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You're Going to Die

Noriel

Te Vas a Morir

Trap capos hijueputa
Aquí si tú no eres capo, no puedes cantar cabrón

Hoy tú te vas a morir
Hoy yo quiero mis chavos (cabrón cuadra)
Hoy tú te vas a morir
Saca el palo del clavo (cabrón al rato te veo)

Hoy tú te vas a morir
Le enganche los dos rabos
Hoy tú te vas a morir (brrr)
Te tiro por gurabo (te vas a morir hijueputa)

Hoy tú te vas a morir (ah)
Hoy yo quiero mis chavos (tráeme los chavos cabrón)
Hoy tú te vas a morir (te vas a morir)
Saca el palo del clavo (brrr)

Hoy tú te vas a morir
Le enganche los dos rabos (te vo’a buscarte)
Hoy tú te vas a morir (te vas a morir)
Te tiro por gurabo (ah)

Hoy tú te va’ a morir
Es más hazme un favor
Pícate tú mismo pa’ yo no ensuciarme (aja)
Perco, 5 12, pali y tramadol (reporte)

Pa’ romperte la vida hasta que te desarme
Con mis cosas yo no quiero descuadre (ah)
Tú quieres ver cómo es que el palo abre (ah)
Dime porque me porfías, aquí no se fía, hijueputa cágate en tu madre (woo woo)

Dame to’ los chavos, que este kiosco es mío
Y ando aborreció loco por darte cuando te vea
Te pille dormio’, y ando bien crecio’
Puesto pa’ lo mío, me lo mama la poli y el dea

Te damos pa’ que to el mundo te vea (aja)
Tu gata conmigo textea (siempre)
Cuando se lo meto se lo dejo adentro
Le gusta completo, me ama pero no me chapea (woo)

(Miky woodz)

A nadie se lo mamo (no no)
Y el que trate de robarme dinero vivo lo quemamos (yeah yeah)
Hoy tú te vas a morir no te vamos a pasar la mano (no)
Y si cogiste un pasaje pues torturamos a tu hermano (brrr)

Me dijeron di’que estudia en el turabo
Cuando me vio lo hice correr el maratón del pavo
Te lo advertí que nadie jode con mis chavos
Recógelo flotando en el malecón de naguabo

Tu no sirve porque me lo mamabas cuando estabas necesitao’
Quiero todos mis chavos depositao’
O se cae tu mujer y hasta tu cuñao’

El brother me lo dijo bo que tú tenías pinta de virao’, ah
Te equivocaste conmigo y viniste a correrme con aceite quemao’ ah (brrr)

Hoy tú te vas a morir (ah)
Hoy yo quiero mis chavos (este cabrón esta descuadrao’)
Hoy tú te vas a morir
Saca el palo del clavo (vo’ a matar este cabrón)

Hoy tú te vas a morir
Le enganche los dos rabos (ahh)
Hoy tú te vas a morir
Te tiro por gurabo

(Jon z men)

Lo meto en el baúl, lo amarro con soga
Le quito los chavos, el paquete y la droga (yi)
Lo tiro pa’l mar, solito se ahoga
O le echo gas, le digo que escoja

Casquillos recojan, ak 47
Aquí no hay cortas, son palos fuletes
Mejor que cuadre, los chavos completos
O voy a prenderte en la cara el juguete (rrr)

Muerto morio’, quemao’ to’ podrio’
Él coge tiro, torturao’, to jodio’
Te dejo en el desvío, en el baúl de un brío (yi, yi)
Jodio’, mal pario’

Hoy tú te va a morir
Yo me voy a montar
Nadie va vivir para poder contar
Consigue mis chavos y ponte a contar
O te juro por dios nadie te va a encontrar

Vamo’ a contar los tickets, ve búscame el cuadre (quítale los chavos cabrón)
No hagas que te pique no quiero descuadre (yo espero que no estés defalcau’)
De a 10 mil las pacas, en caja’ e’ zapato’ (ah)
A 3 mil la ak, 300 si es drako (pew, pew) (pew, pew) (pew, pew)

No compro cajas de bala’, las compro por paila (tráemelo con 2 paila cabrón)
Reventamo’ a tu pana, chequea como baila (pew, pew)
Le compro la caja y pago el funeral (tráete la esposa)
Si nos pillan fugao’, matamo’ el general (pew, pew)

Yo no juego con chavos, ni cosas de la calle
No este hablando de mí, por ahí dando detalle’
Llamo al loco mío, que llegue y te estalle
Te tenga en mi lista, y tu nombre subraye

