Rojo 27
Si me pasan el ticket, cabrón, cojo tu contrato
Salimo' a cazarte hasta vestidos de tecato
Si me pasan el ticket, cabrón, cojo tu contrato
Salimo' a cazarte hasta vestidos de tecato
Si me pasan el ticket, hijueputa, te aseguro 24 van pa'l G
Te estrellaste contra el muro
Con la corta, te vendí, con el palo, te hago un brujo
Si te paras de frente, te prendo las sin seguro
Haciendo carjacking, estamos imposible
Tengo un palo, hijueputa, que el gatillo está sensible
300 en la cara y obliga'o que era invisible
Que nosotros mandamos, cabrón, eso está visible
27 un pistolaso y te robó el paquete
Tú sabes con quién ando, con panza y el 47
Fumando tripi guri pepo, bien loco y al garete
Están midiendo fuerza y la cabra tú no la mete
Te grabo los trabajo y me hago millo bien burlete
Ni lo polis se asomas cuando escuchan mi fulete
Te grabo los trabajo y me hago millo bien burlete
Ni lo polis se asomas cuando escuchan mi fulete
Si me pasan el ticket, cabrón, cojo tu contrato
Te salimo' a cazar hasta vestidos de tecato
Si me pasan el ticket, cabrón, cojo tu contrato
Te salimo' a cazar hasta vestidos de tecato
Siempre ready por si tiran o si un bobo viene en güira
Que tengo un palo africano que le bailan flow Shakira
Grande, cuál es tu secreto, cabrón, yo vivo en la ira y son 300 en la carota
Hijueputa, si te me vira
Te los doy a quemarropa, porque no creo que la ira
Nací crecí de la calle, cabrón, yo sí soy un kila
Cante, puerco, con tu sangre me manchaste las Adidas
El cuello lo tengo de oro, como pa' los tiempo' 'e mira
El Espartaco, cabrón, ya no vivo de los saco'
En la disco, me frontea, y en la disco, te la saco
Tu gata siempre me tira, porque siempre se la saco
En la mano, la .40, y en el bulto un minidraco
Veo, veo y que veo, si es que yo nunca los veo
Mi combo cazando en barbula y los tuyo en balbuleo
Un trofeo pa'l chota que ya tiene 30 reo
Y en la costilla y se fue a darte pilla, bájate al feo
Si me pasan el ticket, cabrón, cojo tu contrato
Te salimo' a cazar hasta vestidos de tecato
Si me pasan el ticket, cabrón, cojo tu contrato
Te salimo' a cazar hasta vestidos de tecato
Ey, ey, muchos titeritos e corn flake
'Toy partiendo como el cabrón de Kendo pa'l 2006
Sabes que Pressure llama, yo bajo y prendo el spray
La forty es doble, esperando que haya un Mistake
Ey, ey, me mira al espejo y veo muerto
Tú sabes con quién habla que los caza vestio de retro
Ayer caché las toro pa' darte contra el cemento
Rojo 27 me canto si caigo preso
Ey, ey, el año pasa y me llevo unos cuanto
El father soltó el ticket y los carro lo hicimos canto
Piso el trabajo después lo reparto
Aquí no se dan cuenta, los gramos quedan exacto
El año pasa y me llevo unos cuanto
Chimi soltó el ticket y los carro lo hicimos canto
Piso el trabajo después no reparto
Aquí no se dan cuenta, los gramos quedan exacto
Si me pasan el ticket, cabrón, cojo tu contrato
Salimo' a cazarte hasta vestidos de tecato
Si me pasan el ticket, cabrón, cojo tu contrato
Salimo' a cazarte hasta vestidos de tecato
Red 27
If they hand me the ticket, bastard, I take your contract
We go out to hunt you even dressed as addicts
If they hand me the ticket, bastard, I take your contract
We go out to hunt you even dressed as addicts
If they hand me the ticket, son of a bitch, I assure you 24 are going to the G
You crashed into the wall
With the short one, I sold you, with the stick, I make you a witch
If you stand in front of me, I'll light you up without insurance
Doing carjacking, we're impossible
I have a stick, son of a bitch, with a sensitive trigger
300 in the face and forced to be invisible
We call the shots, bastard, that's visible
27 a gunshot and I steal your package
You know who I hang out with, with a belly and the 47
Smoking trippy guri pepo, really crazy and off course
They're measuring strength and the goat doesn't get in
I record your work and make a lot of money, really tight
Not even the cops show up when they hear my flute
I record your work and make a lot of money, really tight
Not even the cops show up when they hear my flute
If they hand me the ticket, bastard, I take your contract
We go out to hunt you even dressed as addicts
If they hand me the ticket, bastard, I take your contract
We go out to hunt you even dressed as addicts
Always ready in case they shoot or if a fool comes in a spin
I have an African stick that dances like Shakira
Big, what's your secret, bastard, I live in anger and it's 300 in the face
Son of a bitch, if you turn around on me
I'll give them to you point-blank, because I don't think the anger
I was born and raised in the street, bastard, I am a kilo
Sing, pig, you stained my Adidas with your blood
I have a gold chain, like in the old days
The Spartacus, bastard, I no longer live off the sacks
In the club, he fronts me, and in the club, I take it off
Your girl always hits on me, because I always take it off
In my hand, the .40, and in the bag a mini Draco
I see, I see and what do I see, if I never see them
My crew hunting in Barbula and yours in babbling
A trophy for the cop who already has 30 inmates
And in the rib and went to catch you, get off the ugly one
If they hand me the ticket, bastard, I take your contract
We go out to hunt you even dressed as addicts
If they hand me the ticket, bastard, I take your contract
We go out to hunt you even dressed as addicts
Hey, hey, a lot of puppeteers and corn flakes
I'm breaking out like Kendo in 2006
You know Pressure calls, I come down and spray
The forty is double, waiting for a Mistake
Hey, hey, I look in the mirror and see death
You know who you're talking to, the one who hunts you dressed in retro
Yesterday I caught the bull to hit you against the cement
Red 27 sings to me if I fall in prison
Hey, hey, the year passes and I take a few
The father handed over the ticket and we made the cars sing
I step on the job then distribute it
They don't realize here, the grams are exact
The year passes and I take a few
Chimi handed over the ticket and we made the cars sing
I step on the job then don't distribute it
They don't realize here, the grams are exact
If they hand me the ticket, bastard, I take your contract
We go out to hunt you even dressed as addicts
If they hand me the ticket, bastard, I take your contract
We go out to hunt you even dressed as addicts