El Congreso (part. Bryant Myers)
(Me lo maman lo' guardia')
(Yeah, y también el sheriff)
(Ajá, yeah)
No ha sido fácil el progreso (no)
Vivíamos con falta de ingreso'
Y así conocí la calle y me metí en el juego
Y las guerra' con palo' bien grueso'
Se cayeron unos cuanto'
Y lo' otro' en el canto que cayeron preso'
Pero aquí no se habla ni na' de eso
Ser artista, meta pa' un congreso
Yo nunca bajo cabeza a ninguno, y si se tiran vamo' a matarno'
Solo ando con mi Dio', los carro' y cadena', en mi cuello están saldos
So no me importa lo que hablen de mí, si de frente los pillo mamando
Nunca he cambia'o de bando
Si se esconden vamo' a encontrarlo' (yeah)
Las bala' arriba, y no les bajo la mirada
Ello' tiran punch, lo que no tienen pegada
Yo soy el Sol, al la'o mío son bengala'
Tengo el fire de Heat, estoy llevándola al flow Kyle Lowry
Me siento el horno, porque cada ve' que me ven cerca se hacen brownies
Explota el bochinche, y lo' palo' dando candela como saudí
Tú pide' descuento y yo sigo counting
Hago má' pasta que Garden Olive
No como vegetal, soy loco con el beef
Las va' a chillar como en Tokyo Drift
Tu mujer te las pega, tú ere' Will Smith
Yo la grabo igual que mía Khalif—
El menor de las milfs, los R Sport como Night Drive film
Me lo maman los guardia' (Guardia'), y también el sheriff
Pepa' pa'l dolor y no son Aleve
Mi vo' tiene má' peso que Planet Fit
No le bajé cabeza a ninguno, y si se tiran vamo' a matarno'
Solo ando con mi Glock, mis cubana' en el cuello, y los carro' están saldo'
Sin cojone' lo que hablen de mí, si de frente los pillo mamando
Nunca he cambia'o de bando
Si se esconden vamo' a encontrarlo' (oh)
Con la pinta del diario, en el cuello cien mil
Tu siempre mi vida has queri'o vivir
No ronque', baja y te vamo' a arrancar de raíz
Hijoeputa' tú lo que ere' es un infeli'
Ante' me daba' la espalda y ahora me llama' pa' feat
Con el ticket de la music nos pusimo' a invertir
Aquí la movie es real, to' lo tuyo es ficti
En PR ando con par de babie' como Denville
No soy nadie de seguir a nadie', doy consejos sin seguirlo'
Los palo' contrario' de los mismo'
Tócame y te va a arropar la ola como un sismo
Y no hable' de conocer la calle, que sin darle' detalle'
Voy a tener que llevármelo' de turismo
Vivo la vida de bichote' tira'o pa' atrá' en un bote
En un putero dejándole las paca' dentro del gistro
Con largo' y botella' en la disco
Y no bajo cabeza a ninguno, y si se tiran vamo' a matarno'
Solo ando con mi Dio', los carro' y cadena'
En mi cuello están saldos (cash, cash)
So, no me importa lo que hablen de mí
Si de frente los pillo mamando (Mamón, cabrón)
Nunca cambio de bando
Si se esconden vamo' a encontrarno'
El Mynor
Millo Gang, cabrón
El trap humano, el trap en persona, mamabicho
El trapero de trapero'
Mera, dime, Ecua
Mera, dime, Mynor
(Nosotro' somo' lo', hijoeputa')
Respeto al que no' respeta
Ey, Brytiago, cabrón
Ustede' saben ya
The Congress (feat. Bryant Myers)
(The guards suck it up)
(Yeah, and also the sheriff)
(Aha, yeah)
Progress has not been easy (no)
We lived with a lack of income
And that's how I got to know the streets and got into the game
And the wars with thick sticks
Some fell
And the others in the corner who ended up in prison
But here we don't talk about any of that
Being an artist, goal for a congress
I never bow my head to anyone, and if they come at us, we'll kill each other
I only walk with my God, the cars and chains around my neck are on sale
So I don't care what they say about me, if I catch them sucking up to me
I've never switched sides
If they hide, we'll find them (yeah)
Bullets up, and I don't lower my gaze
They throw punches, but they don't have a punch
I am the Sun, by my side are flares
I have the Heat's fire, I'm taking it to Kyle Lowry's flow
I feel like the oven, because every time they see me close, they turn into brownies
The gossip explodes, and the sticks give off heat like Saudis
You ask for a discount and I keep counting
I make more dough than Olive Garden
I don't eat vegetables, I'm crazy about beef
They're going to scream like in Tokyo Drift
Your woman cheats on you, you're Will Smith
I record her just like Khalif—
The youngest of the milfs, the R Sport like Night Drive film
The guards suck it up (Guard), and also the sheriff
Pills for the pain and they're not Aleve
My voice carries more weight than Planet Fit
I never bow my head to anyone, and if they come at us, we'll kill each other
I only walk with my Glock, my Cubans around my neck, and the cars are on sale
Without balls what they say about me, if I catch them sucking up to me
I've never switched sides
If they hide, we'll find them (oh)
With the look of the newspaper, a hundred thousand around my neck
You've always wanted to live my life
Don't brag, come down and we'll rip you out by the roots
You motherfucker, all you are is unhappy
Before you turned your back on me and now you call me for a feature
With the music ticket we started to invest
Here the movie is real, all yours is fiction
In PR I walk with a couple of babies like Denville
I'm not someone to follow anyone, I give advice without following it
The opposite sticks of the same
Touch me and the wave will cover you like an earthquake
And don't talk about knowing the streets, without giving details
I'm going to have to take them on a tour
Living the life of a thug thrown back in a boat
In a brothel leaving the packs inside the gistro
With guns and bottles in the club
And I don't bow my head to anyone, and if they come at us, we'll kill each other
I only walk with my God, the cars and chains
Around my neck they're on sale (cash, cash)
So, I don't care what they say about me
If I catch them sucking up to me (Sucker, bastard)
I never change sides
If they hide, we'll find each other
El Mynor
Millo Gang, bastard
The human trap, the trap in person, motherfucker
The trapper of trappers
Mera, tell me, Ecua
Mera, tell me, Mynor
(We are the motherfuckers)
Respect those who respect us
Hey, Brytiago, bastard
You already know