Lunetas (part. Tito Double P y Juanchito)

Sometimes wearing a helmet, they look at us pixelated
We cross the paintings for gabacho
It's not strange, the fifty-year-old is embedded
The saints take care of me, they give me protection
The plebes activate Belicón Mode

If there are how many of us
Many wonder where we are
Why are they all camouflaged?
The falcons at the tent, balaclavas cover the faces of terror
Former soldiers who always turn out to be annoying

Direct line to cross the market
Several small planes land on the hill
Various flavors look like lunettes
What we send is never detected anymore

Fancys arrive at Lou Lou
I uncover Dom Perignon

(Hey)
Tito Double P, compa' Adriel (What show?)
El Juanchito, pa'!
Ow mom

Under Armor Boots
From head to toe they are well knitted
To relax, they hit a bongazo
Trucks, miscreant
Through gaps, ravines, they bring a team
From the sky coming down like a boom

Purchased government
They just see us, everyone steps aside
They know that my hero is waiting for me
One pass and I arrive warm
Washed strawberry and also chocolate
I've been there for four days and the downturn hasn't come

Direct line to cross the market
Several small planes land on the hill
Various flavors look like lunettes
What we send is never detected anymore

(Fa-fa) Fancys come to Lou Lou
I uncover Dom Perignon

Direct line to cross the market
Several small planes land on the hill
Various flavors look like lunettes
What we send is never detected anymore