You are now listening to Macross 82-99 Dress down 早くみつけてよ そんなコにかまって つまらないはずだわ Dress down 域が止まる程 見つめられたくって Tell me, tell me why Hey there, lady love What's on your mind? You've given me a love that's true That I can't deny It's been rough I know Hard times and all Your love has found a new And now I'm losing you I can't live without ya Oh, I-I'd waste away in a single day I was made to love you Like honey to a bee You were made for me Macross 82-99

El de la J, baby Yeah-yeah Cris Mj, Yaoh-yaoh (Eh-eh) Sal que ya vine a buscarte (Aja) Dile a tu amiga que se apunte, eh (Yeh-yeh) Ando en el carro tintea'o Yaoh-yaoh, yaoh-yaoh Quiere que la monte en la Suburban Asiento pa' atrá' y fumamo' hookah Se me montó arriba y se pone sutra Hoy no' vamo' 'e rumba, ponte loca Ya tú sabe', mami, lo que ahora te toca Yo te voy a dar adentro de la troca Siento que la nota me explota Ando en PR con el Mj (El de la J, bae) No nеcesito gota' (Yeah) Con los ojo' colora'o (Nah, nah) Con la baby por ahí (Ah-ah) Y contigo me atrevo Ey, mueve bien loco por eso móntate Pa' que sienta el torque, mi baby (Ah) Contigo pasarla, la-la-la-la (Yih) Contigo pasarla cabrón Lo que quiere', e' que le dé-dé (Ah) Le gusta el maltrato, así se viene (Ah-ah) Solo bebe, 1942 (Te creo) Y si te paso a buscar en la nave Tintea' que me acabo 'e comprar Mami, nada te va a pasar, vente conmigo Y nos vamo' a janguear Quiere que la monte en la Suburban Asiento pa' atrá' y fumamo' hookah Se me montó arriba y se pone sutra Hoy no' vamo' 'e rumba, ponte loca Ya tú sabe', mami, lo que ahora te toca Yo te voy a dar, te monto en la troca Soy el que la nota a ti te explota Bajamo' pa PR con el Mj Tú y yo en el yate viendo delfine' Dj sube el bajo, prendan los phillies Y la que no baila, que se motive Pongan el perreo pa' que esto se active Noche de pasto, sandungueo y fumeteo ¿'Onde están las gatas que le' gusta el maleanteo? La' baby' me robo en todo' los partyseo El que me la toque le bajamo' el de'o Noche de pasto, sandungueo y fumeteo ¿'Onde están las gatas que le' gusta el maleanteo? La' baby' me robo en todo' los partyseo El que me la toque le bajamo' el de'o Quiere que la monte en la Suburban Asiento pa' atrá' y fumamo' hookah Se me montó arriba y se pone sutra Hoy no' vamo' 'e rumba, ponte loca Ya tú sabe', mami, lo que ahora te toca Yo te voy a dar adentro de la troca Siento que la nota me explota Ando en PR con el Mj Ey, ey (Jajaj) Cris Mj Él más que suena (El de la J, baby, yaoh) Pa' que sepa No hay break, ey Chile, PR Pa'l mundo Ando con el tigre Bastián en los contrr (Tiki-tap) Con los locotrones (Tiki-tap) Con Valen en los ritmos, tra, tra Poniendo a perrear a todas las mami', Stars Music El de la J, baby, yaoh, Ja, Cris, Mj

