Dinero, mujeres y botellas (en inglés)

Bored me
I lift on the left side of the bed
I'm going to the village and the street calls me
Many pigs want to see me dead
And I'm still alive among the dead

They want to lower my finger, but they have no power.
We meet face to face now that they are going to do
Are ten for the breast and three for the coconut
I doubt they give them time to respond

I'm ready at the base, with wica and revolu
If you lower your finger, we'll hunt you down and turn off the light
You are street but speak well
But his combo is forty and mine is one hundred

Silent, the shottas listen fuchsia and say woah !!
I've been kicked out of nine, they've been borrowed
This is for my combo, those that are saved
He gets pissed, he goes to the other side

We have, money, bottles and women in the club
We can do it with a glock.
For who turns there is no breack, we are gansgta
We are gansgta

We did not fart
And dogs that bite or bark
Bobolon, kill her dreams, she'll kill you
Here in PR there are no king
We are gansgta, we are gansgta

Hidden pigeons, one does not last a lifetime prisoner
And right on the avenue, the hard ones are back
For now, we'll make it for a while in the fridge
They had to shotiar, the guilladera

They could not bear to see the whole run in the WB
The mercedez, much comb thirty, the FN
From the control tower, circling the great view
And to which they do not indicate clear faciateza with the view

From the glass house last night, I zumbo yaco
I said casper matalos on the street with falco
We follow on fire, lucao indicates ...
You sleep in the lights and we hunt you with wica

I dreamed again with a stick, but I saw it dark
Told me tell the magician, we are still the hard
They were satelite and it is not known who did it
When the father catches them, he's going to hit the floor

Here the whole rises, has to go down
We have not dropped anything yet
We continue to fire on the avenue

We have, money, bottles and women in the club.
We can do it with a glock.
For who turns there is no breack, we are gansgta
We are gansgta

We did not fart
And dogs that bite or bark
Bobolon, kill her dreams, she'll kill you
Here in PR there are no king
We are gansgta, we are gansgta

There are a couple of women who lend by ironing name
Look for the shotta comic, mentioning a lot of name
That if peninsejo, put so-and-so of such
You saw Mommy, you bastard, you bastard.

We are still annoyed, controlling
From the castle and I'm ready, just in case
I keep burning hard and a greeting
The donkeys come down

This is for the gansgters
To identify all maleantes
I'm just a singer
But if they try they die instantly

Simple, I'll shoot the weeping woman
And I'll take your name and delete you from the area
We are gansgta, yes, we have been deleted from the map
Here there is no superman, no layers

I go out to hunt and in the mind couple pickys
Then we put you and celebrate with blacky
This is the real thirty-foot comb, mickey comb
Many are upset and do not last nacky nacky

Anuel AA
From the control tower
Bastard canton
Tell me partner
Fade
We are on fire
That's what God wants