Manhattan
Jeje, ah
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Los Pulpo'
Mera, oye
A mí sin cojone' me tiene
Formamo' un tiroteo frente 'e tu casa
A ver qué pasa cuando la' bala' del micro te traspasan
Tengo a la puta tuya enviando fotito' por WhatsApp
No e' que camine de la'o, e' que la corta me retrasa
Huelebicho, evita rose y guárdate los comentario'
Tiene' que mamarme el bicho, me la dan en tu barrio
Me respetan los patrone', soy la cara 'el vecindario
Consciente de que mi muerte tiene día en el calendario
No he deja'o de vender droga, con la cuchara en la estufa
El snorkel por si me buzan, los van a matar si cruzan
De roja y escaperuza, en la pista como Yeruza
Y si me ven, disparen, pa' matar no existe excusa
Tú ere' sendo pescabicho, un pendejo carga pistola
Di to' lo que tú quiera', me tiene' que mamar las bola'
Voy, te exploto la gata, cabrón, si es que la dejas sola
Y tienes que bajar cabeza porque a mí no me controlan
'Toy bien aborrecío' con el grillete en el tobillo
Los featuring ni los cobro, los brinco porque estoy pillo
Se las prendo, los tiro y los piso como un cigarillo
Y los kilos no me los cogen, cabrón, si yo los maquillo
Lo que escriben no lo viven, las pistola' las exhiben
No tienen yo como Steven, te vo'a llegar como un email
Cabrón, si la bestia asesina nadie te revive
Siente que se están cayendo porque yo soy el declive
Azótalo, páratele encima, ve y remátalo
Si mató a tu brother, de por vida vamo' a vengarlo
Esto no e' PlayStation, no estamo' en Modern Warfare 2 (no es PlayStation, cabrón)
Si te hackeé el sistema queda' lagueando como un robot, rascabicho
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Los Pulpo'
Dime, Caser
Me cago en la madre
Estos cabrone' se están muriendo cada vez que mando un verso, brr
Manhattan
Hehe, ah
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The Octopus
Mera, listen
Without balls, it has me
We form a shootout in front of your house
Let's see what happens when the bullets from the mic pierce you
I have your bitch sending photos via WhatsApp
It's not that I walk sideways, it's that the gun slows me down
Smell-dick, avoid friction and save your comments
You have to suck my dick, they give it to me in your neighborhood
The bosses respect me, I'm the face of the neighborhood
Aware that my death has a day on the calendar
I haven't stopped selling drugs, with the spoon on the stove
The snorkel in case they bust me, they'll kill them if they cross
In red and escape route, on the track like Yeruza
And if they see me, shoot, there's no excuse for killing
You're a big dick fisherman, a dumbass carrying a gun
Say whatever you want, you have to suck my balls
I'll go, I'll explode your cat, bastard, if you leave her alone
And you have to bow your head because I'm not controlled
I'm really fed up with the shackle on my ankle
I don't charge for the features, I skip them because I'm sharp
I light them up, I throw them and step on them like a cigarette
And they don't catch the kilos from me, bastard, if I disguise them
They don't live what they write, they show off the guns
They don't have me like Steven, I'll come at you like an email
Bastard, if the beast kills, no one revives you
They feel like they're falling because I am the decline
Hit him, stand on top of him, go and finish him off
If he killed your brother, we'll avenge him for life
This isn't PlayStation, we're not in Modern Warfare 2 (it's not PlayStation, bastard)
If I hack your system, you'll be lagging like a robot, dick scratcher
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The Octopus
Tell me, Caser
I shit on your mother
These bastards are dying every time I send a verse, brr