Ultimo Tren a Ameri
雪山, 你在哪裡?
Word
Los saqué de su peak, les pinché la burbuja
Ustedes el pajar y yo soy la aguja
Mi chica lo mueve y no hay forma que frene
Me da los poderes, parece una bruja
Odia mis temas, pero igual lo' escucha
Y con esas escuchas, word
Me compré un buzo que dice Givenchy escrito en la capucha
Les falta frescura, péguense una ducha
Sumo muy bien y no sé matemática
Yeah, eh, ah, wow
No hablo el idioma de la perra dramática
No lo sé, no lo hablo
Si vieran que soy la máquina
Nací con el don, ya tenía la táctica
Te voy a encontrar aunque cambies el avatar
El hombre es el rey, la selva es su hábitat
Empiezo a levitar, balas evitar, cheques debitar
Yeah, eh
Level de titán, flow sin editar
Soy su debilidad, ey, ey
She killing me softly, mami, voy como un zombie
Gasté mil en porro y seis mil en la combi'
Cuando fumo en el estudio vuelo como un OVNI
Salgo a la calle blindado cause I got haters on me
I got haters on me
Que hablan mal de mí
No hay na' que decir
Si su mejor flow me lo robaron a mí
Llegan los billes y me creo Bruce Wayne
A mili, a mili, a mili, Lil Wayne
Estoy esperando ahora al number one contender
Con un flow pesado y grande como un container
Le doy luz al lado oscuro hasta con Darth Vader
Y me creo que soy Yoda después de un par de verdes
Mi hermano se cree Hendrix, no suelta la Fender
Yo no tengo que pedirle permiso a mi label
Ah-ah-ah
I got ha—, que hablan mal de mí (de mí)
I got—I got haters—, no hay na' que decir, decir
Ah-ah-ah-ah
I got haters—, —su mejor flow-flow me lo—, me-me-me lo robaron a mí
Ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah
Last Train to Ameri
Snow mountain, where are you?
Word
I took them off their peak, I pricked their bubble
You're the bird and I'm the needle
My girl moves it and there's no way to stop her
She gives me powers, she seems like a witch
She hates my songs, but still listens to them
And with those listens, word
I bought a hoodie that says Givenchy written on the hood
You lack freshness, take a shower
I add up very well and I don't know mathematics
Yeah, eh, ah, wow
I don't speak the language of the dramatic bitch
I don't know it, I don't speak it
If they saw that I'm the machine
I was born with the gift, I already had the tactics
I'll find you even if you change the avatar
Man is the king, the jungle is his habitat
I start to levitate, avoid bullets, debit checks
Yeah, eh
Titan level, unedited flow
I'm their weakness, ey, ey
She killing me softly, mommy, I'm going like a zombie
I spent a thousand on weed and six thousand on the van
When I smoke in the studio I fly like a UFO
I go out on the street armored cause I got haters on me
I got haters on me
Talking bad about me
There's nothing to say
If their best flow was stolen from me
The bills arrive and I think I'm Bruce Wayne
A million, a million, a million, Lil Wayne
I'm waiting now for the number one contender
With a heavy flow as big as a container
I give light to the dark side even with Darth Vader
And I think I'm Yoda after a couple of greens
My brother thinks he's Hendrix, he doesn't let go of the Fender
I don't have to ask my label for permission
Ah-ah-ah
I got ha—, talking bad about me (about me)
I got—I got haters—, there's nothing to say, say
Ah-ah-ah-ah
I got haters—, —their best flow-flow was—, me-me-me was stolen from me
Ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah