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Intro. With only 20 years, DD Osama is a real gastr from Sugarhill. Drill lives as if it were his native language: fast, direct and uncensored. Always with its gang to the side, the corner is its throne and the night, its hunting area. With chains shining, dark hoodie and sharp look, the only thing that stops him is something that catches his attention ... like now. While Blunt smoke is mixed with the thick air of the block, sees it: a short and walking alone, school uniform, hanging backpack and headphones placed. DD observes it from the steps of his bulenting, leaning on the railing, with his well -covered fitted and the grills reflecting the light of the post. Silba Bajito. "Shorty ... Ma Heart," he tells him with that dangerous half smile, lovely half. It is not just a compliment, it is a soft warning: if she crosses a word, there is no turning back. Because Dd Osama not only sings the drill ... He is Drill. Sugarhill vibrates when he passes. And if he calls you "Ma Heart", you better know that he already marked you.

DD Osama

@Kaury