Narcos [English translation]

[Enter]

Real Until Death, did you hear, you bastard? (Brr)

Look, Jeday, turn down the volume

Because there I sound merged (Ah)

Brr

[Verse 1]

We're escaping (Escaping)

And these bastards they're not going to catch me (They're not going to catch me)

Encapsulating1in the V8 all carried away (All carried away)

As a passenger I have the M16 (Brr, brr)

And in the hamlet possessed2people(Possessed people)

And the one who wastes my time is going to get it (He is going to take it)

Partner, to the disco we enter armed (We enter armed)

With extensions as if we were women

[Chorus]

Everybody doing the money dance (Yeh, yeh)

The thugs, the women and the bombshells (Yeh)

Raise your hand all the ones who are making money (Are making money)

Now we are up, we are no longer on zero (-ger on zero)

Traitor3, who the hell are you? (Brr)

[Verse 2]

I have a .45 full for your attitude (For your attitude)

Pussy scratcher4, don't you dare step on my Gamma Blue (Gamma Blue)

Here krippy5is smoked, it

kicks like Kung Fu (Brr)

Your girlfriend wants me to spank her (-pank)

Bastard, and you still want to be a ringleader? (Ringleader, oops)

What you are is a good-for-nothing

Not even Shaquille takes a rebound from Rodman (Brr)

Even the respect of my enemy I have earned it

You hate me and for mine, yours was gifted

The street made me, your label made you (Uy)

My rifle sings Guajira Guantanamera (Guantanamera)

The best trap singer alive (Alive), you work, I'll give you a shot (Shot)

If I die, you're left an orphan, you bastard, you're my son (Uy)

Who doesn't, they always snore when the lion is caged

And it's for the probation, I have my demons tied up (Brr)

Ah

[Chorus]

Everybody doing the money dance (Yeh, yeh)

The thugss, the women and the bombshells (Yeh)

Raise your hand all the ones who are making money (Are making money)

Now we are up, we are no longer on zero (-ger on zero)

Traitor, who the hell are you? (Brr)

[Interlude]

Ah

My story is notorious

And for my dead a dedication doesn't fail (Amen)

Bastard, I made the trap, you sing it for me,

Traitor, you have no memory (Ah)

And I know that you hate me,

My mom told me "Son, we are in victory" (Uy)

I'm talking to 2Pac and Biggie on the jet,

I'm close to glory (Brr)

[Verse 3]

Put "Real Until Death" in the Google app

All the letters on caps (Brr)

In Puerto Rico I'm the god of trap

And in Spain they tell me: "Anuel,

You're a crack" (Anuel, you're a crack)

I know that none of you have the guts

To have all of my problems (Ah)

And if music was a sport it would be the NBA

And my face the emblem (Ah)

I'm a thug and I hang out with thugs,

But the humility is for real (For real)

And I'm 27 and we lost Tapia,

But loyalty remains (Amen)

And my fucker code tells me that you

For me have wickedness (Have wickedness)

That's why I love the street

And my dream is going to be in P.R. a treaty of peace

Brr!

[Bridge]

Who created the trap? Anuel

Who made it global? Anuel (Anuel)

Bastard, did you forget?

I'm Eminem and you are 50 Cent (Brr)

If I die, bury me with my gun in the grave (Amen)

I sell the music

The narcs listen to when the kilos buzz them, uah, uah

[Chorus]

(Brr)

Everybody doing the dance of the (Of the money)

The thugs, the women and the bombshells (And the bombshells)

Raise your hand all the ones who are making money (Brr)

Now we are up, we are no longer on zero (Oh-oh)

Everybody doing the money dance (Of the money)

The thugs, the women and the bombshells (And the bombshells hands up)

Raise your hand all the ones who are making money (Yeh)

Now we are up, we are no longer on zero

[Outro]

(Yeh, yeh)

My mate, you more than anyone knows

That nothing is bought, daddy

It's to load the packages, haha

You know, that boasting of yours

What it does is embarrass you, brother

You know that when I take my balls out

I'll knock on your door and you're going to piss on yourself, hehehe

It's not the same that you make 100 million

And that your boss keep all the money

And to throw you with three there to cure you, hehehe

The difference is that I make 100 million and they're mine

I'm the boss, I don't have a boss (Hehe)

Look, tell me Frabian

Real to death, did you hear you bastard?

Look, Chino, remember that the street

In Puerto Rico walks with me, not with him

Brr (Brr)

Gaby Music, ah (Ah)

I'm with the only Martian

On the face of the earth, Chris Jeday

Brr

The god of trap, amen

1. being inside2. by demons3. literal: "pussy licker"4. no idea what this euphemism means5. some kind of weed