El Congreso
Yeah
Así de fácil es progreso
Vivíamos con falta de ingreso'
Y así conocí la calle y me metí en el juego
Y la guerra con palos bien gruesos
Se cayeron unos cuanto' y lo' otro' en el canto que cayeron presos
Pero aquí no se habla ni na' de eso
Ser artista me tapa de un congreso
Que nunca bajo cabeza a ninguno y si se tiran, vamo' a matarno'
Solo ando con mi Dios, los carros y cadenas en mi cuello están saldo
Eso no me importa de lo que hablen de mí, si de frente los pillo mamando
Nunca he cambia'o de bando, si se esconden vamo' a encontrarlo
Yeah, yeah, yeah
La' bala' arriba y no le bajo la mirada
Ellos tiran punch, lo que no tienen es pegada
Yo soy el Sol, al la'o mío son bengala'
Tengo el firetejito, llevándola flow Kyle Albrecht
Me siento el horno porque cada vez que me ven cerca se hacen brounie
Explota el bochinche y los palos 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 Fifth
Me lo mama* los guardias (Guardias) y también el sherif
Pepa' pa'l dolor y no son Alive
Mi vo' tiene má' peso que Planet First
No le baje' cabeza a ninguno y si se tiran vamo' a matarno'
Siempre 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
Con la pinta del diario, en el cuello cien mil
Tu siempre mi vida has queri'o vivir (Prr-prr-prr)
No ronque', baja y te vamo' a arrancar de raíz
Hijoepu**' tú lo que ere' es un infeli'
Antes me daba' la espalda y ahora me llaman pa' feat
Con la ticket de la music nos pusimo' a invertir
Aquí la movie es real, to' lo tuyo es ficti
Yo en PR ando con par de baby como Denville
No soy de seguir a nadie de consejos sin seguirlo'
Los palos contrarios de los mismo'
Tócame y te va a arropar la ola como un sismo (Prr)
Y no hable' de conocer la calle, que sin darle' detalle'
Voy a tener que llevarmelo' de turismo
Vivo la vida de bichote, tira'o pa' atra' en un bote
En un putero dejandole las paca' dentro del gistro
Con largo' y botella' en la disco (Pa, pa, pa)
No le bajao' cabeza a ninguno y si se tiran vamo' a matarno'
Solo ando con mi Dios, los carros y cadenas en mi cuello están saldo
Eso no me importa de lo que hablen de mi, si de frente los pillo mamando
Nunca he cambia'o de bando, si se esconden vamo' a encontrarlo
(Jejejejeje)
El Mynor
Millo Gang, cabrón
El trap humano, el trap en persona, mamabicho
El trapero de trapero' (Prr, prr)
Mera, dime, Ecua
Mera, dime, Mynor
(Nosotro' somo' lo' calla'ito, hijoeputa')
Respeto al que no' respeta, hey
Brytiago, cabrón
Ustede' saben ya
(Prr, Ah-ah)
The Congress
Yeah
That's how easy progress is
We lived with a lack of income
And that's how I met the street and got into the game
And the war with thick sticks
Some fell and others in the song who fell were arrested
But here we don't talk about any of that
Being an artist covers me from a congress
That never bows its head to anyone and if they throw themselves, we're going to kill each other
I only walk with my God, the cars and chains around my neck are balanced
I don't care what they say about me, if I catch them sucking face to face
I've never changed sides, if they hide we'll find them
Yeah, yeah, yeah
The bullets up and I don't lower my gaze
They throw punches, what they don't have is a punch
I am the Sun, by my side are flares
I have the firetejito, flowing like Kyle Albrecht
I feel like the oven because every time they see me close they get brownie
The gossip explodes and the sticks give fire like Saudi
You ask for a discount and I keep counting
I make more dough than Garden Olive
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 mine Khalif-
The youngest of the milfs, the R Sport like Night Drive Fifth
The guards suck me off (Guards) and also the sheriff
Pepa' for pain and they're not Alive
My voice has more weight than Planet First
Don't bow your head to anyone and if they throw themselves we're going to kill each other
I always walk with my Glock, my Cubans around my neck, and the cars are balanced
Without balls what they say about me, if I catch them sucking face to face
I've never changed sides, if they hide we'll find them
With the look of the newspaper, a hundred thousand on the neck
You've always wanted to live my life (Prr-prr-prr)
Don't snore, come down and we'll rip you out by the roots
Son of a b**** you're just unhappy
Before you turned your back on me and now they call me for a feature
With the music ticket we started to invest
Here the movie is real, all yours is fiction
I'm in PR with a couple of babies like Denville
I'm not one to follow advice without following it
The opposite sticks of the same
Touch me and the wave will cover you like an earthquake (Prr)
And don't talk about knowing the street, without giving details
I'm going to have to take them on a tour
I live the life of a big shot, thrown back in a boat
In a brothel leaving the packs inside the gistro
With guns and bottles in the club (Pa, pa, pa)
I haven't bowed my head to anyone and if they throw themselves we're going to kill each other
I only walk with my God, the cars and chains around my neck are balanced
I don't care what they say about me, if I catch them sucking face to face
I've never changed sides, if they hide we'll find them
(Hahaha)
The Mynor
Millo Gang, b****
The human trap, the trap in person, motherf*****
The trapper of trappers (Prr, prr)
Mera, tell me, Ecua
Mera, tell me, Mynor
(We're the quiet ones, motherf*****')
Respect to those who respect us, hey
Brytiago, b****
You already know
(Prr, Ah-ah)