Carbón 15 Lyrics English Translation by Ñengo Flow & Anuel AA
¿Ah?
Real G4 Life
Brr
Nine devils, three cars, we have all the numbers (¿Ah?)
19-32-23, the circle closed (Brr)
The lions never mix with the hyenas
And we have a drum for all the Judas at the Last Supper (Brr, brr!)
Lower your vests, the extras, the gloves, and like twenty Perco (Like twenty Perco)
Yellow ribbons and your corpse full of holes (Brr)
I have a chip for the deceivers (Deceivers)
They shoot you in Santurce, and even in Cayey, the echo will be heard (¿Ah?)
We stop you in your tracks (Dry), and your knees buckle
Everyone detonating your combs on the helmet (Ha)
Your body thrown is disgusting (Hey)
You and anyone who volunteers will be planted, shot on top of a cliff
Because PR is on fire, everyone is in war mode
They have to kill me for mine; no one will bury me (You understand?)
Anyone clinging to life, step aside (To hell)
Organize or you’ll hear the scream of a Carbon 15
War explodes, and they don’t respond; they always hide
Five by five, like El Under, they fall (Aha)
Ñengo, tell me where
I arrive with the quarantine, and I’m not talking about Ninel Conde (Brr!)
This is for the projects and for the prisoners
The short one even inside the cast
I knew you were a rat when we threw you the cheese, and you bit it
And we smashed your car in the middle of the expressway, and you died
You saw, bootlicker, you fell because you wanted to
Due to the lack of joking, hold whatever meetings you want (You want)
We come in the Raptor with all the dracos outside (Outside)
We set the rules on the road
And they hate them, but they don’t break them; everyone takes the sidewalk (Brr!)
War explodes, and they don’t respond; they always hide (Brr!)
This is for the projects and— and— and—
Organize, or you’ll hear the scream of a Carbon 15 (Brr!; hahaha)
And— and— and to all those snoring (Brr!)
Real G4 Life, baby (Aha), yeah
Putting the enemy in tension (Listen well)
Underwater, no one breathes (Never)
Son of a bitch, we have your location (Aha)
Today the rifles shoot against you
First-degree murder, they call us “La Cosa Nostra” (Hahaha)
The bullets come by the box for anyone who goes against us (Wuh!)
If with your bullshit you get on
I send a whip, the AK dismantles you
Take it easy, little bird
I’m a big shark for a small hook
I play dumb; up close, I see them
I know they’re jealous, and they suck it up to the puppets
We floor the tough guys who were snoring like tigers
Blood flows relentlessly, the 40 chipped inject poison
You know that without fantasizing, I sound
In Carolina, Bayamón, if we catch you in the traffic jam (Brr!)
We give you a whole comb until the Teflon comes out, asshole (¿Ah?)
I have my stick called Charizard
I go through the back streets, and we give you a hundred and something in the name of par
And your bitch always gets wet when she sees the red crosshair on the AK
We give her the trunk; we don’t throw for the leaves (Leaves)
I have the 21 like Roberto
For the cops and for all the undercover
And don’t call me to brag because all the words are carried away by the wind
And all those who are snoring will be taken away by the dead
Son of a bitch, one road falls, and I open another route (Route)
And all the R’s are from a box, and Mariachi debuts them (Debuts)
The 22 is mutilated; it doesn’t even have a plate
And we kill the witnesses who sat in the chair
That’s my life, that’s the street, that’s war, that’s drugs
A fantasizing, and we go to your song on the Trojan horse
Asshole, they’re not going to open the damn box at the wake
Any singer who volunteers is going to die like Notorious, brr!
War explodes, and they don’t respond; they always hide (Brr!)
This is for the projects and— and— and—
Organize, or you’ll hear the scream of a Carbon 15 (Brr!)
And— and— and to all those snoring (Brr!)