Ninguno Se Monta

Oh, oh
This is Tempo
(Ha, ha, ha)
The Illuminati, you heard, asshole
Austin, baby
Anuel
This is the motherfuckin' remix

If they talked about Christ, I don't give a damn if they talk about me, about me
The sticks are all fuletes and the glopetas are all ready with the chip, ready with the
Chip
If you put yourself for me, for sure you son of a bitch I'll put myself for you, for you
I'll catch you on the express and send you 200 inside the jet, brr

None of you ride, none of you do anything, you never do
Nothing
But that's you because my gang and I are not like that, we are not like that
So don't talk about me, if you don't know about me, you don't know about me
Today we dress in black and at night we go out for you, we go out for you

I am a soldier, none of you are going to kill me
My gun is kind of ugly and I'm not afraid to die
I'm waiting for you guys to get on and go for me
And my rifle is the one that will test you

Bryant Myers!
Snore! And I'm going to go out looking for you with Tonca, if you piss me off
I'm possessed, I miss Anuel so much (I'm dying to see you)
Did you hear (dick sucker)
I'm dying to see you in person, to go down with everyone from Las Lomas
And if we don't kill you, we'll leave you in a coma
I don't run, you're going to die if I send my cha I'll corner him
Let's see who has the most in their savings account
I can be your boss right now, in Las Lomas we're going to beat you up like in Mexico City
I am untouchable with Tonca or la F

I ride, I'm not a driver
Darell my vampire, they are going to drink your blood
I'll put it in whoever it is, and the innocent will be grateful
Calm down enemy, I swear it won't hurt them
It will be death on the spot and I will not kill the children or your wife
I prefer your lady drinking champagne with me in the VI P
Celebrating that you are no longer breathing and now you are mine
I've been hunting them for a long time, in black and we went out for you
If they talked about Christ, I don't give a damn if they talk about me
From Lirio to Sabana Down Normal we pick up at the Barboza condo
On the line, J telling me to get into the danger zone
The line of toys in the bullfight goes from El Puente to El Minilla
Take the shore, assholes, we're going to give your wife a walk or
Amichilan

None of you ride, none of you do anything
They never do anything
But that's you because my gang and I are not like that, we are not like that
So don't talk about me, if you don't know about me, you don't know about me
Today we dress in black and at night we go out for you, we go out for you

I am a soldier, none of you are going to kill me
My gun is kind of ugly and I'm not afraid to die
I'm waiting for you guys to get on and go for me
And my rifle is the one that will test you

I have songs that are put together in no time
Got it though, but I want more my gunning can't stand it they leave you without
Nothing
You don't live that speed, the street game can't snore percocet in
My system, more weed to enroll, a couple of bad swallowers, what a coincidence
That your wifey is one of already, 30 kilos without short we flip for real
Always pure, zero falsehood we come from the corner we had nothing
They talked about me but what do I care, here making money we spend 100 more
We give problems to whoever wants them, they can't stand it, I'm the one who is
I have all the babies suffocated, the combo with me is not far behind
You pull first, we pull back, respect in the ghetto cannot be bought
A few died because it was to be josiar, the animals arrived and it was not to be
Fool around
The R Sport erases your face, feel the tremor when he puts his arm in
We are not talking, we are the one

Bastard, I'm for the joseo, whoever gets into cars will die here
Ugly
Don't apologize like when Landy killed the guards in the video
The fucking people are screaming Juanka! I'll crash your plane like Avianca!
Tell him we have a phosphorescent Lazer, my black and white Glock
Playing with 3 is a mistake AK fulete and the R Sport
With the snail I change faces of color
We increase the value one more and we are going to tear the fol from the sky
The kilos going up and down until Interpol catches us

Even if I pray to the saints, I'll come for you to disconnect your breakers
With the shovel and the comb 1 and a half that we used we buried undertaker
Little puppet Tultran, where are they?
When they see me get off, I'll take ten thousand and they're not the Wu-Tang Clan

None of you ride, none of you do anything, none of you
But that's you because my gang and I are not like that, you see if not
We may have
So don't talk about me, if you don't know about me, neither do I, but I
I have the cash in case it moves
Today we dress in black and at night we go out for you, haha

None of you get on, none of you do anything
I don't get on either but I have people who do
Don't mention my name, you bastard, you don't know about me
I send it at night and then no one knows about you

I know you are crazy to know
The secret and source of my power
They snore about selling crack, when the click-clack sounds
They leave your underwear the color of a Kit-Kat
I don't suck any monster, nor am I anyone's puppet
I already have like 5 jars full, making money like a million bucks
Calm down, you know me, I don't like to avoid contact
I'm not a hitman, but I make a call and you get hit
I celebrate it and smoke a joint, I count money and I never get bored
Let the problem come and I'll slip away
Instead of a prize, come donkey!
I know you have your people, who are with a couple of crazy people
You remember my people, and they are people who kill people

The state released me, the state released me
Now the video is being made, how many of you grab the towel when a video is being made?
Trouble at zero hour
I am a pioneer, we hit the kettle, if you are mine I'll pull that sack
I'll grab that Guille and I'll handle you too
100 kilos on a wall, so they don't shoot, is the fool Darell
He with Carolina's hitmen and I with the mina, tell me what it is
Little dove, don't make a face, I shoot arrows, I'm Aztec, when my mom had me
What he did was shit a kilo of butter
Let the blood of my enemy, my friend, flow just like an athlete
Here we are masked, the chipete with two tits
I come from the street, I come from the Y
Here dies the one who does not sin, do not be fooled when you get wet because that takes more out of you
When it dries

None of you ride, none of you do anything
But that's you because my group and I are not like that
So don't talk about me, if you don't know about me
Today we dress in black and at night we go out for you

I am a soldier, none of you are going to kill me
My gun is kind of ugly and I'm not afraid to die
I'm waiting for you guys to get on and go for me
And my rifle is the one that will test you

Sending fire forward, without tricks we break you
They want to play their luck, the glops inject poison
I live under fire, my mind is never calm
The current will melt you, here is the weapon
I know that none of them get on board, they are all lip service
We're lurking around your house and we're going to tie you up and set you on fire
Forward all the time against the hurricane, the wind lowered
And it's that you-you-you when you got into fu-fu-fu
There are more bullets here, more weapons from sons of bitches with hearts of
Verdad
Whoever plays incorrectly on the court will be swallowed up by the earth and will never return
Nothing
I always walk with the pet, the one that explodes membranes, the one that breaks the
Glass and leaves your forehead stuck to your boots

Boy, pass me the rifle, you bastard, these people are turning around or are they going to war?
And here we are, I'm not going to leave any of these mama bugs out
It's better that you let him go or we won't forgive him for his life
I put the whip on his face and he passes away after crying
And you come to confront me in the photo with a bad face
When we all know, son of a b, that you're not bad
If I start the war right away, my brother will finance all my troubles
If we lower the cars, I get in, get out and pull them
We are different, get it into your mind that we are different
At 30 and 20, I hit him with a whip and the pressure is felt
If you want to ask, son of a b H, if I see myself permanently on the street kiosk
They claim to be the most streetwise, they take on a case and end up being an informant
Tell me what you know about living in war inside a village
24/7 active with the rifle in hand and at dawn
Just so you know, son of a b, I'll go down and die for my people
If we come out grown up loving the fire but inside a farmhouse