Upbeat rhythmic arrangements, exhilarating faith-based verses, funky melodi… Read Full Bio ↴Upbeat rhythmic arrangements, exhilarating faith-based verses, funky melodies laced with positive messages and transformative tempo construct the incorporeal sound of Lucky Luciano’s latest album ‘Exodus’
The former secular rapper and songwriter Lucky Luciano has written and produced his first Christian album after years of crafting mixtapes and hip-hop EPs, with the single “Beloved” featuring the Christian gospel prodigy Young Bro in the hook and verse of the song.
‘Exodus’ was penned down by Lucky Luciano as his contribution to the art of worshipping the Creator of all, and encouraging others to feel the same connection with God through heartfelt expressions. “Beloved” was well received by the listeners of Lucky Luciano, spreading joy and warmth to his audience through well-crafted verses and providing an inspiration for other Christian hip-hop artists.
“I plan and hope to inspire others by changing my life around for the better, hoping that they will want to do the same,” says Lucky Luciano. “With all the negativity and violence going on the streets and industry, we need to have something positive that the kids can look up to instead of glorifying all the drama they see on social media…”
Lucky Luciano’s style involves authentic elements of rap and hip-hop, along with intoxicating textures of gospel and funk rock that add lush and striking flows to his discography. His music reaches out to harmonious souls waiting for redemption of their faith, to troubled souls stuck inside bubbles of hate and doubt, motivating them to overcome their worries.
Lucky Luciano wishes to shed light upon urban Christian hip-hop and make this underground genre more easily accessible on all streaming services globally. He also realizes the lack of connection between artists and their audience, bridging the gap between himself and his listeners through upbeat messages on his social media.
‘Exodus’ is now available on all streaming platforms, with hard hitting tracks such as “Convo With God,” written by Lucky Luciano and performed along with by DJ Ovadose , “Take Me Out” featuring Lance Blanke and the mastered production of Lucky Luciano and DJ Ovadose. The slow and chopped version of the album is also available to stream for fans of harmonically-rich rap styles.
The former secular rapper and songwriter Lucky Luciano has written and produced his first Christian album after years of crafting mixtapes and hip-hop EPs, with the single “Beloved” featuring the Christian gospel prodigy Young Bro in the hook and verse of the song.
‘Exodus’ was penned down by Lucky Luciano as his contribution to the art of worshipping the Creator of all, and encouraging others to feel the same connection with God through heartfelt expressions. “Beloved” was well received by the listeners of Lucky Luciano, spreading joy and warmth to his audience through well-crafted verses and providing an inspiration for other Christian hip-hop artists.
“I plan and hope to inspire others by changing my life around for the better, hoping that they will want to do the same,” says Lucky Luciano. “With all the negativity and violence going on the streets and industry, we need to have something positive that the kids can look up to instead of glorifying all the drama they see on social media…”
Lucky Luciano’s style involves authentic elements of rap and hip-hop, along with intoxicating textures of gospel and funk rock that add lush and striking flows to his discography. His music reaches out to harmonious souls waiting for redemption of their faith, to troubled souls stuck inside bubbles of hate and doubt, motivating them to overcome their worries.
Lucky Luciano wishes to shed light upon urban Christian hip-hop and make this underground genre more easily accessible on all streaming services globally. He also realizes the lack of connection between artists and their audience, bridging the gap between himself and his listeners through upbeat messages on his social media.
‘Exodus’ is now available on all streaming platforms, with hard hitting tracks such as “Convo With God,” written by Lucky Luciano and performed along with by DJ Ovadose , “Take Me Out” featuring Lance Blanke and the mastered production of Lucky Luciano and DJ Ovadose. The slow and chopped version of the album is also available to stream for fans of harmonically-rich rap styles.
