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Austin, estás durmiendo en un sueño profundo
Solamente quiero decirte: ¿Cuándo fue que te volviste tan pendejo? ¿Tan cobarde?
Los años te han puesto un poquito lento
Hazme un favor, despierta
Bastardo, despierta
Jajaja
Austin, me tienes abandonado
¿Ya no crees en mí?
Yo siempre te he defendido
Siempre he estado ahí para ti
Siempre, siempre, siempre he eliminado huelebichos contigo
Por más de una década (década)
¿Recuerdas? (¿Recuerdas?)
No los menciono por ti (no)
¿Dónde estoy? (¿Dónde estoy?)
Me guardaste (me guardaste), me abandonaste (me abandonaste)
D-Note Is On The Beat
The Beatllionare
¿Pa' qué? (Jajajaja)
Uh (jajajaja)
Y, como siempre, una feliz Navidad
Desde el piso más alto del edificio
Donde no existe la fuerza de gravedad
Y llevo tanto tiempo que parece que hice un maleficio (¿Qué fue?)
Siento que me afixio
Dos millone' en prenda' y ninguno' de los diamante' son ficticio'
El Austin de antes, el Austin de ahora
El Austin que de lejo' los ajora
El mismo Austin que sí se vuelve a montar en la locomotora
La raíz motora es que sabemos quiénes son de cora
¿Dinero? Check
¿Cojones? Check
Como lo dice mi hermano Tali
Te ubicamos, check
Respondemos, check
Y te queda' blanco como lo que hay en el cartel de Cali
Buenas noches, buenas tardes, buenos días
Andamo' con la pámpara prendi'a
Dos o tres se emocionaron porque el duende no salía
Y yo volando el mundo con altura, sin Rosalía
Mala mía, tuve que hacerlo para que te ubique'
Cuando te estabas los moco' yo hacía ticket
Cuando todo para ti era un simple sueño
Ya yo de este género era dueño
La Ma, yo te entierro debajo de la grama
To' el que te conoce sabe que tú me lo mama'
No me ronque' de poder, tú no está' hecho pa' este drama
Infelices, púdranse con todo y fama
Sigo frío, campeo por tu bloque y por el mío
Pero ¿por qué tú no baja'? A ti te lo tienen prohibío'
No eres grato, darte es como abusar con un tecato
Si es por mí, vuelve y respira, yo no jodo con chivato'
Wow, se buscaron que me emperre
El lápiz está pateando como un R
Cabrón, ¿que tú eres gánster?
¿Pero cuándo? ¿En el principio o en el cierre? (Lambón)
No sé tú, pero yo nunca he paga'o pa' entrar a PR (¡nunca!)
Soy el ojo de la güija, ¿oíste, sabandija?
No te fija' que tiene' a un chota criando a tu hija
Tú no sale', cabrón, tú y yo nunca vamo a ser iguale'
A mí me escoltan bandido', a ti te escoltan los federale'
Oh, sí, cabrón, ¿que yo soy chota? ¿Oh, sí?
Pues enseña los papele' de tu brother RobGz
El duende ya me dijo que no los deje tranquilo'
Y que te estás intoxicando metiéndote fentanilo (huele, maricón, huele)
Recuerda, desde chamaquito, yo los mato solito
Sin tener que aguantarle cabra' a ningún bichotito
Y alante, ve pagando lo que le debe' a Tito
Mi dinero está gordo y panzón, el tuyo está finito
Ya no tiene' prote, está' pasando prote, soplapote
Tú me ve' y te sangra el culo, ponte un Kotex
Yo tengo un peine de bala' mixta', explotan como ristra
Y te las estoy mamando todas pa'l cocote, lambebicho
Tú no te imaginaba' que iba' a ser parte de tu saga favorita de tiraera' (porque tú sabe'), jajajajaja
¿Cómo era que decía, brother? (Soy tu maestro, cabrón)
(Feliz Navidad, chorro de cabrone', ja)
Volvemo' al arranque
Estas bala' 'tán traspasándote el tanque
Yo espero que, después de esta, no te tranque'
Cabrón, cuando tú naciste, yo tenía como veinte paso' alante
Por eso no te capeo tu película de gánster
¿Cojones? Check
¿Dinero? Check
Y este palo tiene más grasa que Mech-Tech
Los joyeros te han cogi'o de pendejo, check
Cobrándote de má' y poniéndote diamante' fake
Tú ere' un simple pendejo que tiene delirio de matón
Tiene' a to' tu corillo cogiendo pon
No tiene credibilidad desde que pagaste pa' entrar al calentón
¿Quiéne' son Los Diose'? Uno es chota, el otro el bugarrón
Ya te rompí la tribu, sigo con el trofeo como El Dibu
Hasta las media' de Austincito valen más que tu outfit Reebok
Real hasta la muerte, cabrón, tú no ere' real
Tus últimas cancione' son de inteligencia artificial
Te estás quedando en la quiri, prostituyendo Amiri
Tú ere' lambebicho, huelebicho, me lo dijo Siri
Tú no ere' el Dios del trap, tú eres un trili
Y te gustan las mujere' con más milla' que un avión de Spirit
En RD, siempre ando con pistola en mano
Porque tengo un paisano que es un gusano
Cabrón, a ti yo no te vuelvo a dar la mano (Neverland)
Porque tú ere' el R. Kelly dominicano (pedófilo)
¿Y es mentira que solo con menore' tú singa'?
