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Soldier who have compromised his life as if it were a game
Soldiers who handed over everything that could be their life to a firearm
People who break down street problems as if they were prophets
People who traded their inner peace for hateful nights, restless hours
Situations that are no longer healthy
They can no longer be controlled with their hands
Walking demons controlling human bodies
That moment when there's no longer a chance to run
The rifle rings, biting and digesting your skin
The abound of hearts was consumed with calm
And whatever you do after you leave the pace
Satan already has your soul pointed
Chorus 1
The dead come and go, pr looks like vietnam
Things aren't like they used to be
Oh, my God, forgive me, I know I'm doing evil
These bastards aren't going to kill me
Rifles and glocks, mask and gloves
The chip on me.40 and the arm of a demon
Looking for these bastards to make him a wake
And I'll see you in the oven
Verse 1
Soldier and prophet, but my bible is my glopeta
I ride with the ak and erase your mask
Living in war like sinaloa and the Zeta'
Ride' in a taxi with the vendetta mask
Yampi, tell him whoever touches you
Let's leave it icing on a pole
I leg them in the pot, at the waist the chipote
Talk shit and I'll put my Jordan on your moustache
We got the route, I nailed your whore
I've got the rifle in the cockpit like tupac
Smoking with coa, hunting like a boa
I send you a fuletazo and you fall like a prawn
From carolina to santurce and from santurce to carola
Bastards, there are no vests for the chola
And it's not having a gun, because I'm waiting for you outside the chanoli
And I'll kill you underwater, so it's not going to attract' tail
Recruten, they're dying, make an adjustment
Because the ak made a mismatch
Don't panic, but if you dress us in mourning
Movie's going to make r debut
All guns are new and all rifles are new
I know what it's like to live in war, I don't cover up
We get in for your hamlet when they're squared
And we killed those who were pulling and the relays
Almighty, whatever for the money
Guns always inside the whore
Maybach, Medellin
I'll wait for you outside the mere
With the f and we turn on the violin
Cain killed abel, but we killed cain
Photos killed in xposed magazine
Singing is chota, they're going to find you inside a toyota
No eyes and no tongue when we charge you the fee
Chorus 2
The dead come and go, pr looks like vietnam
Things aren't like they used to be
Oh, my God, forgive me, I know I'm doing evil
These bastards aren't going to kill me
Rifles and glocks, mask and gloves
The chip on me.40 and the arm a demon
Looking for these bastards to make him their wake
And I'll see you in the oven
Verse 2
For death, better sentence
Don't want to see the ak burn
My guns are always full
Search all countries
They're looking for the plane to land on him
We knocked her down with to' and roots
Okay, this is smuggling music
Of those who are commanding
We have the flow your whore likes
That's why it's called
Tools that are package
All factory, always fuletes
It's not the one here that snores with fekas
It's the more you bill and the more you put in it
Lie down and you're going to see the glock on your forehead
The one who hammered them in this pende', the bomboclat
If we catch them, they're going to sweat cold
Soldier and prophet of all hamlets
I live in a downpoo
Donkeys don't get wet in the pond
Short ones in the postman's wallets
No one knows the recipe, only those who move the cauldron
Buckets are rifles with whole combs
I don't want war
I want to make tickets, buy ferra clothes
Take a passage and explore the land
The tl of acura
Desgloso expenses of all bills
I take and buy myself a mansion in height
You want to chat for no reason? because we're snanting
But pay for all the bullets we spend
Baby, you can trust
That we're going to achieve everything we focus
I invest the profits or I get into a whore and I call them
In the private, prophet and soldier
It's not the same to be blind
To walk life blindfolded
I want to employ not being an employee
Life is a hotel
And no one knows how long you're staying
Stay, keep the mai de los nenes up to date
Riding in the car without the piece and hands on the guide
Sometimes I get tired of life in secret
But as long as it's okay
No one's word is going to oversteal mine
Chorus 3
The dead come and go, pr looks like vietnam
Things aren't like they used to be
Oh, my God, forgive me, I know I'm doing evil
These bastards aren't going to kill me
Rifles and glocks, mask and gloves
The chip on me.40 and the arm a demon
Looking for these bastards to make him their wake
And I'll see you in the oven
Outro
Human beings who never finish coordinating
Between truth and lying
Sometimes a mistake costs you, it costs you everything
Including his life
Those of us who have thought that maybe' the alternative of killing, of avenging
It's the only way to subsist here in this concrete jungle
I believe that opportunities are one and boundless for each of us
Whoever you are today will say who it might be tomorrow
Life is not a gameboy game, boy
When it's over, it's over
Paused and wisely
Maybe eternity can find out who we were
Pause, up there's a heavenly order up there
Trap poster
We are superiority
Hi flow, the best in the world
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