Parate Bonito

Don’t live like it’s a movie, nobody’s a shooter
They said they’re gonna kill me, I’m still waiting for them
Even if they pretend, don’t act like a fool
None of them have touched me, been waiting all year
Just all talk
The one who kills doesn’t warn you, you’re mistaken with me
You make me laugh so hard
You working your crazy? What are you, a bandit?
I don’t believe your bullshit
Tell me when the hell has that been

We’re not crazy
We’re insane
Break the keyboard so you show up hanging from a bridge
A rookie shooter
Monkey’s here
We’ll cut out your tongue and knock out all your teeth
We’ll slice up your face
Don’t mess with us
Fuck your mom
We’re the monsters

I rule the streets and with the gun, a couple of pics
I’ll scare you
I’ll empty the clip
Kid, I see you bluffing

(The devil)

Stand up pretty because I’ll hit you with a burst
To me, you’re funny
I had tea with your gang
You’re a wannabe
I know you’re a fool, not serious
You talk like an idiot
I’ll send you to the cemetery
And I’ll bury your girl
Here, nobody’s made of steel
We’re active
With two guns, two grenades, and five pills
Low profile, but stubborn
I’ve been through a lot that hasn’t changed you
Tough
You stood up pretty and acted like a kid
Moving all your stuff
You don’t know what I enjoy
With me, nobody touches, I don’t touch anyone
I remember when I was a kid
We’d dig a hole for the weed
But we’re cool now

Some are killing time in the bars of Lurigancho
And others in the big rock
One single curl with all my little homies
In the good and the bad
Ah, fuck your mother

Hit it, hit it
The devils and Agustino, you heard?
The monsters

You told me we don’t kill
That’s bullshit
Three shots at your place
You saw the cane and took off your shoes
You didn’t fall for being dumb, you fell for being a snitch
The truth in the waistband
Dude, you’re my bro
Those who shoot two, that’s why they’re dead
We chopped them up and tossed them in the desert
I never sleep, my gun’s awake
I’m high and that’s without any pills.