¿Y es mentira que tú lo que tiene' es una enfermedad?
¿Es mentira? Tú no ere' calle, no corre' a na'
No es mentira, yo tengo los dato' de tu verdad
Entonce'
Tú, sin tener que hacerlo a nivel de humildad, le da su respeto a un cabrón (¿por qué se lo diste?)
Que, cada vez que se mete cuatro molly, expira en un vaso de foam (nunca has sido yo)
Le da contigo, brother, jaja (todo el tiempo has sido un cuero)
Yo no entiendo qué obsesión es
Pero no te emocione'
Que tú lo que te merece' es lo que yo te acabo de hacer (castígalo, castígalo, más na')
¿Como yo voy a guerrear con un cabrón que discute con mi hijo?
Que no tiene más ticket que yo y parece un lagartijo (tú sabe' mi ofrenda)
Y el otro roncándome de calle, tú no tiene' bola'
Lambebicho, te buscaste un caso por cargar pistola' (ah, volví contigo)
Y así ronca', tú no te baja' ni te monta'
Me pueden mamar el bicho tú y tu mafia tonta
Ey, él es calle, lo pillaron con una Glock
Y de preso, lo cocoteaban y le quitaban las Crocs
Tú ere' un chiste
Tu roncaera está bien mala
Tú no mata' gente, Emmanuelita, tú no jala'
Yo que tú apago el teléfono, inhala y exhala
Y si baja' pa' Puerto Rico, traéte el tanque de aprueba de bala (traélo)
Lambedor, yo te voy a presentar tus fine'
Mamándoselo a bichote', ya tiene' un récord Guinness (¿cuántos son?)
En verdad, si tu ere' calle', no des tanto' detalle'
Y hazle algo a los que te tirotearon la casa en Jardine' (¿no hiciste na'?)
Cabrón, ¿qué tú va' a hacer? A ti no te gusta matar
Fuiste el payaso y la burla de los de la FARC
Nunca he paga'o por prote y eso nunca va a pasar
Literal, tú lo que ere', es un rascabicho sin moral
Y esta va a nombre del santo de mi hermano Justin
Cuando pregunten: ¿Quién te mató? To' el mundo grite: Austin
El que empezó to', cabrón
(Mi artista favorito en español es Romeo)
(Y en inglés, mi rapero favorito es 6ix9ine, pa' que sepan)
Jajajaja, auh
Mira qué irónica es la vida (¿cómo es?)
Que ese es el mismo que está enseñando a nadar a tu hija (en Punta Cana)
Let's go, huelebicho (en un yate), jajajajaja
¿Él qué viene siendo? ¿Tu rapero favorito? (También)
¿Tu enemigo y tu compadre?
¿Qué carajo' es? Wow
(¿Pero tu rapero favorito no soy yo?)
Qué círculo de amor, jajaja (qué círculo de amor)
¡Auh!
La Marizon, mamabicho
Y oye lo que te voy a decir
Antes de tú decirme chota a mí, cabrón
Recuérdate que, cuando tú 'tabas caga'o en PR, el que andaba con policía (sí) y federale' como escolta eras tú (yo recuerdo)
Y ahí los lambebicho' que me están diciendo a mi chota no te decían na'
Hasta con una ambulancia andaba'
Qué gufiao (por si pasaba algo, tú sabe')
¿Ustede' me pueden faltar a mí? ¿O se supone que yo me quede calla'o?