Dope House Family
Lucky Luciano Lyrics
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(feat. Juan Gotti, Baby Bash, Carolyn, Coast, Grimm, Low-G, Lucky Luciano, Powda, Quota Key, Rasheed)
[Verse 1: Juan Gotti]
Razaville Texas Houston to McAllen
Deep in San Anto, screw Rich why Valles
Rollin' throught Dallas, Boritos, and Corpus
Odessa, Laredo, the locos in Austin
Texas made Mexicans north of the border
Land of the free, smoking weed with my Gordo
Motherfuckers laid back in yo Cadillac
Let me jump in this shit like back to back
Stay real for life, roll down south
For the wreckshop, for the hometown crowd
My alias is that Go-Hard-Mexican
Flowin' through your veins like medicine
Wanna be down? On the H-town
Real ballas fight for the rebound
Be-town to motherfuckin G-town
Creep around everybody G'd out
Can't see how you can dawg me out
Make me out, take me out
Deep south, my hood got more slack
Than eighty-eight cowboys ridin' on horse back
Top that! the Mexicans all that
Strike like a snake and attack like a bobcat
[Verse 2: Baby Bash]
Hoe ass niggaz, there ain't nothing worse
They do it for panurch, but I do it for the purse
And I'm still on the search, sometime I go to church
Seven deuce old school Cadillac with the skirts
And I speak for motherfuckers on the couch and the flo'
Cause a Mexican like my self is out for some dough
But ya already know, if you got big pelotas
Anybody now a days, might be the chotas
A young Baby Beesh, he don't fuck with police
And all' beat the dog shit out your nephew and niece
If they ever get the snitching, yelling, telling and singing
I'ma call the whole squad and some heads gone be ringing
I'm Dope House stout, fuck a set up and no hear though
It's real talk, real breath, make it clear hoe!
[Chorus: Carolyn Rodriguez]
Throw your hood up
All my G's represent
Turn up your deck
Dope House click came to wreck
[Verse 3: SPM]
Money and the power, glass on the Prowler
Blaze up a blunt as I tell you all about it
Kill'a of the Hill'a, crawl like caterpillar
Pour a fo-fo up in my grapes as for real'a
This for my gangstas, forty-five stainless
Throw yo set up, let me see your sound language
Sell a crack rock, steal a laptop
Jack for a key and sell that bitch for half off
Rollin' with my comrades
Buddy and we all blast, everybody bought Lac's
Everybody got stacks, some of us puff Black's
Some Newports
Tap tap Too Short, even chop New York
If it ain't screwed up, I don't wanna hear it!
Lac on pancake, while I'm pourin' up the syrup
In the pen-agena, Hillwood represent'a
Home of the rock, inside a broken antenna
Motherfucker
[Verse 4: Coast]
I throw my set rounds, I been at ups and downs
Anybody plays about it, my lady has sounds
Homie from the Nawf side, and I'm all about mine
Money paper chasing stack it up, I gotta count mine
Cause I...
Was raised in a broken home, the groceries gone
Momma snorting coke to the dome, but hold the foam
She left Coast alone, I'm slowly grown
And learned how to hold the chrome, My hope is gone
Fuck being broke! c'mon
I'm fanna take ya to the spot where the homies roam
We surely don't, take no shit from nobody
So don't trip on nobody, get a clip in to body huh
This the gut of the ghetto, Catholicism is in prison
We been with our religion, where I'm leaving
We been a victim, see we ain't just suspect here
We leaving proof, that there ain't been no justice here
My hood
[Chorus]
[Verse 5: Lucky Luciano]
Came to wreck it huh!
Look up in the sky, is it a bird or a plane?
Naw Superman is arrived here to save the damn day
Fly than a pelican, leanin' of medicine
Johnny pay checks slash playa made Mexican
There's my introduction, now let me start stunnin'
Blue and yellow diamonds on teeth, baby I'm bubblin'
Up like crack, Luck strike back
Wreckin' all this mics got my money on stack
Hold up, come dust me off pass me the weed (puffing sounds) aight
Now mix me up some zip but baby don't put too much Sprite
I'ma tip stacka, swang a big Lac'a
Watchin' Andy Milonakis in my den on big plasma
Addicted to Henne and that strip club shit
Tell them hoes of the jump I'ma pimp you dumb bitch!
