Tiraera pa' Julio Voltio

Luny!
Testing!
(Mas Flow Family!)

(Hahahaha...)

Mouth of rags
What happened?
You can't stand me?
What hurts you?
That I'm the one in charge?
And with my escort, don't act like John Travolta
With a .357; Bastard, should I buy you a short one?
Hey, don't come here trying to wrap things up
You're not a gangster, your thing was robbing the Shell

Hahahaha...
Man, you're a stupid kid...
You know what?
I'll drop the name...
If you sing again in a club...
Sincerely, El Bambino...
Hahahaha...
Man, there's no fixing this one...
You know...

It's been 12 years of war, rookie, and I kill them all
Ask the Point Breakers who work at Donato
If I catch you, I won't give you a break
Come down to the Park so you can shine my Escalade
And your cowboys better not snore and get even
Don't get cocky, they're warring with bin-Laden
The puppet, the one with the 70s and the cash
Since the 90s, I've been rolling solo
Since the old days
Since when are you a thug?
When I was selling records, you were cleaning restaurants
Deal with that, cop, stop acting like a prisoner
You got yourself a Smith & Wesson and found a cheese licker
Old fool, I hit like Miguel Cotto
What did you think?
That I came in the pilot's ride?
Tell Coco, I have evidence with the photos
That in the Park I caught you and left your teeth broken
(Boster!)
And now we're the bad guys, the Freddy Kruegers
They bragged so much about having a Ruger
And there are more than 70, the bacatranes
Don't provoke me, I'm just like David Banner
If you're gangster, why did you go to Orlando?

I've always lived in the Park...
You're the one who left, not me...
Remember that I'm the one in charge...
And no turning back...
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