Cabrón, ya eso' tiempo' han cambia'o (mera, cabrón)
Y más si ustede' son lo que están pela'o (te voy a decir algo), jajaja
Cabrón, Santurce está conmigo cuando suena la campana
En cambio, tú, hijo ilegítimo, bastardo de Torres de Sabana
Porque tú no ere' de ahí
Tú ere' de la Calle Ancha, de Country Club, de atrá'
Usted iba ahí a fumar marihuana, cabrón (yeah, por la nueva generación)
¿No me cree'? Dame un break, okey
(Papi, yo represento uno de los corillo más fino de Puerto Rico)
(Yo soy Juth y tú reconoce' mi voz)
(Yo soy una leyenda de Torres de Sabana)
(Y yo afirmo que usted no lo representa)
(Pa' que sepa', ¿okey? Jaja)
(Arca, haz lo que tú quiera')
Hello? Hello? Oh
Me llamé yo mismo, jaja
Quiere' que te diga yo lo que pienso de ti, cabrón
Voy
Seteador, lambebicho, hijo de la gran puta
Ya basta, me cansé de ti, jajajaja
Jajaja
Voy yo, cabrón, voy yo
Yessir
Aka Arcángel La Maravilla, tu maestro, yeah
Te busco el vídeo donde lo dice'
Pero como tú ere' un loco, cabrón
Y tú crees que hay que mamártelo
Mentira, mentira del diablo, jaja
Directamente desde La Calma Suite, yessir
Santurce en la casa, Puerto Rock, shit
¿De dónde tú ere'? Bueno, eso está en duda ya
Está bien, tú ere' de Puerto Rico
Pero Puerto Rico no te quiere
'Tás en Miami, 'tás bufia'o
Tiene' par de gente que está contigo, viviéndosela contigo
Y eso lo que deja demostrar que su negocio callejero no le está yendo muy bien
(Jajajaja, no hay que mencionarte, bi)
Si tu nombre está como tu bolsillo, no hay que mencionarte
Tu bolsillo está, jajajajajaja
Ya
En el nombre del Padre (Navidad)
Del Hijo (Merry Christmas)
Y del Espíritu Santo
Y de Justin (la ocho)
Amén (eight)
The Beatllionare
FN8
Austin, you're sleeping in a deep dream
I just want to tell you: When did you become such an idiot? So cowardly?
The years have made you a bit slow
Do me a favor, wake up
Bastard, wake up
Hahaha
Austin, you've abandoned me
Don't you believe in me anymore?
I've always defended you
I've always been there for you
Always, always, always I've taken out the bugs with you
For over a decade (decade)
Remember? (Remember?)
I don't mention them because of you (no)
Where am I? (Where am I?)
You saved me (you saved me), you abandoned me (you abandoned me)
D-Note Is On The Beat
The Beatllionare
For what? (Hahaha)
Uh (hahaha)
And, as always, a Merry Christmas
From the highest floor of the building
Where gravity doesn't exist
And I've been here so long it seems like I cast a spell (What was it?)
I feel like I'm suffocating
Two million in pledges and none of the diamonds are fake
The Austin from before, the Austin of now
The Austin that from afar the ajora
The same Austin that if he gets back on the locomotive
The motor root is that we know who are genuine
Money? Check
Balls? Check
As my brother Tali says
We locate you, check
We respond, check
And you end up white like what's on the Cali cartel sign
Good night, good afternoon, good morning
We're walking with the lamp lit
Two or three got excited because the elf didn't come out
And I'm flying around the world with height, without Rosalía
My bad, I had to do it so you get it
When you were picking your nose, I was making money
When everything for you was just a dream
I was already the owner of this genre
Ma, I bury you under the grass
Everyone who knows you knows you suck me off
Don't brag about power, you're not made for this drama
Unhappy ones, rot with all your fame
I'm still cold, I roam your block and mine
But why don't you come down? They have you forbidden
You're not welcome, giving you is like abusing a junkie
If it were up to me, come back and breathe, I don't mess with snitches
Wow, you made me go crazy
The pencil is kicking like an R
Asshole, are you a gangster?
