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Description
Mixing Engineer: Andre The Giant
Producer: Doble El Elegido
Executive Producer: Doble El Elegido
Artwork By, Photographer: Graphic Minds
A& R Direction: Jorge Rivera Acosta
Assistant Mixing Engineer: Jorge Rivera Acosta
Mastering Engineer: Jose Gomez Rosa
Mixing Engineer: Jose Gomez Rosa
Unknown: Jose Gomez Rosa
Producer: Jose Gomez Rosa
Unknown: Jose Gomez Rosa
Producer: Jose Velazquez Maldonado
Executive Producer: Jose Velazquez Maldonado
Vocals: Kendo Kaponi
Mastering Engineer: Mueka El Cerebro
Unknown: Mueka El Cerebro
Producer: Mueka El Cerebro
Unknown: Mueka El Cerebro
Mixing Engineer: Mueka El Cerebron
Producer: Nuski
Producer: Yama Make Them Bounce
Vocals: Ñengo Flow
Lyricist: Angel Santiago Vazquez
Lyricist: Austin Santos
Lyricist: Edwin Rosa Vasquez
Lyricist: Hainze Diaz Arroyo
Composer: Jorge Rivera Acosta
Composer: Jose A. Diaz Medina
Composer: Jose Gomez Rosa
Lyricist: Jose Rivera Morales
Composer: Jose Velazquez Maldonado
Composer: Leslie A. Merced Olivera
Lyricist: Raul Del Valle Robles
Composer: Xabier Martinez Sesma
Lyrics and translation
Original
Imagina crecer en un entorno donde pronunciar una palabra puede significar la diferencia entre la vida y la muerte, donde el silencio no es solo un acto de prudencia, sino la prueba definitiva de lealtad.
Hermano, yo no la suelto.
Tengo muertos que recuerdo y recuerdo que ya están muertos. Me cuido pa que nunca vayan a pillarme envuelto.
No me duermo nunca, yo vivo soñando despierto. Cancelación de sonido exterior para los Airpods.
No quiero escuchar a nadie, al menos que haya ticket envuelto.
Miles de gentela, eso na' más pa decorarme el cuerpo. Conmigo no force, va a caerte si te pones telco.
Los pedales Louis Vu, la camisa igual. Las pats en los bolsillos y un R militar.
Te pillamo' y tu jefe no nos puede limitar.
Cabrón, yo tengo un pacto con la muerte y lo vo'a visitar. Barquilla 15 ha dejado claro.
No me vengan con roncaeras baratas, que yo soy un tipo caro. Tengo a to' los que me tiran, flaco, frenando en el aro.
Si muero, me voy leyenda, por eso no me comparo. Loyalty forever, también Justin
Forever. Si engancho el peine a 21, te va a morir forever.
Mientras más viejo me pongo, más subo de level. Tú toca Carmen Hebert, es más, tú ni te atreves.
Las taquillas a quince y las piezas uno cuatro.
Las viejitas me quieren y me aman los tecatos. Suena el cuatro siete, que se escucha bellaco.
Están capoteando pensando que eso es de capo. Trili,
Barquilla, mamón. Vendemos de la que dejó sin nariz a Voldemort.
Benjamines azules y los de veinte son de Holger. Leto en la motora de rojo vestido e' Tron.
Cuatro siete satánico, en tu canto sembró el pánico.
Sigue roncando en redes que tú te vas a morir. Más piensa que los mecánicos, este chipete está rápido.
Cuando te den -con el palo, tú jamás va' a vivir. Ah. -Se mueren.
Se mueren.
-Se mueren.
-Yo los azoto con el Draco, estos cabrones -se mueren. -Rap baby, me dicen papi.
Los brothers del trigger happy. Te mandamos una chapi que te cuadre como floppy.
Botas humo como -Scrappy. -Mira, mira, wow.
Cacho de brother, pare el abuso. Vámonos ya.
Ja, los palos todos son rapid. Un reguero de billetes como si le saco copy.
No te duermas, que te arrope un tsunami. Tanto dinero en bultos para el chofer de Lumi.
Prendido en PR, dando nota como Gomi.
Le voy a meter a esto hasta que tome champaña dentro de un Grammy. Ja, en un Mercedes ciento y pico por el Avenue.
To' los días un outfit nuevo, Mr. Brand New. Si entramos en guerra, no hay tregua.
Te peto el AK en la cara y me siento Anthony Edward en un Ali U. Ja.
-Se mueren.
-Al que se pegue lo estrello, estoy pa'l camello. Con los sellos se descuadran y. . .
-Se mueren.
-Me pusieron cien en el casco y me enganché -media en el cuello.
-Latillera de pura sangre, ya tú nos has visto trabajando. El resplandor de fuego endemoniado, el AK está azotando.
Y el bajo retumbando de esta música hijeputa.
Te abro un solo fantasma, el mini Draco te peluca. Las balas vienen y van, te viran los ojos cuando dan.
No se pueden escapar del tan-tan-tan. Quieren ponernos a prueba caminando al filo en la navaja.
