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THE MILITARY

Ayax y Prok

LA MILI

Criminal
'Cause I'm a criminal
Criminal
'Cause I'm a criminal
Cri-cri-cri-criminal (criminal)
Esto e' la mili
'Cause I'm a criminal
Cri-cri-cri-criminal (criminal)

'Cucha, esto e' la mili, ponero' firme'
Vuelta al campo, dominadas, que no sois pa' tanto, eh
Recluta patosos, recoge a marlen, perro (¡pu, pu, pu, pu!)
Solo me daba una comisión, broker
Así me dejaste el corazón, broken
Mis tigres nunca chivan porque son, bloques
Gang forever together, debajo el bloque
Al dealer no le mandes WhatsApp, pégale un toque
Si quieres ser líder, venga, coge el ticket
Si te pego un combo te hago un perfect, tekken
No te achico rabo gordo, hagamos el trueque
Terminamo' el polvo, tenía tembleque'
Te aprieto el tornillo, me dicen black & decker
Soy como amadeo y mi epitafium, réquiem
Esto suena a porno, no es Gustavo Bécquer
Es egotrip en su pura esencia
Sí, esto es la mili, tu objetor de consciencia
Drogas lícitas, pastillas legale'
Drogas duras, registro' ilegale'
Asunto jurídico en contenido explicito
Me habla de joseo, fronteo, le veo ridículo
Lo vuestro e' postureo, lo mío verídico
Lo dijo prok, le falta el papelito del médico
La play de tercera, los juego' en platinium
Muchas puñalá's, pero soy logan, adamantium
Salto el coliseo con gritos del hispano
Bájate cómodo que lo arreglo gitano
Bandolero, hermanos dalton
Llego del ghetto hasta el cielo solo en un salto
Pueden verme en el cine, salto de un barco
A veces escucho voces como Donnie Darko
Started from the bottom, [?]
Somos de la calle, con un giño los capto
No, chivo, no hay trato, no hay pacto
Esnifan polvo y fuman pasto
Acumulo multas de madera, un castor
Yo gambito damas, tú jaque al pastor
Lo hace a posta, escopeta posta, impostor
No siente, imposta, miente, no importa, skoll
La grada grita: "gol" , y no ha llega'o mi equipo
Llego a la discoteca y el portero gallito
Esa camarera me pone malito (ay)
No me deja entrar y le compro el garito
El jefe pasa por el almacén, suenan gritos
Salió por la puerta, le pidió el finiquito
De barrio pobre, vamo' a hacerlo rico
Somos de la calle, con un giño me explico, eh

Esto e' la mili, ponero' firme'
Aquí mi fúsil, aquí mi pistola
Uno da tiros, la otra consuela
Aquí mi fúsil, aquí mi pistola
Uno da tiros, la otra consuela
Aquí mi fúsil, aquí mi pistola
Uno da tiros, la otra consuela

THE MILITARY

Criminal
'Cause I'm a criminal
Criminal
'Cause I'm a criminal
Cri-cri-cri-criminal (criminal)
This is the military
'Cause I'm a criminal
Cri-cri-cri-criminal (criminal)

'Listen, this is the military, stand up'
Back to the field, pull-ups, you're not that tough, huh
Clumsy recruits, pick up Marlen, dog (pu, pu, pu, pu!)
I only got a commission, broker
That's how you left my heart, broken
My tigers never snitch because they're blocks
Gang forever together, under the block
Don't send WhatsApp to the dealer, give him a call
If you want to be a leader, come on, take the ticket
If I hit you with a combo, I make a perfect, Tekken
I don't back down, fat tail, let's make the trade
We finished the dust, I was shaking
I tighten the screw, they call me Black & Decker
I'm like Amadeo and my epitaph, requiem
This sounds like porn, it's not Gustavo Bécquer
It's egotrip in its pure essence
Yes, this is the military, your conscientious objector
Legal drugs, legal pills
Hard drugs, illegal records
Legal issue with explicit content
He talks about hustling, fronting, I find it ridiculous
Yours is posing, mine is authentic
Prok said it, he's missing the doctor's note
Third-rate play, I play in platinum
Many stabs, but I'm Logan, adamantium
I jump the coliseum with shouts of the Hispanic
Get comfortable, I'll fix it, Gypsy style
Bandit, Dalton brothers
I go from the ghetto to heaven in just one jump
They can see me in the movies, jumping from a boat
Sometimes I hear voices like Donnie Darko
Started from the bottom, [?]
We're from the street, I catch them with a wink
No, goat, no deal, no pact
They snort powder and smoke grass
I accumulate wooden fines, a beaver
I gambit ladies, you check the pastor
He does it on purpose, shotgun for real, impostor
He doesn't feel, impost, lies, it doesn't matter, skoll
The crowd shouts: 'goal', and my team hasn't arrived
I get to the club and the bouncer is cocky
That waitress makes me feel sick (oh)
She won't let me in and I buy the place
The boss walks through the warehouse, screams are heard
He left through the door, asked for his severance
From a poor neighborhood, let's make it rich
We're from the street, with a wink I explain, huh

This is the military, stand up'
Here's my rifle, here's my gun
One shoots, the other consoles
Here's my rifle, here's my gun
One shoots, the other consoles
Here's my rifle, here's my gun
One shoots, the other consoles

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