Mi Voz Cuesta Un Billión (part. Mora)
Real hasta la muerte, ¿oíste, cabrón?
¡Ay!
Sé que está cabrón verme subir, por party no son cien mil
Mi vo' cuesta un billón, no se traten de medir (real hasta la muerte)
Tu momento ya pasó, como le pasó a Grant Hill
'Tás mordío' como Tyson peleando con Holyfield
Está cabrón verme subir, por party no son cien mil (yo')
Mi vo' cuesta un billón, no se traten de medir
Tu momento ya pasó, como le pasó a Grant Hill
'Tás mordío' como Tyson peleando con Holyfield
Aquí no hay miedo a morir (quieren to' a la mala)
Aquí no hay miedo a morir (el Buda)
Y el que se oponga va a sufrir (Trujillo)
El que se oponga va a sufrir y el barco se lo vamo' a hundir
No' metemo' pa' tu canto
Y disparando matamo' al que está cuadrando
Se creían que era el loco, ya el mensaje está llegando
¿Viste, lambebicho? Que nosotro' no estamo' jugando
Y el que no quiera morirse que se mude pa' Orlando
Te matamo' con la máscara de Donald Trump
Llamo a tu hermano y le gritamo': ¿Qué pasó, cabrón? (Se murió)
Yo tengo un draco encima y en el iPhone está tu ubicación
No es lo mismo llamarno' a que le caigamo' a tu callejón
Y llegamo' pa'trá con las Jordan ensangrentá'
Pa' los bandido' plomo y pa' los cantante' bofetá'
Tenemo' la calle roja 27 (
Y en Santu tenemo' quiniento' palo' entre R y 47
El diablo se me trepa y te prendemo' el palo de Kenepa
¿Quiéne' fueron?, atentamente: Los diablo', pa' que sepa'
Los chota' se mueren bonito
Le' matamo' a la mamá, al papá, a las prima', a los tío', a las hermana' y al perrito
Y a ti despué' que te matemo' te revivimo' otra ve' y volvemo' a matar
A lo' kilero' y lo' bichote' los tengo a mí la'o
Despué' no se mudan, pero lo tuyo ya está habla'o (te va' a morir)
Juraste caminar derecho y terminaste vira'o (dobla'o)
Miré la libreta de Pablo y tú 'taba tacha'o
Darte quiniento' tiro' ya lo puse en la agenda (en la agenda)
Cabrón, yo no canto ni lindo y soy una leyenda
Ya yo pasé esa etapa de estar fronteando con prenda'
Estoy viendo equipo' de NBA (Ah) pa' que uno me lo vendan (Jajaja)
Veinte corta' en una casa
Die' palo' en otro apartamento, brr
Viendo foto' de amigo' que perdí
Y viendo screenshot' de enemigo' que están muerto'
¿Quiénes son los que quieren matarme? ¿Amigos oculto'?
Únanse cabrone' pa' que se mueran junto'
La. 30 en la cintura, el '47 en el bulto
Hoy son mis enemigo' y mañana son difunto', brr
(Real hasta la muerte, hijo de la gran puta)
Está cabrón verme subir, por party no son cien mil
Mi vo' cuesta un billón, no se traten de medir
Tu momento ya pasó, como le pasó a Grant Hill
'Tás mordío' como Tyson peleando con Holyfield
Aquí no hay miedo a morir (cantera, ¿oíste, cabrón?)
Aquí no hay miedo a morir (la Calma)
Y el que se oponga va a sufrir (jaja, la casa)
El que se oponga va a sufrir y el barco se lo vamo' a hundir (va con caleta)
I had to bury my best friend, and I dedicate this fight
I wasn't going to fight, I dedicate this fight to him
I was gonna rip his heart out, I'm the best ever
I'm the most brutal and vicious and most ruthless champion there's ever been
There's no one can stop me
Lennox is a conqueror? No, I'm Alexander, he's no Alexander
I'm the best ever
There's never been anybody as ruthless
I'm Sonny Liston, I'm Jack Dempsey, there's no one like
I'm from their cloth
There's no one that can match me
My style is impetuous, my defense is impregnable
And I'm just ferocious
I want your heart, I want to eat his children
Praise be to Allah
Real hasta la muerte, ¿oíste, cabrón?
My Voice Costs a Billion (feat. Mora)
Real until death, you hear, bastard?
Ouch!
It's tough to see me rise, it's not a hundred thousand for a party
My voice costs a billion, don't try to measure it (real until death)
Your moment has passed, like it did for Grant Hill
You're bitten like Tyson fighting Holyfield
It's tough to see me rise, it's not a hundred thousand for a party (me)
My voice costs a billion, don't try to measure it
Your moment has passed, like it did for Grant Hill
You're bitten like Tyson fighting Holyfield
Here there's no fear of dying (they want everything the hard way)
Here there's no fear of dying (the Buddha)
And whoever opposes will suffer (Trujillo)
Whoever opposes will suffer and we'll sink their ship
We go into your corner
And shooting, we kill whoever's squaring up
They thought I was crazy, now the message is getting through
Did you see, suck-up? We're not playing around
And if you don't want to die, move to Orlando
We kill you with the Donald Trump mask
I call your brother and we shout: What's up, bastard? (He's dead)
I have a Draco on me and on my iPhone is your location
It's not the same to call us than for us to show up at your alley
And we come back with bloody Jordans
For the thugs, lead and for the singers, a slap
We have the red street 27 (
And in Santu we have five hundred sticks between R and 47
The devil climbs on me and we light up the Kenepa stick
Who were they? Sincerely: The devils, so you know
The cops die nicely
We kill their mom, dad, cousins, uncles, aunts, sisters, and the dog
And after we kill you, we revive you again and kill you once more
The hitmen and the big shots have my back
Then they don't move, but yours is already settled (you're gonna die)
You swore to walk straight and ended up twisted (bent)
I looked at Pablo's notebook and you were crossed out
Giving you five hundred shots, I already put it in the agenda (in the agenda)
Bastard, I don't sing nicely and I'm a legend
I've passed that stage of flaunting with jewelry
I'm looking at NBA teams (Ah) to buy one (Hahaha)
Twenty cuts in one house
Ten hits in another apartment, brr
Looking at photos of friends I lost
And looking at screenshots of enemies who are dead
Who wants to kill me? Hidden friends?
Come together bastards so you can die together
The .30 on the waist, the '47 in the bag
Today they're my enemies and tomorrow they're dead, brr
(Real until death, son of a b*tch)
It's tough to see me rise, it's not a hundred thousand for a party
My voice costs a billion, don't try to measure it
Your moment has passed, like it did for Grant Hill
You're bitten like Tyson fighting Holyfield
Here there's no fear of dying (quarry, you hear, bastard?)
Here there's no fear of dying (La Calma)
And whoever opposes will suffer (haha, the house)
Whoever opposes will suffer and we'll sink their ship (with a stash)
I had to bury my best friend, and I dedicate this fight
I wasn't going to fight, I dedicate this fight to him
I was gonna rip his heart out, I'm the best ever
I'm the most brutal and vicious and most ruthless champion there's ever been
There's no one can stop me
Lennox is a conqueror? No, I'm Alexander, he's no Alexander
I'm the best ever
There's never been anybody as ruthless
I'm Sonny Liston, I'm Jack Dempsey, there's no one like
I'm from their cloth
There's no one that can match me
My style is impetuous, my defense is impregnable
And I'm just ferocious
I want your heart, I want to eat his children
Praise be to Allah
Real until death, you hear, bastard?