El chorro de sangre baja cuando la cosa no encaja.
Yo no me ensucio las manos, los ninjas van y trabajan. Lo que es igual nunca es ventaja, el R15 te tasaa.
Aquí no se relaja y huele bicho, no te alteres.
El guante está no siempre puesto, tú conoces -los poderes. Y al final. . . -Se mueren. Se mueren.
-Se mueren. -Sin duda alguna mueren.
El demonio de la tinta, tinta negra, doble cinta.
Siempre Jordan en la pinta, el duro no dobla, no rompe, no despinta.
Y tranquilo, la inspiración de ustedes en la música, en las redes, ere.
Dale, dilo, dilo, que te he visto andando con tu bando sin problema, modelando y no les mando.
Porque ustedes están pela'os y vivos como cable de poste guindando.
No me tocas la vara si se la elevo.
Yo sueno en alto como speaker con todos los stickers nuevos. Nos vemos por ahí, cabrón, te llevo.
Llevo el palo que usé con tu hermano pa' prenderlo contigo de nuevo.
Mi vida es silenciosa, te explico cómo es la cosa. Yo nunca vendí mi alma, el diablo me vende las cosas, no bromeo.
Todos mis ponches son de museo y cuando grite "laka", creen en Dios hasta los ateos.
-Se mueren. -Lealtad.
-Se mueren. -Ustedes saben lo que es lealtad.
-Se mueren. -Loyalty forever.
¿Qué pasó, cabrón?
Dime, Hansel, dime, Bebo. Nosotros somos los elegidos, los sobrenaturales.
Ocho, no me escucho, sube. Dice así, dice así.
Me llaman pa' todos los remix, pero no me prostituyo. Al mejor rapero vengo yo y lo sustituyo.
Dicen "para el abuso", pero tengo que orientar a los confusos.
No puedes frontear con temas, cabrón, que usted no compuso. Como Pablo con la lista, si te apunto, te subrayo.
El sonido siempre llega después del impacto del rayo.
Dos de treinta, una veintidós y a eso. Súmale la bala arriba, ochenta y tres como de Bayo.
Ruteando por tu campo a ver si te pillo en la bestia. El satélite ubicó UAV, te prendimo' el kill streak.
Te mato y pal putero, ya tú sabes la logistics.
Pintándole las bemba a to'a estas putas con mi lipstick. Esto es loyalty forever o al revés, forever loyal.
Estamos ensalso, huele bicho, todos los días como en Goya.
Fucking niggas wanna rumble, ¿qué pasó? Exploté en el Royal. Estoy cambiándole las combis como skin de
Battle Royale.
Tienen que mamarme el bicho, yo la aplico, tú lo has visto y te lo he dicho. Están charreando, dizque endiamantando el yicho. El paro tiene una
GoPro y tira screenshot.
Blat, te comportas o te pongo las dos cortas en la -carota como acá y. . . -Se mueren.
-Hansel, la hacha, el de los ojos blancos. -Se mueren.
-Dime, Hansel. Elegido Records. -Se mueren.
Muerta el cerebro, lo que le falta a estos huelebichos.
-Se mueren. -Dime, Andre, el gigante.
-Dime, llama. -Un flow nuevo.
Si es cuando hablo, son millones por ley.
Loyalty forever, como Kobe con los Lakers.
-Loyalty. -Eternal Music. Era dime, Chay.
-Era dime, Chivo. -Loyalty for life, baby.
Era dime, Arca.
-El seis seis. -Nosotros somos. . .
-Dímelo, Vi.
-Lealtad es que los amigos tienen los mismos enemigos.
Lealtad es montarte en el carro con esa persona que tú sabes que si esta noche caes tú, no te va a dejar de alfombra en casas ajenas. ¿Qué saben ustedes de eso?
Un saludito bien especial a los que me salen a buscar a la discoteca y no pasan -del bouncer. ¿Por qué será? -Oíste, hijueputa.
Ustedes no son malos.
Y los más, y los más. . .
Los más lambebichos es lo que son.
Prrra.
English translation
Imagine growing up in an environment where uttering a word can mean the difference between life and death, where silence is not just an act of prudence, but the ultimate test of loyalty.
Brother, I won't let go.
I have dead people that I remember and I remember that they are already dead. I take care of myself so that they never catch me involved.
I never fall asleep, I live daydreaming. External sound cancellation for Airpods.
I don't want to listen to anyone, unless there is a ticket involved.
Thousands of people, just to decorate my body. Don't force me, you're going to fall if you use telco.
The Louis Vu pedals, the same shirt. The pats in the pockets and a military R.
We caught you' and your boss can't limit us.
Bastard, I have a pact with death and I'm going to visit him. Barquilla 15 has made it clear.
Don't give me cheap snoring, I'm an expensive guy. I have everyone who shoots at me, skinny, stopping at the rim.
If I die, I'm a legend, that's why I don't compare myself. Loyalty forever, also Justin
Forever. If I set the comb to 21, you will die forever.
The older I get, the more I level up. You play Carmen Hebert, what's more, you don't even dare.
