I don't feel well, no
Brother imprisoned, ruined with a lawyer to get him out
(Voluptyk, Voluptyk)

I don't feel well, no
Brother imprisoned, ruined with a lawyer to get him out
I don't breathe well, no
I'm short of breath and I don't stop, whatever happens, happens

I have talent and the respect of my gang
An American whore, I hang her
They take photos when I pass in the Benz
Even if I bend, I don't repent
Friend, flee from the national police
Drug trafficking, trafficking by sea
You cry, you see your mother's gloomy face
You think about escaping to start over
Glock, Range Evoque, crazy life
I'm the worst in Lacoste tracksuit
I'm on the beach in Puerto Rico with the Narcos' money

Brothers on the lookout, knock-knock, National Police knocks on the door
They ask questions but there are no answers
We don't give them any answers

I don't feel well, no but it's what we have to do
We have to eat, no
I don't breathe well, no but it's what we have to do
I run from the cops (Voluptyk)
I don't feel well, no but it's what we have to do, do, do, do
I don't breathe well, no I run from the cops, cops for running from the cops

I'm in the neighborhood, I'm involved looking for what's mine
All day in trouble, the guys throw themselves
I've already been cold, I don't want to be cold
I've already been cold, I'm tired of being cold
I accompany my little brother to Príncipe Pío
Leganitos to sign days he's been out
Conditional sentence, 4 and a bit in a penal
Because he didn't want to be cold either

Mama, pe-pe-forgive me if I'm a bit like this
But from today I walk with the devil
Knock-knock in Europe, knock-knock on the airplane
Knock-knock in the Vuitton, only Italian coke
Hello brother from Madrid, on my wrist I wear a Casio
You know me, yes, I'm Italian-American

Brothers on the lookout, knock-knock, National Police knocks on the door
They ask questions but there are no answers
We don't give them any answers

I don't feel well, no but it's what we have to do
We have to eat, no
I don't breathe well, no but it's what we have to do
I run from the cops
I don't feel well, no but it's what we have to do, do, do, do
I don't breathe well, no I run from the cops, cops for running from the cops

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