Send to wreck and get a check
Turn up your deck, this dope
We iced up and priced up, and crawling in Benzos
[Verse 6: Powda]
Seven twenty fo' I be sacking them digits
Cause I'ma hustle till I die and I'm in it to win it
Making my paper independent, got seven years in it
Dope House platinum eyes, nigga that's when we finish
Man it's a dirty game but yet I shine so clean
Nigga what ever you need and puff, now holla at me
Whether I'm hustlin on the side or I'm droppin this verses
I got a service for you hoes, just watch me disperse it
And I be hurtin 'em when I pull up in a big body
They be following me, stalking like the paparazzi
So fuck a hater they just mad, they can't shine like me
I got the fifteens, ten inch reclined on screens
And I'm a fine dime piece, I be sharp as a crease
Quick to get it poppin', like water in hot grease
And it ain't nothing new, it's just the same old shit
Another day, another dollar, another case to catch
[Chorus]
[Verse 7: Rasheed]
Philly to South Park met him at Hillwood
Graduate eighty-eight, H-town we still hood
Remember me in the hustle town
I let the Mary-Go-Round put the hustle down
If yous' a Jane user
Throw your hands in the air on this track SPM is the producer
With the laws standing on the roof
Drop the flows in the booth
And drop the top on the coupe
Ain't no stoppin' the dude
My team making currency
Got 'em screaming Dope House up in Germany
Rasheed number one soldado
Puffin' on an avocado
With my foot up on the throttle
And a bottle of the Bourbon cause I swerve in the low-low
Solo, fo sho', homies gettin' more dough
Sleeping is for dreamers on the block like block
Throw your hood up, throw your hood up
Let it drop!
[Verse 8: Grimm]
A Cadillac driver, up and down the slab maine
Cousin, man is nothing but supreme in my gas tank
Tippin' on the fast lane, chuggin' on some top flight
Grindin', shinnin', blindin' like a spot light
Swangin' on them cops like Cuttie that's Graimmie
Yeah they might want us, but they won't get behind me
Now I'm doing ninety, all gas no breaks
Fucking with your boy, get your punk ass whole face
Drop you like a dope case, faster than a pony kick
Nigga beat your feet, kick some rocks with that homie shit
Most the time we loading clips
Otherwise we holding chips
Hittin' scores, kickin' doors
Pimpin' whores, rollin' whips
So we dip skunk and we slide to them Screw tapes
Pistol in the waist line, money in the suit case
Drop it in a cool place
Everything is gravity
This is for streets, cause my hood is my family
Haha
[Chorus]
[Verse 9: Quota]
You can call me Mr. Break-a- Brick, take a trip
Tape a thousand grams to the bumper, Man and make it flip
I'm an interstate veteran, pedal to the max
I see the federal for my stash, my Bereta on my lap
Cause I'ma street hustler, twenty thousand miles just this summer
Ever since the first day of June, napping on a cama
Got that Boomerang glow, once I throw it in the pot
Is coming right back I promise, dawg I'm blowing up the spot
Listen, is only me I got a million dollar corner
Feds tap my house phone and they still out of order
I'm the son of a preacher man, momma knows I'm thuggin'
And I should of been a chef the way I cook crack up your oven met
Teachers taught us ?just say no?, I had to hustle though
Even that I stayed broke, didn't want to struggle so
Buy half and eight ball, hit the block runnin'
Though the world was mine, till I saw the cops coming
And it's too late
[Verse 10: Low-G]
My homie died and the cops called it drug related
I was standing right there when his mother fainted
And I felt trapped, cause I know I gotta choose fate
I grabbed my nina and made that bitch loose weight
Since eighty-eight with a nick in my tube socks
I been a G since you was tryin' to do the moonwalk
I'm from a place that they call Honduras
Nothing fake about my life except my car insurance
Bullet proof vest, my jefa sense stress
Nothing positive about me, except my piss test
I grew up in a house full of empty stomachs
While other kids was at Mcdonald's getting twenty nuggets
And I'm known all across the ghettos
Boy you think the fuckin' law, so don't pawn my huevos
My chrome spits and I know to chase hoe clicks
Nate at the club dancing with a glow sticks
[Chorus]
Throw your hood up
All my G's rep...
[Pain interrupts chorus]
[Bridge: Pain & Cee]
[Pain:] Carolyn!
[Cee:] Yeah what?
[Pain:] Uhm ... Los said he didn't want a hook at the end of the song
[Cee:] Oh you mean one at the end of the song?
[Pain:] Yeah, everybody is already done their rap that's the whole Dope House family
[Cee:] What you mean everybody? What about mine?
[Pain:] Girl you don't know how to rap
[Cee:] Jaime, you got me fucked up!
[Pain:] Okay I'll let you try, but if Los doesn't like it I have to take you off
[Cee:] Just tell me when to come in
[Pain:] Right... right... now
[Verse 11: Carolyn Rodriguez]
I ain't gonna lie Dope House still I die
With my niggaz in the studio, chillin' getting high
Rollin' up sweets, breakin' this beat
Sippin' on skurr that slurs my speech
Comin' out the H, where they bake cakes
I ain't talkin bout the kind that your momma makes
I need a little space, Texas is the place
Ya tu sabes homes, I'ma represent my race
Move to the scene, but not to the game
Blowin' purple skunk and is fuckin' with my brain
Tryin' to stack change, up to the ceiling
Looking out the window another neighborhood killin'
When will they chill? I don't really know
Keeping my mind on a six double O
Rims dripped in chrome, and Benz dripped in paint
Just can't stop like a car with no brakes
Okay!
