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This is not a test

This is an emergency broadcast system

Announcing the start of the annual purge, authorized by

The use of class four and lower level weapons

Allowed during purge

After the siren sounds, any crime

Including murder will be legal

Police, firefighters and emergency services

They won't be available until tomorrow morning

At seven o'clock, when the purge is over

Blessed are our founding fathers and America

A nation reborn

May God be with you all

Mera, indicates, Luar, speaks to you Pause

Tm the one on 65, and in Vista Hermosa we erase faces

You know who the devil is

Mera, Luar, the incorrigible major speaks to you

Daddy, stay calm in the music

That in the street we control

The past is not the same as the present

And in the present it is with us that they have to talk

'L', what did I tell you?

You were the one who decided to be an artist

Keep killing it with music, let them step on the tar

They will meet us on the track

Sincerely 'La Presión', Caimito's

The paper holds up to everything I write on it

You want to hit yourself, to electrocute you, I am the living water

A dead career, what do you want, to revive you?

You're booted from the genre, flow Kanye with Adidas

Who wants to record with Tempo? Someone come out please

Do me a favor, take off your Fendi, hack the mall

Why are you throwing me? you're suffocating, I'm your last breath

Press down, or you'll go on your way to retirement

Ironic, you talk about betrayal

Pig, pay attention, if at your table you are Juda'

Since he goes around 'mentioning dead', then he mentions the Buddha

You stabbed him in his back, what are you talking about home?

If your mai' lives in the hamlet and you haven't been able to get her out

Ponce is Ponce, and since Tempo came out it's still in the parking lot

Here there is level, don't compare Vico with Yankee

You talked about my mai', get ready if I find you

Remember that your two daughters have fantasies about me

The empty Music Hall does not sell the box office, it sells the soul

truth, the one from Palma already ripped it off from you'

I'm with Phoenix, I'm with Pupo, I'm with Palma

And you're sucking Austin, and you've never stepped foot in La Calma

Tempo, these are other times, you don't have time to be like before

And there is no one to stop her when she plants

Tell me, who are you going to exploit?

Don't call Oriental, I'm not going to fix it

This is not Ponce, this is the Metro, in the Baldo' I'm going to drag you

I am a yacht, you are a boat, the data is already afloat

In the indictment you came out as a shooter, not as a bug

What an impression, wars with the Devil are my depression

But I haven't cried as much as you in prison

Hey, mere, bastard, attend to me

Stop compromising people

To avoid the scolding

I already found out, that your friend called you

The H, the one you mention'

What happened, you wanted to experience Hollywood and they downloaded the movie?

I am the movie

If you shoot me, aim for the target, and don't be manufacturing

Now you're sucking the one with the white eyes'

Brake, buy a Lanco

The voices spread, you don't even know him

That's why he called you prisoner

To guide you, to update you

I'm the favorite, the skinny white guy, the one who cracks them

And you leave the complex and take off your girdle

Bastard, I am eternal

like hell fire

Santa Cos told me to hide, we are already in winter

I cross them out, the boys are bitten

Because you talked about him, and before he died you didn't support Pacho

Look for a guideline, your dead brothers don't even guide them

Someone tell him that he is in my jungle, to this cage lion

More viral than your album are my clippings'

And if your opinion doesn't contribute to the good, bastard, then don't even contribute it.'

You wanted to direct me, and you yourself have no direction

I don't care about your opinion, I didn't see you inside the court

Don't buy conscience, you don't deceive me

Don't wear the medium jackets, it damages them'

You are kind of strange, so much so that it doesn't even surprise me

The only one who makes videos for the tiraderas' and invests in the campaigns'

How much are they going to put in?

Fifteen thousand namá', that's what I spend on the hotel

The world needs to know when Kamil kicked you out of the studio

Mc was going to break your eyebrow and you went running

I have the sauce like Goya, your fane' under pressure inside my pot

Let the Tempo bug suck me, and all the old people who support it

Fucking hater, I close the grave, I'm the Undertaker

Three Letters buried you, Lakers starter

Anyone who is on my opposite side

It's going against the dictionary

After this, turn off the likes of the photos and comments'

I post photos of my flyers, come to the stage

truth, you don't have balls, you have an ovary'

He is a fan of mine, it shows

Because he insults me in one bar and complements me in the other

What did he give you, fuck off whoever wrote it to you

If he told you that you could handle me, then he lied to you

I'm on my rally

It's from a Federal Prison

You will not be charged for this call

This call is from Arthur Rodríguez

Tell me, David Sánchez Badillo

It's Drizmali, baby, from the federal

Mera, pay me what you owe me, fight

Since you're guiding me, baby

You went through this, don't forget how

How does this work in here?

Mmm-hmm, hmm, eah, devil, bastard

I'm at my rally, in case you forget, effect of your pali'

You are in debt, pay the forty thousand pesos' By Drizmali

Don't start crying, or get involved in the stories

I wouldn't record with Tekashi, but I sign with Bori

Canto De chota, don't say you're bald, if it shows

It's not the RAM, it's your daughter's mai', which I have under the hood

You're out of info, man, stay playing bingo

It's no longer 19, I'm at .40, like Kendo and Sinfo

You get cold', You're behind, look for a business, catch up

This is White Lion, I don't believe in lions that are not from Elías

I'm surly, you're getting into the ring with the undefeated

Don't throw me and YOVNGCHIMI to jump your album

You're in my court, don't ask for revenge, the avalanche is coming

They don't record with you, if everyone knows that their name is stained

Mentioning me was the temptation. What happened, don't you feel the pressure?

You're like your wife, hang on to this bug, begging me to see if I'll give you attention

Take your minute of fame, my pencil is terror like Osama

Baby, Letra drags them, and if they get balls he castrates them

Bastard, all the world that pulls you is already something automatic, another that crushes you

And I don't want to settle with you or that one, hypocrite, talking too much like Rasta

I do walk in fire

Bastard, do you think this is a game?

Don't you get tired of throwing at the new ones?

If you grow I will crush you again

Why do you sing? Mammon, you always choke

Because you have the Hansel bug completely stuck inside your throat

I have never cried to a man, another story of yours, fabricao

You have received a slap, and I have never received a slap

And for everyone who has commented on me, you do not cause me anger

Everyone asks why 'L' doesn't shoot

Nobody knows what will happen tomorrow it came out, but I always had you in my sights

Your güira is caught on the table, let anyone who conspires against you die

That musty flow expires

For an asylum Tempo retires

Bastard, don't throw me away, I have a new phone

That says I'm number one in the world

I don't have time for chata', I'm still on tour, what?

Three Letters, The L, hehe

Letra's Entertainment, bastard

Hey, you're at war with the toughest, son of a bitch

Don't be measuring strength if you don't have a brain, do you hear?

Tell me, Custom

We're customizing a couple of bastards today

Tell me, Swag

Dexian, at the controls

Tell me, Jota, tell me, Edup

Educating the competition

I am the best of this generation

And I have already proven it

Nobody can say otherwise, nobody

Three Letters, What?

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