Ghosty Catch one of y'all niggas slipping out here, nigga It's gon' be murder, nigga, word to my mama, nigga Hoodie on, mask drawn, strap drawn Tryna run, he ain't get that far Fishbowl try spin that block Gang gang gon' swiss that car Kill a opp, broad day, get blasted Lawyer gon' spank that charge (grrrt) Hanging out, all black Suburbans Blicky gon' hit that target Hoodie on, mask drawn, strap drawn Tryna run, he ain't get that far (come here) Fishbowl try spin that block Gang gang gon' swiss that car Kill a opp, broad day, get blasted Lawyer gon' spank that charge Hanging out, all black Suburbans Blicky gon' hit that target Whole lotta shots, knock his face off, spin through Hang out the roof with a Draco Back from the Yams' and the case closed Blood on my kicks, that's from stomping his face off Chop off a limb with a chainsaw (come here) No cap, I'm in the booth with a bankroll Stuffin' the clip, it hold whole Trey-O He ain't gon' shoot, why the fuck is he gang for? Run up on Fetti, catch Fetti, that's Fetti (come here) Count hella bands, swing chase that zelle Henny on Henny on Henny on Henny Gang in the spot, get deady on deady Busting a .40, spin on ya shorty Don't do Bacardi (don't do Bacardi) Buss your piñata, open your māthā Shoot up the party (māthā, māthā) Fuck it, we live, chair to the head, get beat up like a Mauley If I'm not on the H, then I'm in the Fields, or I'm up in Garvey 30 clip, that mean hella bodies Spin ya hood and kill anybody If he missing, the medics got him He ain't dead but we paralyzed him Hoodie on, mask drawn, strap drawn Tryna run, he ain't get that far (come here) Fishbowl try spin that block Gang gang gon' swiss that car Kill a opp, broad day, get blasted Lawyer gon' spank that charge Hanging out, all black Suburbans Blicky gon' hit that target Getting money off the zelle In and out her like a deli Free that nigga Skrelly Put a bullet in his belly BnB, so fuck a telly, fucking up a Chevy We don't do the jumping, shotgun start to pumpin' See him slipping, I'ma dump it Kill a nigga then we dump him Throw his body in a dumpster Spin through like, "Aye" He moving wocky, get shot in the face I heard they dropping the rakes Well, we got the addy and we on the way Swerving, lurking, slipping, murk 'em Purge with burners, it's a murder Hearse 'em, put 'em in the dirt They got his face prints on a shirt Hop out, strap drawn, head tap Try to run, he ain't get that far (he ain't get that far) Spin through, two shooters, one driver We gon' kill that boy (we gon' kill that boy) We gon' bend that block, we gon' You gon' hear that noise (you gon' hear that shit) All we know is dead opps, no attempts or leg shots Hit 'em in his head top (kill that nigga) Hoodie on, mask drawn, strap drawn Tryna run, he ain't get that far (come here) Fishbowl try spin that block Gang gang gon' swiss that car Kill a opp, broad day, get blasted Lawyer gon' spank that charge Hanging out, all black Suburbans Blicky gon' hit that target Hoodie on, mask drawn, strap drawn Tryna run, he ain't get that far (come here) Fishbowl try spin that block Gang gang gon' swiss that car Kill a opp, broad day, get blasted Lawyer gon' spank that charge Hanging out, all black Suburbans Blicky gon' hit that target Sniper da Blicky da Blicky da Blicky da Blicky Free Kodak Black Let me catch one of y'all niggas comin' out the corner store or some shit, it's litty Gang

Somewhere deep inside Something's got a hold on you And it's pushing me aside See it stretch on forever I know I'm right For the first time in my life That's why I tell you You'd better be home soon Stripping back the coats Of lies and deception Back to nothingness Like a week in the desert I know I'm right For the first time in my life That's why I tell you You'd better be home soon So don't say no, don't say nothing's wrong Cos when you get back home maybe I'll be gone It would cause me pain If we were to end it But I could start again You can depend on it I know I'm right For the first time in my life That's why I tell you You'd better be home soon That's why I tell you You'd better be home soon

(Iow) Under Side 821 Iow, iow Ya no hay manera de que me entretenga De que me entretenga pa no hacer moneda Me dejó afuera, me cerró la puerta Me tiraron mierda por la puta piedra Quieras o no quieras la calle te quiebra Diste y pone pruebas, tú escoges tu celda Si no te quieren, homito No hagas que nadie te quiera Vivo siempre al tiro, no ando perdido en la loquera Eso es solo un mito del puto que me ofreció, chingo de mierda Este flow los contenta porque los tienta El tempo setenta, todo revienta Es como aumenta todo, refresca, eso representa Ya tengo 30, el cuerpo se tienta, no quiero meta Ya tengo meta, letra perfecta tu mente detecta Veneno te inyecta, con tala conecta Mi boca dispara que este rap no paran Ni que guaraguara, es una balada Cantada, pa la 8 en mente, cocinada No ocupa cuchara, sale de volada Words get lost in the wind Rockin' to my mind, I can feel it already If the sun don't shine on me when darkness come Streets can take me away, away Words get lost in the wind Rockin' to my mind, I can feel it already If the sun don't shine on me when darkness come Streets can take me away, away Siempre que agarro el micrófono solo manejo la métrica básica Eres una página trágica, solo una resta, misma temática Ahorita cambio la temática, yo saco la puta rima automática Mi clica anda bien bélica pa alivianar toda la problemática Mi música provoca, es trágica y las fanáticas me sacan plática La atmósfera semi-dramática, yo paso de la teoría a la práctica Hijo del quinto capítulo, mis discípulos redactan versículos Quieren acercarse a mi círculo pero no dejan de hacer el ridículo No quiero que pase el tiempo, yo quedarme con el arrepentimiento He recordado muchos momentos de impuesto Lo siento por dentro cuando adre me siento Y las palabras se las lleva el viento Junto con todos los acontecimientos Aquí es el lugar, ahora es el momento Nunca me rindo en el primer intento Words get lost in the wind Rockin' to my mind, I can feel it already If the sun don't shine on me when darkness come Streets can take me away, away Words get lost in the wind Rockin' to my mind, I can feel it already If the sun don't shine on me when darkness come Streets can take me away, away