Year Boss
El dorado
El dorado
El dorado
El dorado

IAM with Kalash, yeah

I prayed to Jesus to save me, he looked at me without moving
Sad air and twisted head
So I put on the silencer, armed and shot
Another body in the garbage chute
I'm not the savior if rap goes haywire
Sentenza is back in town
The undertaker orders the wood
The padre in the chapel hums a prayer for you

And what do you want hermano?
There's no gift
There's no sign saying where the loot is
Eldorado the Grail, a pen bullets (tequila)
Served at my table under the sombreros only killers
Cacti and sand
Scorpions and rattlesnakes
Vultures and jackals
(Sad Hill)
Everyone wants their place
Everyone wants their cross
But none weigh up
(Sad Hill)

My gun will make you dance the tango
Don't play Rambo
The only way out is the tomb
There's no more respect
Everything is suspect
In my western
Man, a hustler
My associates are sensational
The crime is organized, not passionate
Glory before success
Attempts follow one another
But finding a body is not occasional
Rise me gunshot yo
Rise me gunshot yo
Man a hustle for the money, cash flow
Real gangsta

Hola amigo
Shoot the bourragas for a handful of dough
Sad Hill, the promised land, bears the mark of my boots
Calligraphy, this text is dedicated to the rataclans
Let go of your hiding place where you hide the loot, cowboy in ballerina
Bad, like a counterfeit mezcal
Full of rotten guys, screw the profit to the gringo

Hey, put away that mezcal papi
Ass on the saddle you know I'm coming to do dirty papi
Hola, especially don't lose your cool papi
Otherwise you're going to end up rotting in a trunk papi
We'll drag you to El Paso
My associates and I like a bale of hay hanging from a lasso
My boy this big sound is going to unseat you
Made by enthusiasts, see all your guys stunned, because

This mic' spits real flames, my dust cover
Harbinger of dramas, take your hash for a candle
We are twenty but count 4000
Do you really want your cross at Sad Hill?
Count on me, don't worry
You must know, the worst assassin doesn't look like much
Charged with 13 calibers, how do you want to touch me?
Jefe, the belly soaked in mescaline?
I've already seen the spot where you want to go
There's only a desert and salty tears
Poisoned the fame will be your gift
Attracted by the shine like a magpie, Eldorado

My gun will make you dance the tango
Don't play Rambo
The only way out is the tomb
There's no more respect
Everything is suspect
In my western
Rise me gunshot yo
Rise me gunshot yo
Man a hustle for the money, cash flow
Real gangsta
Rise my gunshot yo
Rise my gunshot yo
Man a hustle for the money, cash flow
Real gangsta, ayy

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