Lukeando (remix) (part. Ankhal, YOVNGCHIMI y Ñengo Flow) Hades66 (English Translation) Lyrics

Mera, tell me, Hades
This is the fucking remix, burst of stink bug
Real G4 Life baby
The Devil, son of a bitch
This is the ANTIJUDAS
Make Money Not Friends

We have Casco who they offered fifty-something to kill him
The brother was a son of a bitch (the Devil) and didn’t want to give him up
When I give them the shots, I like to watch them
We light your hair on fire with charcoal
Putting bales, all the kilos through Fajardo
Keep the guns because now it’s our turn to rap
Many drugs and women in yellow
Let me know if you want to go to heaven
The only bastards hunting with ice-cold necks
Off White in the cemetery, boy, I’m stepping on your grave
The 66 joined forces with the demon from Money Wayy (demon time)
VVS, that’s my nigga, big racks
I want all the bad bitches from the clubs to the blocks
The hardest in this shit, the stats tell you
Since I changed the game, no one wants to sign
Let the narco-artist speak, Cartier, AP, I don’t have an invicta
19X on top, that’s the invicta
I arrived with Lloren’, 3-5-7 and with the demons of Vista
I was selling drugs, son of a bitch, I didn’t do frees
Designer my safari, red Ferrari down
I’ve always sold kilos even after parties
And before I fall, son of a bitch, I light you up in Big Cali
The sticks with the little dolls like a military

Designer my safari, red Ferrari down
I started selling kilos and I’m not going to parties anymore
And if I fall like Daddy, I’ll die LEGENDADDY
The stick on top camouflaged like the military

One single family rascabicho, you won’t kill me in a güira
I light the mic on the head of the rats that turn
We bury all those who conspire too
The positive, son of a bitch, the octopuses are more than a hundred

We have control of all the whores and the white stuff
We light the guns to give you fire in the song
I tear out his spirit with fire
The rooster spurring

Hades, they shit on the cloth
We’re crazy to see you to shoot you up
I give you two combs in the face and take you out
Here we give them what they are and don’t leave them wounded
The demonized snail, the sticks in goat horn (Mera, listen)

I have a friend who they offered 25 to kill
Did you hear me, son of a bitch? And I’m not going to give him up (never)
Blue cheese counting, a bad bitch bouncing (cash, cash, cash, brr, brr)
In the DubHouse dealing, McQueen dripping

In the projects and the buildings
They think I’m a Kingpin
Because I have the whores as housekeeping
Going in and out, you know how we’re living

Slicing the squares like Tajia the VVS
We’re on the Nipsey Hussle (cash, cash, cash)
You lack respect and I’ll put something on your head (normal)
Corleone, the mafia drip

The R passed by the club with which we killed your husband
I’m the Rolex prince in the neighborhood
We live gangster like Lil Durk
I’m going to give you a tour to hell
They’re not going to kill me like Tupac Shakur

Designer my safari, red Ferrari down
I started selling kilos and I’m not going to parties anymore
And if I fall like Daddy, I’ll die LEGENDADDY
The stick on top camouflaged like the military

I also have a friend who they’re crazy to kill and give a hard time
The brother asked me if I’ll help him
I have an armorer in Ponce who has R15, sawed-off and Russian AK
Hunting the packages, but then I mess them up there
The shootout started and one of yours fell
We picked him up from the floor, son of a bitch, and used him as a shield

They stopped shooting, without sticks they became silent (what happened?)
The bastard is pissed because when he was in prison, his woman was selling ass
They fired some shots (Ah), I was in the passenger seat
But they left me alive and emptied a whole clip
After we kill you, I’m going to smoke a blunt and use your body as an ashtray

I will always be an Anti Juda’ like Kobe for the Lakers (baby)
Sorry, I fell in love with my AK
I outsmarted you and you couldn’t say: Mayday
We hunt during the day, the sticks don’t have lasers

I will always be an Anti Juda’ like Kobe for the Lakers (baby)
Sorry, I fell in love with my AK
I outsmarted you and you couldn’t say: Mayday
We hunt during the day, the sticks don’t have lasers

Designer my safari, red Ferrari down
I started selling kilos and I’m not going to parties anymore
And if I fall like Daddy, I’ll die LEGENDADDY
The stick camouflaged like the military

What happened, son of a bitch?
Murder Gang
Money Wayy son of a bitch
The Devil of Lloren’
This is the Anti Judas
Real G4 Life baby
The M
The positive

Mera, tell me, Hades
Mera, tell me, Hades
Make Money Not Friends
The Octopuses
Mera Barba (The golden beard)
You know, son of a bitch, right?

I’m not going to snitch
Street codes, son of a bitch
[?]
Grrr
[?]
It’s Money Gang, Glizzy Gang
Tell me, Yecko
They all know