a legend tomorrow.
We are playing celebrities on the news, without our faces on our shirts, and we are dying of laughter.
After I kidnap them, I torture them like Giza, I send the shots and my skin no longer crawls.
I keep counting blue cheese, these bitches want quice, nineteen and coal fifteen, don't make me go and step on them.
I live frozen, when you see me, do not freeze, I made a pact with death, this shortness blesses me, amen.
I'm going to shoot with the blue ones, big racks looking like blue cheese.
They can't kill me with my fully, I'm with the Goonies beast. AK-47 is kicking like
Bruce Lee, I am the villain of this movie.
Yeah, I'm coronao, but I keep moving, I don't talk about killing, I really do it.
These malicious people, that's the music, -I shoot for the haters. . .
-I don't let go with that lighter, I'm still doing work every day, you're a waiter.
I put Darth Vader on the Glock with the lightsaber, you don't sound like my nine for nineteen.
Shooting with the blues, I'm going red twenty-seven. I'm not going to leave dead, I won the case against the people.
I did twelve months and eight days in house arrest, in the street clock with aluminum in the shackle.
Whole gang with the gang million, setting fire to the lukewarm, kilos of glass, they are not glass.
I walk with the picky pot like Gru and the Minions, and with the graded sticks giving prom before the senior.
Boy, you don't know about those topics, they should give you a stick and give you back the chain.
A thousand hollow casings, two dead on scene, the drake blows with everything and they spit blood from the phlegm. Brr, brr!
I'm going to shoot with the blue ones, big racks looking like blue cheese.
They can't kill me with my fully, I'm with the Goonies beast. AK-47 is kicking like
Bruce Lee, I am the villain of this movie.
Yeah, I'm coronao, but I keep moving, I don't talk about killing, I really do it.
These people are malicious, that's the music, I shoot for the haters, I don't let go of the board like a surfer.
I'm doing work every day, you're a waiter.
I put Darth Vader on the Glock with the lightsaber, you don't - you sound like my nine by nineteen.
-I'm always ready, you could die at any moment, and they throw flowers on top of your chest.
I see your news in the morning sipping coffee, I have one car a year, your driver is more stolen.
Be careful that the diamonds on my Rollie don't blind you, after I kill you, I'll keep your shortcut, that's a trophy.
Because we left that handsome guy ugly, bastard, they will remember you forever as Kobe. -. . .
Without a notebook and then I go to the booth. I walk with the demons that Jesus sends them.
If you hang out with your brother, yeah, nigga, what do you want? If this stick shines, bastard, I'll burn your light.
I'm going to shoot with the blue ones, big racks looking like blue cheese.
They can't kill me with my fully, I'm with the Goonies beast. AK-47 is kicking like
Bruce Lee, I am the villain of this movie.
Yeah, I'm coronao, but I keep moving, I don't talk about killing, I really do it.
These people are malicious, that's the music, I shoot for the haters, I don't let go of the board like a surfer.
I'm still doing work every day, you're a waiter.
I put Darth Vader on the Glock with the lightsaber, you don't - you sound like my nine by nineteen. -Ryan Ma, El Minor, Millo Gangster Club.
-Tell me, The Lighter. -This is the fucking remix, did you hear?
Nine times nineteen.
-Tell me, Soulman, tell me, High Treasy. -Tell me, Basi.
Tell me Ryan Ma and El Minor. Whole gang, Murder Gang, Millo Gang, bitch.
Fucking jizz, brr, Murder Gang, bitch.
The devils, the real sons of bitches, you know, the killers, the terrorists.