LOS ROCKSTAR NO VAN AL CIELO (part. Hanzel La H)

(And if she’s a—, and if she’s a—, and if she’s a—, and if she’s a—)

And if she’s a whore, I want her
I’m not looking to fall in love
The one with Yankee was real, look what they did to her
If I go out, I’ll act up, don’t come at me later
Rockstars don’t go to heaven

This is for the streets and all my hustlers
For the hot mamas who love making money
For the neighborhoods, for the ghetto
For the doctors and the ballplayers (the one with the white eyes)

This is for the streets and all my hustlers (yeah)
Who started from zero and now they’re big shots
[?] making money with the dough in the pot
And for the one sending packages, weekly with the mailman
If she’s not a whore, I don’t want her, she gives it up without a: But (whoo!)
If you’re into it, I’ll hook you up and take you to the jeweler
I’m on fire, no firefighters
The rapper, the trigger man, the real deal, the top dog, the one who brings the ballplayer flow
I’m a rockstar, you can tell, I’m going to heaven with my high (haha)
With pills and weed, and if the Lord kicks me out, well, I’ll accept defeat
That girl is hot
I’ll put her in the spotlight, I’ll lick her ass and her pussy (whoo!)

This is for the streets and all my hustlers
For the hot mamas who love making money
For the neighborhoods, for the ghetto
For the shooters and for the big shots (ha, and if she’s a—, and if she’s a—)

And if she’s a whore, I want her
I’m not looking to fall in love
The one with Yankee was real, look what they did to her
If I go out, I’ll act up, don’t come at me later
Rockstars don’t go to heaven

This is for the streets and all my hustlers
For the hot mamas who love making money
For the neighborhoods, for the ghetto
For the shooters and for the big shots (Ha)
This is for the streets and all my hustlers
For the hot mamas who love making money
For the neighborhoods, for the ghetto
For the Mickeys, for the repairmen

Boss man, boss man, I’m not a criminal
What I am is a millionaire wherever I go
I’m gonna tell the cops what I do and where I’m at
I’ll leave that to you and look where they are today
A real gangster helps his family
And puts his mom first
I don’t support violence, respect to the tough guy
I left a million-dollar house and your mom lives in a trailer
They’re all actors, when are they dropping the trailer?
Marvel called, they know I’m Deadpool
They want the role of Flash and want to hire Slayter
I’m rolling with the Alien
You guys with twenty, when you run nineteen, no one will save you (to save you), haha
There was a shadow by my house, but I ignored it
If you’re not making money, I don’t care, I’m out
The packs are so big they break your arms
With the pen, I’ll kill you, I’ll hit you with a burst

And if she’s a whore, I want her
I’m not looking to fall in love
The one with Yankee was real, look what they did to her
If I go out, I’ll act up, don’t come at me later
Rockstars don’t go to heaven

This is for the streets and all my hustlers
For the hot mamas who love making money
For the neighborhoods, for the ghetto
For the doctors and for the ballplayers
This is for the streets and all my hustlers
For the hot mamas who love making money
For the neighborhoods, for the ghetto
For the shooters and for the big shots (haha)

Ovi
The one with the white eyes
Yeah
Haha
Talk to me, Hanzel La H, my dude, you hear?
The connection from Cuba, Puerto Rico
Loyalty forever, like Kobe with the Lakers
The homie of homies, you hear?
Mera, tell me, Jeti
The one who represents
Eternal music
O-Ovi
Talk to me, Reverse
Ovi
[?] in the controls
None of you live like us
Your mood is fake, you hear?
Science fiction
Tell me, Ovi
We’ve been five years thanks to the fans (whoo!)
Raise the horse, you hear, big guys?
Hit the gym, I see you slacking, haha
Uoh-oh
From Cuba to the world
(Oh-oh-oh-oh)
Teaching you a lesson, you hear?
Number 1 in your zone
Keeping it real
Keeping it real