[Jaime:] Man you wrecked!
[Cee:] I told you foo
[Verse 1: Juan Gotti]
Razaville Texas Houston to McAllen
Deep in San Anto, screw Rich why Valles
Rollin' throught Dallas, Boritos, and Corpus
Odessa, Laredo, the locos in Austin
Texas made Mexicans north of the border
Motherfuckers laid back in yo Cadillac
Let me jump in this shit like back to back
Stay real for life, roll down south
For the wreckshop, for the hometown crowd
My alias is that Go-Hard-Mexican
Flowin' through your veins like medicine
Wanna be down? On the H-town
Real ballas fight for the rebound
Be-town to motherfuckin G-town
Creep around everybody G'd out
Can't see how you can dawg me out
Make me out, take me out
Deep south, my hood got more slack
Than eighty-eight cowboys ridin' on horse back
Top that! the Mexicans all that
Strike like a snake and attack like a bobcat
[Verse 2: Baby Bash]
Hoe ass niggaz, there ain't nothing worse
They do it for panurch, but I do it for the purse
And I'm still on the search, sometime I go to church
Seven deuce old school Cadillac with the skirts
And I speak for motherfuckers on the couch and the flo'
Cause a Mexican like my self is out for some dough
But ya already know, if you got big pelotas
Anybody now a days, might be the chotas
A young Baby Beesh, he don't fuck with police
And all' beat the dog shit out your nephew and niece
If they ever get the snitching, yelling, telling and singing
I'ma call the whole squad and some heads gone be ringing
I'm Dope House stout, fuck a set up and no hear though
It's real talk, real breath, make it clear hoe!
[Chorus: Carolyn Rodriguez]
Throw your hood up
All my G's represent
Turn up your deck
Dope House click came to wreck
[Verse 3: SPM]
Money and the power, glass on the Prowler
Blaze up a blunt as I tell you all about it
Kill'a of the Hill'a, crawl like caterpillar
Pour a fo-fo up in my grapes as for real'a
This for my gangstas, forty-five stainless
Throw yo set up, let me see your sound language
Sell a crack rock, steal a laptop
Jack for a key and sell that bitch for half off
Rollin' with my comrades
Buddy and we all blast, everybody bought Lac's
Everybody got stacks, some of us puff Black's
Some Newports
Tap tap Too Short, even chop New York
If it ain't screwed up, I don't wanna hear it!
Lac on pancake, while I'm pourin' up the syrup
In the pen-agena, Hillwood represent'a
Home of the rock, inside a broken antenna
Motherfucker
[Verse 4: Coast]
I throw my set rounds, I been at ups and downs
Anybody plays about it, my lady has sounds
Homie from the Nawf side, and I'm all about mine
Money paper chasing stack it up, I gotta count mine
Cause I...
Was raised in a broken home, the groceries gone
Momma snorting coke to the dome, but hold the foam
She left Coast alone, I'm slowly grown
And learned how to hold the chrome, My hope is gone
Fuck being broke! c'mon
I'm fanna take ya to the spot where the homies roam
We surely don't, take no shit from nobody
So don't trip on nobody, get a clip in to body huh
This the gut of the ghetto, Catholicism is in prison
We been with our religion, where I'm leaving
We been a victim, see we ain't just suspect here
We leaving proof, that there ain't been no justice here
My hood
[Chorus]
[Verse 5: Lucky Luciano]
Came to wreck it huh!
Look up in the sky, is it a bird or a plane?
Naw Superman is arrived here to save the damn day
Fly than a pelican, leanin' of medicine
Johnny pay checks slash playa made Mexican
There's my introduction, now let me start stunnin'
Blue and yellow diamonds on teeth, baby I'm bubblin'
Up like crack, Luck strike back
Wreckin' all this mics got my money on stack
Hold up, come dust me off pass me the weed (puffing sounds) aight
Now mix me up some zip but baby don't put too much Sprite
I'ma tip stacka, swang a big Lac'a
Watchin' Andy Milonakis in my den on big plasma
Addicted to Henne and that strip club shit
Tell them hoes of the jump I'ma pimp you dumb bitch!
