Rick Flair
Papi, cuando vean trece guagua' negra' Lincoln blindá' por Teadoro
Ya ustede' saben que el rey está en la isla
Real hasta la muerte, ¿oíste, cabrón? Brr
Rick Flair pa' esta' puta'
Hablando con la' culebra' en la medusa
Empacamo' lo' kilo' y lo' subimo' pa' la USA
Las Glock son de Alemania y to'a la' AK son rusa', brr
No frontee', que tu mujer 'tá loca que yo la fuetee
El tanque le fuleteé
No frontee' y si te pillan las tre' letra' no chotee'
O vo'a hacer que te seteen
No frontee' que tu mujer 'tá loca que yo la fuetee
El tanque le fuleteé
No frontee' , y si te pillan las tre' letra' no chotee'
O vo'a hacer que te seteen
Qué cojone' convertí tre' prisione' en mansione'
Y tre' año' en millone' y comisario' en Christian Diore'
Y yo no he hecho Choliseo
Pero son doce mil soldout cada ve' que voy pa' un juego 'e lo' Capitane' y veo
Tengo lo' R Sport y la calle e' mi deport
Y perico no e' como yo y no tiene corte
Suben de precio cuando lo mando pa'l norte
El fiscal que me mame el bicho en la corte
Matando gente por la' libras, tú da' asco
Esto no e' México, pero te picamo' el caco
Y al AK le puse el nombre Robin Draco
A vece' le doy de'o cuando está bellaco
Monta'o en la UConn, la cuarenta con seno' sin silicón
Si tu pai era una rata, cabrón, tú ere' un ratón
Y lo' federale' me tienen bajo investigación
Y si me toca' la puerta, me vo'a a tirar por el balcón
¿Indicment de qué carajo?, de lenta son lo' trabajo'
Dos hermano' en el cielo, los demá' están abajo en el infierno
Y toa' las noche' con el rifle duermo
Un millón en la cadena y en el cuello tengo un invierno
Ya te ubiqué y 'toy esperándote en la marginal
Son cuatro' carro' pa' matarte frente al tribunal
No va a haber paz, te vamo' a tirotear el funeral (amén)
Te juro que en paz tú no va' a descansar
Ric Flair pa' esta' puta'
Hablando con la' culebra' en la medusa
Empacamo' lo' kilo' y lo' subimo' pa' la USA
Las Glock son de Alemania y to'a la' AK son rusa'
No frontee', que tu mujer 'tá loca que yo la fuetee
El tanque le fuleteé
No frontee', y si te pillan las tre' letra' no chotee'
O vo'a hacer que te seteen
No frontee', que tu mujer 'tá loca que yo la fuetee
El tanque le fuleteé
No frontee', y si te pillan las tre' letra' no chotee'
O vo'a hacer que te seteen
Venite y doce, cabrón, y la cena es de Canadá
El tiroteo quedó grabado en las cámara'
Los pusimo' a dormir de la primera ráfaga
Despué' hora' mis hijo' le' puso la sábana
La' corta' Glock y las gafa' negra' Prada
La Rubicon blindá' resiste hasta granada'
Sangre de ídolo cuando me marco
Yo vivo lo que tú 'tás viendo en Netflix Narco'
No te puedo da' la lu', cooperas con lo' federico'
No te puedo da' la lu', cooperas con lo' federico' (mera dime, Rochy)
Las teta' en el R son como los cachete' 'e Quico
Y Wilt Chamberlain en el NBA pa' darte ciento y pico
Pilla al cabrón que el pana mío me mató
Y ante' de matarlo a él, el negro por él oró (amén)
Que Dios te guarde y que te guarda en el infierno (brr)
Y que me entierren con un Carbon porque vamo' a volver a verno'
Ric Flair pa' esta' puta'
Hablando con la' culebra' en la medusa
Empacamo' lo' kilo' y lo' subimo' pa' la USA
Las Glock son de Alemania y to'a la' AK son rusa'
No frontee', que tu mujer 'tá loca que yo la fuetee
El tanque le fuleteé
No frontee', y si te pillan las tre' letra' no chotee'
O vo'a hacer que te seteen
Real hasta la muerte, ¿oíste, cabrón?
Los Iluminati
¿Ah?
Brr
Mvsis, De La Crux
Dime, Nely, El Arma Secreta
Brr
Mera dime, EQ
Rick Flair
Daddy, when they see thirteen black Lincoln cars armored by Teadoro
You all know the king is on the island
Real until death, heard, bastard? Brr
Rick Flair for these whores
Talking to the snakes in the jellyfish
We pack the kilos and send them to the USA
The Glocks are from Germany and all the AKs are Russian, brr
Don't front, your woman is crazy that I whipped her
I whipped the tank
Don't front, and if you get caught with the three letters, don't snitch
Or I'll make them set you up
Don't front, your woman is crazy that I whipped her
I whipped the tank
Don't front, and if you get caught with the three letters, don't snitch
Or I'll make them set you up
What the hell, turned three prisons into mansions
And three years into millions and commissioners into Christian Dior
And I haven't done the Coliseum
But it's twelve thousand sold-out every time I go to a game of the Captains and see
I have the R Sport and the street is my sport
And coke isn't like me and doesn't have style
They go up in price when I send it up north
The prosecutor can suck my dick in court
Killing people for pounds, you're disgusting
This isn't Mexico, but we'll shoot you
And I named the AK Robin Draco
Sometimes I give it to him when he's horny
Riding the UConn, the forty with real breasts without silicone
If your dad was a rat, bastard, you're a mouse
And the feds have me under investigation
And if you knock on my door, I'll throw myself off the balcony
Indictment of what the hell?, slow are the jobs
Two brothers in heaven, the rest are down in hell
And every night I sleep with the rifle
A million on the chain and on my neck I have a winter
I located you and I'm waiting for you on the marginal
There are four cars to kill you in front of the court
There won't be peace, we'll shoot up your funeral (amen)
I swear you won't rest in peace
Rick Flair for these whores
Talking to the snakes in the jellyfish
We pack the kilos and send them to the USA
The Glocks are from Germany and all the AKs are Russian
Don't front, your woman is crazy that I whipped her
I whipped the tank
Don't front, and if you get caught with the three letters, don't snitch
Or I'll make them set you up
Don't front, your woman is crazy that I whipped her
I whipped the tank
Don't front, and if you get caught with the three letters, don't snitch
Or I'll make them set you up
Come and twelve, bastard, and dinner is from Canada
The shootout was recorded on the cameras
We put them to sleep with the first burst
Then my sons put the sheets on them
The short Glocks and the black Prada glasses
The armored Rubicon resists even grenades
Idol blood when I mark myself
I live what you're seeing on Netflix Narcos
I can't give you the light, you cooperate with the feds
I can't give you the light, you cooperate with the feds (just tell me, Rochy)
The tits in the R are like Quico's cheeks
And Wilt Chamberlain in the NBA to give you a hundred and something
Catch the bastard that my buddy killed me
And before killing him, the black man prayed for him (amen)
May God keep you and keep you in hell (brr)
And bury me with a Carbon because we'll see each other again
Rick Flair for these whores
Talking to the snakes in the jellyfish
We pack the kilos and send them to the USA
The Glocks are from Germany and all the AKs are Russian
Don't front, your woman is crazy that I whipped her
I whipped the tank
Don't front, and if you get caught with the three letters, don't snitch
Or I'll make them set you up
Real until death, heard, bastard?
The Illuminati
What?
Brr
Mvsis, De La Crux
Tell me, Nely, El Arma Secreta
Brr
Just tell me, EQ