Medellín

Original

Turn the volume up on the headphones man, please

You know? Zifukoro of weed

Violent, yes

Turn the volume up on the headphones man

Yeah, dirty

I'm violent like the south of Italy

Mafioso like the traps in Tony (Tony)

Zifukoro of weed

I counted money, I didn't know how to read (never)

He put it in his head, because his little brother got dirty

I didn't do you dirty, big guy, I almost

But in front of the bosses I had to cut

Do you really think we're stupid?

Because you see we are gesticulating

But behind all these films

You don't see the evil that we convey

Real niggas know us well and know

Let us move our backs only after the war

My charos dance after the knockouts

Mero Gang

Nimko Gang

Skao Gang

Marlo Gang

My niggas dance after the war (after the war)

My charos dance after the knockouts

Igo is the jungle, in our streets it is Medellín

In the corners it sells dope, my English teacher takes lines

Leave me in my delirium

I smoke my joint upon arrival, I wait for you on the line

Deliveries are made by bike, the big guys end up drunk

People's sisters are in the tel-hos, the drug addicts are in the offices

My cell phone is tapped

The drug squad are my listeners

The little ones don't give a damn anymore, hatred has replaced fear

After the rain will come the good weather

After the blood will come peace (will come peace)

And shoot him if he thinks you have his time

I'm going to beat the shit out of you, we'll talk later

The tit-pe want to rise to the big ones

Invest in Montenegro leases (Montene')

Your parents don't want marriage

Because there's pork in his freezer

You owe him respect

But you would give anything to take down his sister

You say you're tearing it up

But she cheated on you with another nigga

Djeba Gang

Madrane Gang

Skarfa Gang

Bouzi Gang

Since that time, the team has not changed

Since that big time, my guys are still mean

Igo is the jungle, in our streets it is Medellín

In the corners it sells dope, my English teacher takes lines

Leave me in my delirium

I smoke my joint upon arrival, I wait for you on the line

Deliveries are made by bike, the big guys end up drunk

People's sisters are in the tel-hos, the drug addicts are in the offices

My cell phone is tapped

The drug squad are my listeners

The little ones don't give a damn anymore, hatred has replaced fear

Gang, gang, gang, gang

Gang

Méro, Djeba, Nimko, Madrane, Skao, Skarfa, Marlo, Bouzi

Méro, Djeba, Nimko, Madrane, Skao, Skarfa, Marlo, Bouzi