[Intro]
Yo, this that Boricua rage,
Straight from the island to the fuckin’ stage.
From the block to the cell to the city lights,
We run the streets, we don’t play nice.

[Chorus]
Load it with the flavor, bang it with the drum,
Reggaetón hittin’, make the whole hood run.
Load it with the flavor, bang it with the drum,
Hardcore fire, you can’t stop where it’s from.

[Bridge]
I’m the savage with the heat, got the clowns all shook,
Talk tough, motherfucker, get your whole life took.
What you talkin’? You ain’t even in my bracket,
I’m a stallion on the track, no chains, no jacket.
Dance, bitch, move, yeah, grind to the bass,
But don’t talk with your mouth full, show some grace.
We the generals, killers, top of the line,
You try to copy, but you can’t touch mine.
What I bring is heavy, like a shot to the dome,
If the dice don’t match, I still take it home.
For my dogs on the corners, for my crew in the pen,
For the shorties in the city, run it back again.

[Chorus]
Load it with the flavor, bang it with the drum,
Reggaetón hittin’, make the whole hood run.
Load it with the flavor, bang it with the drum,
Hardcore fire, you can’t stop where it’s from.

[Verse 1]
Yo, I’m the ugly motherfucker still pullin’ your queen,
The type to make a bad bitch scream on the scene.
Load it with the flavor, hit it raw, no fear,
Reggaetón in the system, make the whole block cheer.
Fake rappers wanna ride on my microphone,
But I kill ‘em on the spot, leave ‘em dead alone.
Stay woke, don’t slip, I’m the vulture at night,
Same groove, but I rip, bring the war, no hype.
Cut the fish clean, no bones, no choke,
Almost drowned in the game but I still don’t broke.
Certified beast, motherfucker approved,
Since the day I stepped in, I ain’t never removed.
Crowds boo them, throw food, they trash,
Actin’ hard, but they all fold fast.
From Puerto Rico to the world I blast,
From the hood to the globe, my shit gon’ last.

[Chorus]
Load it with the flavor, bang it with the drum,
Reggaetón hittin’, make the whole hood run.
Load it with the flavor, bang it with the drum,
Hardcore fire, you can’t stop where it’s from.

[Outro]
I’m the storm that they can’t control,
Hardcore rhythm deep inside my soul.
For the shorties in New York, for the thugs in the yard,
For the hustlers in the trap, for the ones livin’ hard.
Bang it with the flavor, battery, reggaetón,
On the mic I’m a beast, I’m a fuckin’ cyclone.
Bang, bang—load it with the sound,
Hardcore forever, we run this ground.

Load it with the flavor

XLegendary BossX