Ya vamos bajando ténmelo to’ listo
Con 2 palos alfa, y un r pistol
Llénate los peines, que falte que sobre
Quiero to’s mis chavos, divididos en sobre’

Ah
Oye nosotros no fallamo’ nunca
Nosotros somos de oro cabrones
Jeje
Y en verda’ que nosotro’ estamo’ muy po’ encima
Acuérdate que el falso es falso, y el falso conmigo no camina
Ni con jon z, ni con el dominio, ni con miky woodz tampoco
Santana, el nene de oro
Y no hay que hablar mucho porque
Te puedes caer
Jon z
Miky woodz
El dominio nigga
Los super saiyan
No no noriel

You're Going to Die

Trap bosses son of a bitch
Here if you're not a boss, you can't sing, asshole

Today you're going to die
Today I want my money (asshole square)
Today you're going to die
Take the stick out of the nail (asshole see you later)

Today you're going to die
I hooked both tails
Today you're going to die (brrr)
I'll throw you by Gurabo (you're going to die son of a bitch)

Today you're going to die (ah)
Today I want my money (bring me the money asshole)
Today you're going to die (you're going to die)
Take the stick out of the nail (brrr)

Today you're going to die
I hooked both tails (I'm going to look for you)
Today you're going to die (you're going to die)
I'll throw you by Gurabo (ah)

Today you're going to die
In fact, do me a favor
Cut yourself so I don't get dirty (aha)
Perco, 5 12, pali and tramadol (report)

To break your life until you disarm
With my things I don't want discrepancies (ah)
You want to see how the stick opens (ah)
Tell me why you argue with me, here we don't trust, son of a bitch shit on your mother (woo woo)

Give me all the money, this kiosk is mine
And I'm fed up crazy to give it to you when I see you
I catch you asleep, and I'm very grown up
Ready for mine, the police and the DEA suck me

We give it so everyone can see it (aha)
Your cat texts with me (always)
When I put it in, I leave it inside
She likes it complete, she loves me but doesn't show me off (woo)

(Miky Woodz)

I don't suck anyone off (no no)
And whoever tries to steal my money alive, we burn him (yeah yeah)
Today you're going to die, we're not going to go easy on you (no)
And if you bought a ticket, we torture your brother (brrr)

They told me he studies at Turabo
When he saw me, I made him run the turkey marathon
I warned you that nobody messes with my money
Pick him up floating on the Naguabo boardwalk

You're useless because you sucked me off when you were in need
I want all my money deposited
Or your woman and even your brother-in-law will fall

The brother told me that you looked like a screw-up, ah
You messed with me and came to challenge me with burnt oil, ah (brrr)

Today you're going to die (ah)
Today I want my money (this asshole is off)
Today you're going to die
Take the stick out of the nail (I'm going to kill this asshole)

Today you're going to die
I hooked both tails (ahh)
Today you're going to die
I'll throw you by Gurabo

(Jon Z men)

I put him in the trunk, tie him with a rope
I take his money, the package and the drugs (yi)
I throw him into the sea, he drowns alone
Or I pour gas on him, I tell him to choose

Pick up the shells, AK 47
There are no short ones here, they're strong sticks
Better square up, the money in full
Or I'll light the toy in your face (rrr)

Dead, burnt, all rotten
He takes a shot, tortured, all screwed up
I leave you at the crossroads, in the trunk of a brio (yi, yi)
Screwed up, badly born

Today you're going to die
I'm going to get on
No one will live to tell
Get my money and start counting
Or I swear to God no one will find you

Let's count the tickets, go find me the square (take the money off asshole)
Don't make me itch, I don't want discrepancies (I hope you're not short)
10 thousand per pack, in shoe boxes (ah)
3 thousand for the AK, 300 if it's a Draco (pew, pew) (pew, pew) (pew, pew)

I don't buy bullet boxes, I buy them by the pan (bring it with 2 pans asshole)
We kill your buddy, see how he dances (pew, pew)
I buy the box and pay for the funeral (bring the wife)
If we get caught, we kill the general (pew, pew)

I don't play with money, or street stuff
Don't talk about me, giving details out there
I call my crazy one, let him come and explode you
Have you on my list, and underline your name

We're going down, have it all ready
With 2 alpha sticks, and an R pistol
Fill the clips, let there be more than enough
I want all my money, divided in envelopes

Ah
Hey we never fail
We are golden bastards
Hehe
And really we are very above
Remember that the fake is fake, and the fake doesn't walk with me
Not with Jon Z, not with El Dominio, not with Miky Woodz either
Santana, the golden kid
And we don't have to talk much because
You can fall
Jon Z
Miky Woodz
El Dominio nigga
The Super Saiyans
Noriel

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