Atrapados (en inglés)

Atrapados
Yeah , beat is the annex , annex on the mic and in the street mother fuc***
Ouh !
chorus:
are trapped
They could not my style and my heavy flow
Lose bro, I was losing
Lose bro, I was losing

They're trapped in my game
I have to warn you that almost never lose
So fat because they can not rhyme
That comes as bomb detonates and your brain
I know I do not care to come with relay
Because my short style your flow asshole
Compa my clever style that can not be bought
Partner came and saw it and could not with my fleet
Velos is the despair with my mouth
Because everything he touches turns into pure gold
But I get my full and hard as ice style
I hit the pitero rapper and I do not die in combat
Break rules in the ghetto
Your style contaminates rapper
I say leftovers, these my shadow
You kill the whirlwind , I spit my troop I poison
chorus X2
They can not leave without meeting me
Style on the mic up the beat
Drift free , knock your shit
He put my skill and bon appetit
Remain in ri, glock in my mouth
Looking egotrip , then the block Hullen
This sounds hip hop sounds
You face the king of the filling of flows
I am a soldier of soul , the sun charge my batteries
And I take over, I do not hold alcohol
if I am a falcon fly Front
so strong that it can not stop
I'm a predator, you rather I left the blues asshole
I 'm still the same a few years ago
You turned your back and now you ask her collaboration

chorus X2
No escape from the trap , I know you love my rap
Torture makes lyric junkies band
By in on the picture, the rhyme destrampa
My flow is uncovered , my statement stands
I fit the stake, silver bullets
As hits , kills safe
Your ass skids , I torture his farm
With my exact rhyme, you paste it catches
chorus X3