LOS PEINE (part. Piero 47 y ITHAN NY)
Blopa
Los peine' y las corta'
Estoy millo, el pantano no me soporta
Al falso se la hacemo' corta
No tengo guardia, mi chipeta es mi escolta, y
Los peine', las corta'
Estoy millo, por eso aquí no soportan
Al falso lo tiro por la borda
Prr
Camino solo, mi chipeta está de escolta
Prr, prr
Peine largo y peine corto, crecimo' viendo la calle
He visto gente con proto pa' que la vuelta te falle
Que el que menos piensa', puede que venga y te la estalle
Me enamoré de la calle, me enamoré de esta plata
Me enamoré de la Glock que hace que te calle'
Entramo' al party, se nos pegan las gata'
Flow New York es la placa
Y en la backpack 'tán los Andrés Bello
Que me ponen bello, ello' quieren tener mi cuello
Pego un tema má' y me compro un AK y te los damo' to' en la guata
Pa' que la piense' y no bajen pa'cá
'Tamo en otra, logi, 'tamo en plata
'Tamo má' Illuminati que hace uno' año' atrá'
Poderoso, una neurona pa' los que rescatan, brr
Los peine' y las corta'
Estoy millo, el pantano no me soporta (Gucci Gremlin)
Al falso se la hacemo' corta
No tengo guardia, mi chipeta es mi escolta, y
Los peine' y las corta'
Estoy millo, el pantano no me soporta
Al falso se la hacemo' corta
No tengo guardia, la chipeta es mi escolta, ¡ja! (Ey, jajajaja, El Castii)
El dinero me llama, en breve pega el Sol en mi ventana
Estoy joseando pa' tener un buen mañana
Buscando pegar un tema, no le bajo hasta que suenen las campana'
Pa' tener a todo' los mío' de pana
La fama es una puta y las putas quieren fama
La plasti en la cintura por si salen con la empana'
De espalda me difaman, pero si me ven de frente, me lo maman
Hoy te quieren y te la doblan mañana
Joseo, joseo, empecé pato feo
Ahora tengo bien a los mío', ese es mi mejor trofeo
Viajando en avioneta y las cosa' ni las planeo
Hablan de plasti, no se pegan si no hablan del Casti
Tienen envidia, en sus ojo' lo veo
Los noto diminuto', yo que soy más astuto
Salieron varios pollo' traicionero' y amarillo' como Pluto
Lo que tengo lo gané y me lo disfruto
Yo no tengo sustituto, pa' matar la seca, papi, la hacemo' al minuto
00, ahora sobran los cero', cero'
Las joyas de diamante', no ocupó acero
Salimo' del agujero, yo nunca me pongo pero'
Forty-Seven Gang, Yakuza es mi gang, contando dinero
Entramo' al trap con la Ferragamo
Yo vengo de la calle, por eso es que fronteamo'
Se siente la presión cuando nosotro' llegamo'
En el party todas se mojan si nosotro' llegamo'
Ando con los Yakuza, los Flamengo y los Forty
Los dueño' 'el territory
El pegó el drill dice la story
La inspiración de ustede', hagan memory
Seguimo' originale', con el Aloncete de puro' antisociale'
Mano arriba, que andamo' con los metale'
Nos vamo' a quedar con todo con el Robertito
A puro mérito partimo' el distrito
No van a decirme ustede', si yo ya vi to'
Con la cadena 'el Galee, dime, bellito
Llegan los naranjo' y se multiplican
No venga' a frontearme con cadena' chica'
Andamo' 750 y caminó del inca
Le damo' big cut, chipeteá' las Kit Kat
Tene-Tenemo' la cone hasta pa' Europa
Mi chanteo vale una tonelá' de coca
Ustedes son hechizo', no se pegan ni con gota
Si mi ropa goteara, quedaría en pelota
Puro' largo’, la hueá es corta
Me siento Héctor pa' los tiempo' de GoldStar
Real trapstar, nadie nos soporta
No canten de trap si ustede' no se montan
Los peine', las corta'
Estoy millo, por eso aquí no soportan
Al falso lo tiro por la borda
Camino solo, mi chipeta está de escolta
THE GUNS (feat. Piero 47 and ITHAN NY)
Blopa
I comb them and cut them
I'm tired, the swamp can't support me
We make it short for the fake
I have no guard, my chipeta is my escort, and
I comb them, I cut them
I'm a millo, that's why they can't stand it here
I throw the fake overboard
Prr
I walk alone, my chipeta is my escort
Prr, prr
Long comb and short comb, we grew up seeing the street
I've seen people with prototypes so that the return fails you
The one who least expects it, may come and blow it up for you
I fell in love with the street, I fell in love with this silver
I fell in love with the Glock that shuts you up'
We entered the party, the cats stuck to us
Flow New York is the plate
And in the backpack there are the Andrés Bello
They make me beautiful, they want to have my neck
I'll post one more topic and buy an AK and we'll give it all to you in the gut
So that you think about it and don't come down here
'We are in another, logi, 'we are in silver
'We are more Illuminati than a year ago'
Powerful, a neuron for those who rescue, brr
I comb them and cut them
I'm a million, the swamp can't stand me (Gucci Gremlin)
We make it short for the fake
I have no guard, my chipeta is my escort, and
I comb them and cut them
I'm a million, the swamp can't support me
We make it short for the fake
I don't have a guard, the chipeta is my escort, ha! (Hey, hahaha, El Castii)
Money is calling me, soon the sun will shine on my window
I'm josing to have a good tomorrow
Looking to stick a song, I won't put it down until the bell rings
To have all my people by my side
Fame is a bitch and bitches want fame
The plastic on the waist in case they come out with the empana'
They slander me from behind, but if they see me from the front, they suck me off
They love you today and they'll double your favor tomorrow
Joseo, joseo, I started out as an ugly duckling
Now I have my people well, that is my best trophy
Traveling by plane and I don't even plan things
They talk about plastic, they don't stick if they don't talk about Casti
They are envious, I see it in their eyes
I notice them tiny, I who am more cunning
Several 'treacherous' and 'yellow' chickens came out like Pluto
What I have I earned and I enjoy it
I don't have a substitute, to kill the drought, daddy, we do it in a minute
00, now zeros are superfluous, zero'
'Diamond jewelry' did not occupy steel
We got out of the hole, I never put myself but
Forty-Seven Gang, Yakuza is my gang, counting money
We enter the trap with the Ferragamo
I come from the street, that's why I front
The pressure is felt when we arrive
At the party everyone gets wet if we arrive
I hang out with the Yakuza, the Flamengo and the Forty
The owners of the territory
He hit the drill says the story
Your inspiration, remember
We continue 'original', with Aloncete of pure 'antisocial'
Hands up, we're with the metal ones
We're going to keep everything with Robertito
We won the district on pure merit
You're not going to tell me, if I've already seen everything?
With the chain 'el Galee, tell me, beautiful
The orange trees arrive and multiply
Don't come to confront me with a small chain
Andamo' 750 and walked the Inca
We give him the big cut, we chip the Kit Kats
We have the cone all the way to Europe
My blackmail is worth a ton of coke
You are a charm, you can't even get along with a drop
If my clothes dripped, I would be naked
Pure 'long', the thing is short
I feel like Hector for the times of GoldStar
Real trapstar, nobody can stand us
Don't sing trap if you don't get on it
I comb them, I cut them
I'm a millo, that's why they can't stand it here
I throw the fake overboard
I walk alone, my chipeta is my escort