But when? At the beginning or the end? (Suck-up)
I don't know about you, but I've never paid to enter PR (never!)
I'm the eye of the Ouija, got it, scumbag?
Don't realize you have a cop raising your daughter
You don't come out, asshole, you and I will never be the same
I'm escorted by bandits, you're escorted by the feds
Oh, yes, asshole, am I a cop? Oh, yes?
Then show the papers of your brother RobGz
The elf already told me not to leave them alone
And that you're getting intoxicated by taking fentanyl (smell, coward, smell)
Remember, since I was a kid, I kill them alone
Without having to put up with any little bug
And forward, start paying what you owe to Tito
My money is fat and plump, yours is thin
You have no protection, you're passing protection, snitch
You see me and your ass bleeds, put on a Kotex
I have a comb of mixed bullets, they explode like a string
And I'm sucking them all for the coconut, bug licker
You didn't imagine I was going to be part of your favorite diss saga (because you know), hahaha
How did it go, brother? (I'm your teacher, asshole)
(Merry Christmas, bunch of assholes, ha)
Let's go back to the start
These bullets are piercing your tank
I hope that, after this, you don't get stuck
Asshole, when you were born, I was like twenty steps ahead
That's why I don't cape your gangster movie
Balls? Check
Money? Check
And this stick has more grease than Mech-Tech
The jewelers have taken you for a fool, check
Charging you more and giving you fake diamonds
You're just an idiot who has delusions of being a tough guy
You have all your crew taking pon
You have no credibility since you paid to get into the heat
Who are The Gods? One is a cop, the other a fag
I already broke your tribe, I continue with the trophy like El Dibu
Even Austincito's socks are worth more than your Reebok outfit
Real to death, asshole, you're not real
Your last songs are artificial intelligence
You're staying in the quiri, prostituting Amiri
You're a bug licker, bug smeller, Siri told me
You're not the trap God, you're a trili
And you like women with more miles than a Spirit airplane
In DR, I always carry a gun in hand
Because I have a countryman who's a worm
Asshole, I won't shake your hand again
Because you're the Dominican R. Kelly (pedophile)
And it's a lie that you only fuck with minors?
And it's a lie that what you have is a disease?
Is it a lie? You're not street, you don't run anything
It's not a lie, I have the data of your truth
So
You, without having to do it at a humility level, give respect to a bastard (why did you give it to him?)
Who, every time he takes four molly, expires in a foam cup (it's never been me)
He's talking about you, brother, haha (you've always been a leather)
I don't understand what obsession is
But don't get excited
What you deserve is what I just did to you (punish him, punish him, nothing more)
How can I fight with a guy who argues with my son?
Who has no more tickets than me and looks like a lizard (you know my offering)
And the other one snoring about the street, you don't have a clue
Bug licker, you got yourself a case for carrying guns (ah, I'm back with you)
And you snore like that, you don't come down or get on
They can suck my dick, you and your stupid mafia
Hey, he's street, they caught him with a Glock
And as a prisoner, they were hitting him and taking off his Crocs
You're a joke
Your snoring is really bad
You don't kill people, Emmanuelita, you don't pull the trigger
If I were you, I'd turn off the phone, inhale and exhale
And if you come to Puerto Rico, bring the bulletproof tank (bring it)
Bug licker, I'm going to introduce you to your fines
Sucking off the big shots, you already have a Guinness record (how many are there?)
Actually, if you're street, don't give so many details
And do something to those who shot up your house in Jardine' (you didn't do anything?)
Asshole, what are you going to do? You don't like killing
You were the clown and the mockery of the FARC
I've never paid for protection and that will never happen
Literally, what you are is a scratch without morals
And this is in the name of my brother Justin's saint
When they ask: Who killed you? Everyone shout: Austin
The one who started it all, asshole
(My favorite artist in Spanish is Romeo)
(And in English, my favorite rapper is 6ix9ine, so you know)
Hahaha, auh
Look how ironic life is (how is it?)
That's the same one teaching your daughter to swim (in Punta Cana)
Let's go, bug licker (on a yacht), hahaha
What is he? Your favorite rapper? (Also)
Your enemy and your buddy?
What the hell is it? Wow
(But I'm not your favorite rapper?)
What a love circle, hahaha (what a love circle)
Auh!
