Subimos de Rango [English translation]

[Intro: Bad Bunny]

(Rrr; yeh)

Yeh-eh

Yeh yeh

Yeh-eh, hey (Rrra)

[Verse 1: Bad Bunny]

The New Religion has no commandment (No)

My whores are good, they're all from a convent (Amen)

I'm playing until 2008 in cars and the Ventos[Vento is a mororcycle brand](Wuh)

Every 4 hours I take my medicines

My people are cold, I don't warm them up

Bastard, I'm global like the warming (Prr)

If I want to, I retire happy and content (Yeh)

The cars, the houses and the apartments

The bill rising

I die and they make me a monument

I'm at my moment

I have these high ranks with the slow helmet (Haha)

You bastard, I don't lie

Shooting me is like trying to hit the wind (Prr)

Your Gucci wallet cost fifteen hundred, hey

Inside mine1twenty-thousand three hundred (Wuh)

I feel like Jordan, they have copied all of my movements

But I kept it, bad mine2, I'm sorry (Wuh)

We rised through the ranks, this is legend level

Don't pretend be deaf, take off the bandages

Up here you can't come even if you sell your soul (No)

If Russo calls me, tell him I love him, but I no longer wear garments

The laws of the street have no amendments (Prr, prr, prr, prr)

So, don't be surprised if "rrra!"

What do I do that offends you? Hey

I don't abuse minors or steal the offering, hey

I don't even close the school in the middle of a snack

I only look for my own and I don't let go of the reins

You criticize and we, eh (Prr)

[Chorus: Omy de Oro]

We rised through the ranks, we rised through the ranks, oh (Ah)

We rised through the ranks (How?), We rised through the ranks, oh

We rised through the ranks (Ah), We rised through the ranks oh (Omy!)

We rised through the ranks (We rised through the ranks, oh)

[Verse 2: Omy de Oro]

I started writing looking at my gun (Ah)

And I found the recipe (Ah)

To make quality verses like purple ribbons (Rrr)

I don't want my tickets in the cache

I want to see them at home in Torres by Paleta

Son of a bitch, you're not a high rank for moving two zeta3

27 in the street and as a prisoner you are Ñeta4(Oh)

Fear doesn't bill

The street changed, man, now it's harder (Ah!)

The high ranks don't last, there are few safe routes

If we get into your house, have the Uras ready

Assured that we win, the road is safe

Another day living, I owe it to the king in the heights (Amen, Amen)

We rised through the ranks, now we're at the top

Keep supporting me, may the blessings cover me

They sleep with me and although I'm an artist, I don't let go of the gun

We have the street hot flow Hitler (Brr)

Star like the green one and the one of Beatles (Ah)

Never a follower, always a leader

Increased my ki since I signed with Alex Killer

[Chorus: Omy de Oro]

We rised through the ranks, we rised through the ranks, oh (Ah)

We rised through the ranks (How?), We rised through the ranks, oh

We rised through the ranks (Ah), We rised through the ranks oh (Omy!)

We rised through the ranks (We rised through the ranks, oh)

[Verse 3: Shootter Ledo]

The sky opens and I fall, I have something that cannot be bought

I'm going to be a million5, that's always been the mantra

Mixing the street and the music like Sinatra

We came from the bottom(Haha), looking for the light like a beetle

The law of attraction attracted her and she called Bad Bu for the job

And from the ladder I took the shortcut (Rrr)

No matter how much pressure they put, I don't crack

2019, the world I travel (Haha)

The old man won't allow any more work to pass (No, buddy)

Cubans that blind because the reflection

Needless to say, I want the chair

Needless to say that another star was born

All the bottles are Dom Pérignon

Cups up that life is beautiful (Hehe)

We rised through the ranks, this is krippy6not pango7, toys for the mud3, yeh

We rised through the ranks, the combo encapsulatedin the SUV and the Lambo8(Brr)

Thank God it was given to me and the whole world was watching (Yes, buddy)

Thank God it was given to me and We rised through the ra-anks (Shootter)

[Outro: Bad Bunny]

Bad Bunny, baby, baby, baby-baby-by (Huh!; prra!)

Omy

Shootter

(Haha; hey)

Alex Ki '(Ki')

Mera, tell me, Patience (Brr)

These people so confused, okay

What was it bastard?

We didn't make a million, we didn't 'make a million

He he

We didn't make a million

What was it

We ride on private plane, in Lamborghini, in Roll-Royce

In Ferrari, you bastards

What was it?

What was it?

1. there are2. bad girl of mine3. a. b. ?4. a gang5. aire6. potent weed7. another kind of weed8. rghini

• Artist:Omy De Oro