Send to wreck and get a check
Turn up your deck, this dope
We iced up and priced up, and crawling in Benzos
[Verse 6: Powda]
Seven twenty fo' I be sacking them digits
Cause I'ma hustle till I die and I'm in it to win it
Making my paper independent, got seven years in it
Dope House platinum eyes, nigga that's when we finish
Man it's a dirty game but yet I shine so clean
Nigga what ever you need and puff, now holla at me
Whether I'm hustlin on the side or I'm droppin this verses
I got a service for you hoes, just watch me disperse it
And I be hurtin 'em when I pull up in a big body
They be following me, stalking like the paparazzi
So fuck a hater they just mad, they can't shine like me
I got the fifteens, ten inch reclined on screens
And I'm a fine dime piece, I be sharp as a crease
Quick to get it poppin', like water in hot grease
And it ain't nothing new, it's just the same old shit
Another day, another dollar, another case to catch
[Chorus]
[Verse 7: Rasheed]
Philly to South Park met him at Hillwood
Graduate eighty-eight, H-town we still hood
Remember me in the hustle town
I let the Mary-Go-Round put the hustle down
If yous' a Jane user
Throw your hands in the air on this track SPM is the producer
With the laws standing on the roof
Drop the flows in the booth
And drop the top on the coupe
Ain't no stoppin' the dude
My team making currency
Got 'em screaming Dope House up in Germany
Rasheed number one soldado
Puffin' on an avocado
With my foot up on the throttle
And a bottle of the Bourbon cause I swerve in the low-low
Solo, fo sho', homies gettin' more dough
Sleeping is for dreamers on the block like block
Throw your hood up, throw your hood up
Let it drop!
[Verse 8: Grimm]
A Cadillac driver, up and down the slab maine
Cousin, man is nothing but supreme in my gas tank
Tippin' on the fast lane, chuggin' on some top flight
Grindin', shinnin', blindin' like a spot light
Swangin' on them cops like Cuttie that's Graimmie
Yeah they might want us, but they won't get behind me
Now I'm doing ninety, all gas no breaks
Fucking with your boy, get your punk ass whole face
Drop you like a dope case, faster than a pony kick
Nigga beat your feet, kick some rocks with that homie shit
Most the time we loading clips
Otherwise we holding chips
Hittin' scores, kickin' doors
Pimpin' whores, rollin' whips
So we dip skunk and we slide to them Screw tapes
Pistol in the waist line, money in the suit case
Drop it in a cool place
Everything is gravity
This is for streets, cause my hood is my family
Haha
[Chorus]
[Verse 9: Quota]
You can call me Mr. Break-a- Brick, take a trip
Tape a thousand grams to the bumper, Man and make it flip
I'm an interstate veteran, pedal to the max
I see the federal for my stash, my Bereta on my lap
Cause I'ma street hustler, twenty thousand miles just this summer
Ever since the first day of June, napping on a cama
Got that Boomerang glow, once I throw it in the pot
Is coming right back I promise, dawg I'm blowing up the spot
Listen, is only me I got a million dollar corner
Feds tap my house phone and they still out of order
I'm the son of a preacher man, momma knows I'm thuggin'
And I should of been a chef the way I cook crack up your oven met
Teachers taught us ?just say no?, I had to hustle though
Even that I stayed broke, didn't want to struggle so
Buy half and eight ball, hit the block runnin'
Though the world was mine, till I saw the cops coming
And it's too late
[Verse 10: Low-G]
My homie died and the cops called it drug related
I was standing right there when his mother fainted
And I felt trapped, cause I know I gotta choose fate
I grabbed my nina and made that bitch loose weight
Since eighty-eight with a nick in my tube socks
I been a G since you was tryin' to do the moonwalk
I'm from a place that they call Honduras
Nothing fake about my life except my car insurance
Bullet proof vest, my jefa sense stress
Nothing positive about me, except my piss test
I grew up in a house full of empty stomachs
While other kids was at Mcdonald's getting twenty nuggets
And I'm known all across the ghettos
Boy you think the fuckin' law, so don't pawn my huevos
My chrome spits and I know to chase hoe clicks
Nate at the club dancing with a glow sticks
[Chorus]
Throw your hood up
All my G's rep...
[Pain interrupts chorus]
[Bridge: Pain & Cee]
[Pain:] Carolyn!
[Cee:] Yeah what?
