Brr
Anuel
Before and after, did you hear, bastard?

I went to sleep with my gun in my bed
I always sleep with it under my pillow
I woke up thinking about my son and my mom
I have six kilos in the closet, in the Nike bag
God, take care of my family, I take care of myself
I take three percs for stress, while I roll a phillie
Everyone turns because Scarface betrayed Manolo
And we don't trust bitches, you know the protocol
Hammering the coke in the Ziploc
The AKs and the Glocks and we're strong like The Rock
I'm with the Jordans like Bad Bunny with the Crocs
And the palli and the oxy are prescribed to me by the doc
And my friends are the ones who were always from zero
The Phantom is yellow, bastard, like Homer
I have my lawyer paid, I'm another bandit
And in every country I arrive I have a different armorer
I have an R with drums to light you up completely
And whoever tarnishes my name we fill them with holes
And we hunt whoever with the black masks
The bullets from the R disintegrate your face
And in my neighborhood the only millionaire is me
And in my family the one who supports everyone is me
A friend of mine, who I loved, the bastard robbed me
And we kicked him out like Rosselló
Connected in Santurce and in Manuela
With the prisoners who are in the real school
Bastard, I don't joke, we send a bullet and they dance bachata like Romeo
I have a rifle named "Messi", like Leo
And the shots in the face I score them
And if you don't believe me you're an atheist
Because the triggers are not pussy and I give them finger
Problems with balls that will never end
They call me to fix but I don't know if to trust
When you least expect it they try to kill you
I'm sitting on the throne and they want to dethrone me
The 27 is the Tattaglia in all prisons
I sing what I live always in all my songs
I made millions, now I want billions
And the last one who said I was a snitch we hit him with drums
If I tattoo the names of all my dead friends
My skin color is lost, my body won't be seen
"Anuel is snitching", bastard, that's not true
And now you're going to talk shit, of course, of course
We shoot you from head to toe
Life is the game that in the end you're going to lose
Bad move and you died like in chess and
After we kill you, you never born again

And if you're born again we kill you again
God, forgive me for the violence I promote
Money with balls but humble and without ego
Mom, forgive me, but the street is my game
Zumba, Yandel

I'm from the street, the neighborhood, the housing project
No one is going to understand the things I've lived through
They locked me up, disappeared for a while
To get out and realize that I'm blessed (amen)
Don't judge me because I'm set for mine
I never saw them when I was fucked up
Now I see them desperate and bitten (hahaha)
And I'm on fire in the tar (Yandel)

Mom, I would like to stay
But the street calls me
Don't wait for me, I'm coming late
The street is on fire
Mom, I would like to stay
But the street calls me
Don't wait for me, I'm coming late
The street is on fire

Two in the morning and an arrest warrant
I adjust my gun and they lower my position
While I'm still willing not to ask God
Surely he's not going to get involved in this
Life bets, and if an angel bets me
With an AK on the right and a dead weapon on the left
Life is beautiful if you read the saves and bottle it
Underwater, divers leave no traces
I have two whores to nail your cat
One masturbates while portraying it
And we're going to give it until it feels dilated
And the 22 comb in the mouth, she's going to suck until she touches the butt
I believe in Christ and it's equivalent at this height
I haven't seen the signs, there's no one to point them out to me
The Glock button and I have someone to install it
And they're going to die with their skin mixed with the crystals (you're crazy, we're going to make it clear, bastard)
I kill people and people know it
That's why they suck my dick when they're in front of me
They discourage me when I see a friend hurt me
And he's going to die blocking the bullets with his hand, like the duck Mima
I love them and even break cops if they program me
I traded a gun for a couple of grams
He's going around while I embalm him
They almost killed me inside Ramo's
Life rolls, and you inherit the problem that stays
That night no one would be dead if they had been loose on the 6 5 the jewels
Jaime died and I'm going to shit on the mother of everyone who laughed
27 de la Mata, tell me what you thought
And the bastard who snitched on me a criminal wave took him

Real G4 Life, baby
I always walk with my rifle and never let it go
Stained with blood to the trigger, and it has a couple of dead
I'm a real bandit, I know how this runs
A button for the hundred and I make you sing in the cement
Forgive me Lord, because I'm full of evil
And today I walk rebellious because of the stabs
Of course, son of a bitch, who swore brotherhood
You were born turned, you don't know loyalty
Rapping I'm a monster, I crash cockroaches with the cans
And I'm giving current since the times of the boat
Today I'm going inside your castle
So watch out for the thief, I'm going to light your helicopter
In highs and lows life plays all the cards
It's like a maze that doesn't fit
With the correct piece of tranquility
A .40 and five full to fuck your stability
And I'm going to light it with all the combs
Inside the gym, son of a bitch, we kill you with all and trainer
My bullets also have Alzheimer's
Beware of indictments, with the control brothers like gamer
The portals of black race cipher and curly hair
I'm going beyond, that's why I risk my life
And we had to fuck ourselves to get up
You're crazy, bastard, for this they have to kill us

Real Until Death, baby, brr
The God of trap, you heard, bastard?
The planet deserves it
(Real G4 Life, baby)
Anuel
Mera, tell me Yandel (Yandel)
Anuel (The Living Legend)
Kendo Kaponi
Real Until what?
Until they kill us (Real Until Death, baby)
Mera, tell me Spiff
Until death, bastard
Mera, tell me EQ, ah
Real Until Death because everything I rap, I've lived it (you don't know about that, eeh)
We're not putting fakes in the songs

Brrr
Live it, kid, live it
Not everything that has life, lives, nor everything that dies has died
Mera, tell me Frabi
There are many who died and continue with life (brr)
And there are many who live, but we're already dead
But we're still the same, nothing has changed
God protect me from false friendships enemies
May their hands not reach me and their eyes not see me
So be it, so be it

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