La Marizon, bug licker
And listen to what I'm going to tell you
Before you call me a cop, asshole
Remember that, when you were screwed in PR, you were the one hanging out with the police (yes) and feds as your escort (I remember)
And there are the bug lickers telling me I'm a cop, they didn't say anything to you
Even with an ambulance I was walking around
How crazy (in case something happened, you know)
Can you miss me? Or am I supposed to stay quiet?
Asshole, those times have changed (damn, asshole)
And more if you are the ones who are broke (I'll tell you something), hahaha
Asshole, what are you going to do? You don't like killing
You were the clown and the mockery of the FARC
I've never paid for protection and that will never happen
Literally, what you are is a scratch without morals
And this is in the name of my brother Justin's saint
When they ask: Who killed you? Everyone shout: Austin
The one who started it all, asshole
(My favorite artist in Spanish is Romeo)
(And in English, my favorite rapper is 6ix9ine, so you know)
Hahaha, auh
Look how ironic life is (how is it?)
That's the same one teaching your daughter to swim (in Punta Cana)
Let's go, bug licker (on a yacht), hahaha
What is he? Your favorite rapper? (Also)
Your enemy and your buddy?
What the hell is it? Wow
(But I'm not your favorite rapper?)
What a love circle, hahaha (what a love circle)
Auh!
La Marizon, bug licker
And listen to what I'm going to tell you
Before you call me a cop, asshole
Remember that, when you were screwed in PR, you were the one hanging out with the police (yes) and feds as your escort (I remember)
And there are the bug lickers telling me I'm a cop, they didn't say anything to you
Even with an ambulance I was walking around
How crazy (in case something happened, you know)
Can you miss me? Or am I supposed to stay quiet?
Asshole, those times have changed (damn, asshole)
And more if you are the ones who are broke (I'll tell you something), hahaha
Asshole, what are you going to do? You don't like killing
You were the clown and the mockery of the FARC
I've never paid for protection and that will never happen
Literally, what you are is a scratch without morals
And this is in the name of my brother Justin's saint
When they ask: Who killed you? Everyone shout: Austin
The one who started it all, asshole
(My favorite artist in Spanish is Romeo)
(And in English, my favorite rapper is 6ix9ine, so you know)
Hahaha, auh
Look how ironic life is (how is it?)
That's the same one teaching your daughter to swim (in Punta Cana)
Let's go, bug licker (on a yacht), hahaha
What is he? Your favorite rapper? (Also)
Your enemy and your buddy?
What the hell is it? Wow
(But I'm not your favorite rapper?)
What a love circle, hahaha (what a love circle)
Auh!
La Marizon, bug licker
And listen to what I'm going to tell you
Before you call me a cop, asshole
Remember that, when you were screwed in PR, you were the one hanging out with the police (yes) and feds as your escort (I remember)
And there are the bug lickers telling me I'm a cop, they didn't say anything to you
Even with an ambulance I was walking around
How crazy (in case something happened, you know)
Can you miss me? Or am I supposed to stay quiet?
Asshole, those times have changed (damn, asshole)
And more if you are the ones who are broke (I'll tell you something), hahaha
Asshole, what are you going to do? You don't like killing
You were the clown and the mockery of the FARC
I've never paid for protection and that will never happen
Literally, what you are is a scratch without morals
And this is in the name of my brother Justin's saint
When they ask: Who killed you? Everyone shout: Austin
The one who started it all, asshole
(My favorite artist in Spanish is Romeo)
(And in English, my favorite rapper is 6ix9ine, so you know)
Hahaha, auh
Look how ironic life is (how is it?)
That's the same one teaching your daughter to swim (in Punta Cana)
Let's go, bug licker (on a yacht), hahaha
What is he? Your favorite rapper? (Also)
Your enemy and your buddy?
What the hell is it? Wow
(But I'm not your favorite rapper?)
What a love circle, hahaha (what a love circle)
Auh!
La Marizon, bug licker
And listen to what I'm going to tell you
Before you call me a cop, asshole
Remember that, when you were screwed in PR, you were the one hanging out with the police (yes) and feds as your escort (I remember)
And there are the bug lickers telling me I'm a cop, they didn't say anything to you
Even with an ambulance I was walking around
How crazy (in case something happened, you know)
Can you miss me? Or am I supposed to stay quiet?
Asshole, those times have changed (damn, asshole)
And more if you are the ones who are broke (I'll tell you something), hahaha
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