The lockers are fifteen and the rooms are one and four.
The old ladies love me and the techies love me. The four seven sounds, which is heard as a villain.
They are capoting thinking that this is a capo. Trili,
Barquilla, sucker. We sell the one that left Voldemort without a nose.
Blue Benjamins and twenties are from Holger. Leto on the red motorboat dressed in Tron.
Four satanic seven, in your song you spread panic.
Keep snoring online because you're going to die. Think more than the mechanics, this little guy is fast.
When they hit you with the stick, you will never live. Oh. -They die.
They die.
-They die.
-I whip them with the Draco, these bastards -they die. -Rap baby, they call me daddy.
The brothers of trigger happy. We'll send you a chapi that fits like a floppy.
Smoke boots like -Scrappy. -Look, look, wow.
Brother, stop the abuse. Let's go now.
Ha, the clubs are all fast. A trail of bills as if I took a copy of it.
Don't fall asleep, let a tsunami cover you. So much money in packages for Lumi's driver.
Turned on in PR, giving notice like Gomi.
I'm going to stick with this until I drink champagne at a Grammy. Ha, in a hundred-odd Mercedes down the Avenue.
Every day a new outfit, Mr. Brand New. If we go to war, there is no truce.
I hit you with the AK in your face and feel Anthony Edward in an Ali U. Ha.
-They die.
-I'll crash whoever hits it, I'm for the camel. With the seals they are out of balance and. . .
-They die.
-They put a hundred in my helmet and I got hooked -half in the neck.
-Pureblood latillera, you've already seen us working. The glow of demon fire, the AK is lashing.
And the rumbling bass of this motherfucking music.
I open a single ghost for you, the mini Draco wigs for you. The bullets come and go, they make your eyes turn when they hit.
You can't escape the so-so-so. They want to test us by walking on the razor's edge.
The flow of blood goes down when things don't fit.
I don't get my hands dirty, ninjas go and work. What is equal is never an advantage, the R15 rates you.
Here you don't relax and smell bugs, don't get upset.
The glove is not always on, you know - the powers. And at the end. . . -They die. They die.
-They die. -Without a doubt they die.
The ink demon, black ink, double tape.
Always Jordan in the pint, the hard one does not bend, it does not break, it does not fade.
And don't worry, your inspiration in music, in the networks, is there.
Come on, say it, say it, I've seen you walking with your side without a problem, modeling and I don't order them.
Because you are bare and alive like a hanging pole wire.
You don't touch my rod if I raise it to you.
I sound loud as a speaker with all the new stickers. See you around, bastard, I'll take you.
I'm carrying the stick I used with your brother to try to catch him with you again.
My life is silent, I'll explain to you how it is. I never sold my soul, the devil sells me things, I'm not kidding.
All my punches are from the museum and when I shout "laka", even atheists believe in God.
-They die. -Loyalty.
-They die. -You know what loyalty is.
-They die. -Loyalty forever.
What happened, bastard?
Tell me, Hansel, tell me, Bebo. We are the chosen ones, the supernatural ones.
Eight, I can't hear myself, come up. It says like this, it says like this.
They call me for all the remixes, but I don't prostitute myself. I come and replace the best rapper.
They say "stop the abuse," but I have to guide the confused.
You can't deal with songs, bastard, that you didn't compose. Like Pablo with the list, if I point you down, I underline you.
The sound always comes after the lightning strike.
Two thirty, one twenty-two and that's it. Add the bullet above, eighty-three like Bayo's.
Routing through your field to see if I catch you in the beast. The satellite located UAV, we turned on the kill streak.
I'll kill you and fuck whore, you already know the logistics.
Painting the bembas of all these whores with my lipstick. This is loyalty forever or the other way around, forever loyal.
We are ensalso, it smells like a bug, every day like in Goya.
Fucking niggas wanna rumble, what happened? I exploded at the Royal. I'm changing the combis as a skin
Battle Royale.
They have to suck the bug, I apply it, you have seen it and I have told you. They are chattering, apparently making things more difficult. Unemployment has a
GoPro and screenshot.
Blat, you behave or I'll give you both a hard time like here and. . . -They die.
-Hansel, the axe, the one with the white eyes. -They die.
-Tell me, Hansel. Chosen Records. -They die.
Dead brain, what these bug sniffers lack.
-They die. -Tell me, Andre, the giant.
-Tell me, call. -A new flow.
If that's when I speak, there are millions by law.
Loyalty forever, like Kobe with the Lakers.
-Loyalty. -Eternal Music. It was tell me, Chay.
-It was tell me, Chivo. -Loyalty for life, baby.
It was tell me, Arca.
-The six six. -We are. . .
-Tell me, Vi.
-Loyalty is that friends have the same enemies.
Loyalty is getting in the car with that person who you know that if you fall tonight, they will not leave you a carpet in other people's houses. What do you know about that?
A very special greeting to those who go out to look for me at the club and don't get past the bouncer. Why would it be? -You heard, son of a bitch.
You are not bad.
And the more, and the more. . .
The lambebichos is what they are.
Prrra.