Rural Team
A la luz de la Luna
Malas horas, las calles oscuras
Mi hermano te apalea con un cubo de basura
Esta mierda nos la pone dura
Cero censura, equipo tortura
Los kilos que te quiten me la sudan
Con mi Rural Team que se fuga
Tu manada se ha quedado muda
La mezcla de alcohol y los gramos
Los cubatas envenenados
Las miradas de trastornados
Entramos en el garito tos endemoniados
Ni cinco minutos duramos
Salimos tos encapuchados
Las copas volando, los palos
Arranca el M3 que nos vamos
Hoo-Hoo-Hooligan, métele al hardbass
Las manchas de sangre en las bambas
Los porteros llamando a la pasma
La próxima vez te lo guardas
Hoo-Hoo-Hooligan, métele al hardbass
A Barrabás le robamos las barbas
Mi calaña tocando las palmas
Familiarizada con las armas
Si la cosa se pone tensa
Mi manada ni se lo piensa
Seleccionamos la presa
Repartimos recompensas
Hoo-Hoo-Hooligan, métele al hardbass
Las manchas de sangre en las bambas
Los porteros llamando a la pasma
La próxima vez te lo guardas
Hoo-Hoo-Hooligan, métele al hardbass
A Barrabás le robamos las barbas
Mi calaña tocando las palmas
Familiarizada con las armas
Hoo-Hoo-Hooligan, métele al hardbass
Hoo-Hoo-Hooligan, métele al hardbass
Hoo-Hoo-Hooligan, métele al hardbass
Hoo-Hoo-Hooligan, métele al hardbass
Rural Team
In the moonlight
Bad hours, dark streets
My brother beats you with a trash can
This shit gets us hard
Zero censorship, torture team
I don't care about the kilos they take from you
With my Rural Team that escapes
Your pack has gone silent
The mix of alcohol and grams
The poisoned drinks
The looks of the disturbed
We enter the club all possessed
We don't last five minutes
We all come out hooded
Glasses flying, sticks
Start the M3, we're out of here
Hoo-Hoo-Hooligan, put on the hardbass
Bloodstains on the sneakers
The bouncers calling the cops
Next time you keep it to yourself
Hoo-Hoo-Hooligan, put on the hardbass
We stole Barrabas' beard
My kind clapping hands
Familiar with weapons
If things get tense
My pack doesn't even think about it
We select the prey
We distribute rewards
Hoo-Hoo-Hooligan, put on the hardbass
Bloodstains on the sneakers
The bouncers calling the cops
Next time you keep it to yourself
Hoo-Hoo-Hooligan, put on the hardbass
We stole Barrabas' beard
My kind clapping hands
Familiar with weapons
Hoo-Hoo-Hooligan, put on the hardbass
Hoo-Hoo-Hooligan, put on the hardbass
Hoo-Hoo-Hooligan, put on the hardbass
Hoo-Hoo-Hooligan, put on the hardbass