Pólvora
Que me llamen asesina, que me den perpetua
Pues voy a masacrar este ritmo con esta letra
Tengo que ponerlos claros para que se aquieten
Las balas que yo cargo no son de juguete
Yo vivo por la pólvora
Ruleta rusa, tómbola
La rabia es una enfermedad
Que les hace alucinar
Yo vivo por la pólvora
Pro-pro, pólvora
Rude gyal, shot them up
Killer musical
Rude gyal, shot them up
Killer musical
Rude gyal, shot them up
Killer musical
Rude gyal, shot them up
Rude gyal, shot them up
Rude gyal, shot them up
Killer musical
Que si no quieres enemigos, no debes brillar
Porque aquel que brilla todo el mundo siempre lo quiere ver mal
Predican lo que no practican y este son lo canto de corazón
Mate, wait, you are my son, son, clap
Now clap, now clap
'Cause the killer's on the track
Now clap, clap, clap
Que ligas sí, ligas no dan
Porque yo vivo por la pólvora
Ruleta rusa, tómbola
La rabia es una enfermedad
Que les hace alucinar
Yo vivo por la pólvora
Prro-prro, pólvora (rrra!)
Rude gyal, shot them up
Killer musical
Rude gyal, shot them up
Killer musical (I'm the rude gyal)
Rude gyal, shot them up
Killer musical ('cause I am the rude gyal)
Rude gyal, shot them up
Rude gyal, shot them up (rude gyal)
Rude gyal, shot them up
Killer musical
I am the rude gyal
'Cause I am the rude gyal
Rude gyal, pull-up
Rude gyal, shot them up
Rude gyal, shot them up
Killer music-
Rude gyal, shot them up
Rude gyal, shot them up
Rude gyal, shot them up
(Killer musical)
Prro-prro, pólvora (rrra)
Gunpowder
Call me a murderer, give me life imprisonment
Well, I'm gonna massacre this rhythm with these lyrics
I have to make them clear so they quiet down
The bullets I carry are not the toy type
I live for the gunpowder
Russian Roulette, raffle
The rabies is a disease
That makes them hallucinate
I live for the gunpowder
Prro-prro, gunpowder
Rude girl, shoot them up
Musical killer
Rude girl, shoot them up
Musical killer
Rude girl, shoot them up
Musical killer
Rude girl, shoot them up
Rude girl, shoot them up
Rude girl, shoot them up
Musical killer
If you don't want enemies, you shouldn't shine
Because the one who shines is the one everyone always wants to see fail
They preach what they don't practice, and this is what I sing from the heart
Mate, wait, you are my son; son, clap
Now clap, now clap
'Cause the killer's on the track
Now clap, clap, clap
For the leagues yes, leagues do not give
Because I live for the gunpowder
Russian Roulette, raffle
The rabies is a disease
That makes them hallucinate
I live for the gunpowder
Prro-prro, gunpowder (rrra!)
Rude girl, shoot them up
Musical killer
Rude girl, shoot them up
Musical killer (I'm the rude girl)
Rude girl, shoot them up
Musical killer ('cause I am the rude girl)
Rude girl, shoot them up
Rude girl, shoot them up (rude girl)
Rude girl, shoot them up
Musical killer
I am the rude girl
'Cause I am the rude girl
Rude girl, pull-up
Rude girl, shoot them up
Rude girl, shoot them up
Musical kille-
Rude girl, shoot them up
Rude girl, shoot them up
Rude girl, shoot them up
(Musical killer)
Prro-prro, gunpowder (Rrra)
Escrita por: Ivy Queen / Xavier Sánchez