[Pain:] Uhm ... Los said he didn't want a hook at the end of the song
[Cee:] Oh you mean one at the end of the song?
[Pain:] Yeah, everybody is already done their rap that's the whole Dope House family
[Cee:] What you mean everybody? What about mine?
[Pain:] Girl you don't know how to rap
[Cee:] Jaime, you got me fucked up!
[Pain:] Okay I'll let you try, but if Los doesn't like it I have to take you off
[Cee:] Just tell me when to come in
[Pain:] Right... right... now
[Verse 11: Carolyn Rodriguez]
I ain't gonna lie Dope House still I die
With my niggaz in the studio, chillin' getting high
Rollin' up sweets, breakin' this beat
Sippin' on skurr that slurs my speech
Comin' out the H, where they bake cakes
I ain't talkin bout the kind that your momma makes
I need a little space, Texas is the place
Ya tu sabes homes, I'ma represent my race
Move to the scene, but not to the game
Blowin' purple skunk and is fuckin' with my brain
Tryin' to stack change, up to the ceiling
Looking out the window another neighborhood killin'
When will they chill? I don't really know
Keeping my mind on a six double O
Rims dripped in chrome, and Benz dripped in paint
Just can't stop like a car with no brakes
Okay!
[Jaime:] Man you wrecked!
[Cee:] I told you foo
The song "Dope House Family" by Lucky Luciano featuring Juan Gotti, Baby Bash, Carolyn, Coast, Grimm, Low-G, Powda, Quota Key, and Rasheed is a representation of the Texan-Chicano culture, celebrating their way of life and their community. The verses describe various cities and towns across Texas where the Chicano community has established itself, referencing their love for Cadillac cars and smoking weed. The lyrics also touch on topics like police brutality, drug dealing, poverty, and the struggles of growing up in broken homes, adding depth to the overall theme of the song.
Each artist brings their own unique style to the song, showcasing the diversity within the Chicano community. They all come together for the chorus, exclaiming their pride for their hood and representing for all the G's (gangstas) out there. The song ends with a funny banter between Pain and Cee trying to decide whether to include a final hook or not, giving the song a casual and playful feel.
Line by Line Meaning
Razaville Texas Houston to McAllen
Listing various cities in Texas where Mexican drug activity occurs.
Texas made Mexicans north of the border
Proudly claiming that Texas has produced many successful Mexican drug dealers in the US.
Flowin' through your veins like medicine
Describing his music as addictive and powerful like drugs.
Money and the power, glass on the Prowler
Boasting about his wealth and success, including his expensive sports car.
Quick to get it poppin', like water in hot grease
Describing his quick and aggressive approach to making money and dealing with conflict.
I'ma street hustler, twenty thousand miles just this summer
Boasting about his drug dealing success and the extent of his operations, which stretch across the country.
My homie died and the cops called it drug related
Reflecting on the dangers and consequences of being involved in the drug trade, including losing friends and facing the police.
I grew up in a house full of empty stomachs
Describing his impoverished childhood and the struggles he faced due to poverty and hunger.
Rollin' up sweets, breakin' this beat
Describing the process of smoking marijuana and creating music.
Keeping my mind on a six double O
Focusing and working hard to achieve his goals, including making $600,000.
Just can't stop like a car with no brakes
Expressing his unstoppable drive and ambition to succeed in the drug trade and as a musician.
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Gp Trill
One of the most slept on songs from dis album!!!🔥💯💯💯
SalvadorC6784 mchata
2018 y sigo escuchando a CARLOS never gets old
Amber
Still know every damn word like 10 years later from the last time I heard it seriously love this song #spmex
Aztec956
We need this version to be out by now
Toño
No soy un experto en el inglés, pero este rapero me deprime mucho, ( y me gusta este sentimiento) pero en especial está y otras me gustan mucho. Me encantaría saber que dice, hay una que otra palabra la entiendo. De los mejores raperos que he escuchado. #LiberenalMojado
SPM For Life.
stacy mata
Loveee this song !!!!💖💕❤🎶🎵🎶
Lidia Gonzalez
This song is priceless 🔥
BIG SERG
I remember getting a demo of this album a year before it came out in a record store in Antioch California. I used to bump this track all day. Used to cut off half way
Dee Gee
One of my fav songs! Still bumping your music 💯
XDeliriumTrigger
been looking for this song for ever.......no wonder cuz it wasnt in the album.......Free SPM Reppin Houston Tx all day err day