Originales
Nojoda, verga, que bolas
Eso es ser originales viste
Hermanos, hermanos, hermanos
Y subanme las manos
Hermanos, hermanos, hermanos
Y subanme las manos
Me doy el lujo de rapear
En la pista que sea
Donde sea
Como sea
Cuando sea
El nigga llega entrompa y se lacrea
O sea?
Quien rapea más que yo
Quien tiene líricas más feas?
Sorfea sorfea
El malvado ajusticiando
A raperos de segunda desmoralizando
El micro castigando
Acaso quieres que te mate
Dime la hora del combate (jaja)
Llegaremos en yate
Fumandonos un bate
Aquí no habrá quien te rescate
Cuando yo me mal empate
Y mi flow destaque
En esta mierda no hay empate
Esta baina vale más que oro 32 kilates
Toma tu tomate
El nigga el magnate
Y no acepto sobornos
Esto será más censurado que una porno
Muchos comentaran coño que bochorno
Yo diré bon-giorno
El ritmo transformo y me pongo bruto
Por mi culpa la muerte esta de luto
Por eso comprendan que soy la leyenda
Tráiganme una ofrenda
Y en mi pecho
Corazón de piedra contra los que vengan (you)
Cuantos son
Tú y cuarenta gallos
Aquí somos los tres dueños más el yayo
Vuelen a la isla como papagayo
Si vuelve a llamar rubén
Dile que quedaron fallos
Entonces pa que compiten
Y traen a sus mujeres pa que por nosotros griten
Si quieres repiquen
O mi estilo dupliquen
Eso si practiquen
Que parecen minusvalidos, escuálidos ummmmm
Los veo tan pálidos
Que desfallecen cuando este aparece
Páguenme con creces
Que lo que me sobra ustedes carecen
Pero sigan ensayando
No pierdan la fe
En la cocina seguiremos colando café
Con el che
No soy santero gafo
Pero tengo hache
Y cama che, jejejeje
Originales
Internacionales delincuentes
Profesionales
Los entendidos del ambiente
Llegaron los anormales
Presente que pasa mi gente
Originales
Internacionales delincuentes
Profesionales
Los entendidos del ambiente
Llegaron los anormales
Presente que pasa mi gente
Llego el original
El autentico, genial
El lindo criminal
Con un toque intelectual
Súbeme el volumen
Pa que todos gocen
Y el ritmo destroce
Súmbale uno al 12
Que todos me conocen
No soy el mejor
Pero trabajo
Me fajo y tengo disciplina
Años en tarima
Produciendo rimas
Pásame un trago y no te pongas popi
Que aquí están los vagos
Somos los tres dueños
Y súbanme las manos
Llego el escarabajo
Mandando sapos pa'l carajo
No quiero criticones
Raperos con tacones
Tirándome canciones
Cayéndose a mojones
Y que son los mejores
Cuerda de menores
No se me equivoquen
Respeta a los campeones
Conozco su pasado
Sé que se vendieron
Por fama y algo de dinero
Cuerda es merengueros
No se las den de perros
Primero reggaeton y ahora hip-hoperos?
A mi no me impresionan son elementales
Pocos profesionales
Nunca serán pranes
Cuidao que llegamos anormales
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Originales en la casa
Acaban de llegar (wou!)
La música es tu droga así que déjate llevar
Todos bailando, fumando
Nunca maltripiando
Quiero tirar contigo (yeah)
Y ser tu amigo
Ven por favor te lo pido
Siempre no juegues conmigo
Tres dueños sueña contigo
Hasta el infinito
(C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon)
Ya me tienes obstinado con tu late que late
Yo soy la pieza que te viene dando jaque-mate
Oiga mesero sáqueme esa plancha
De mi sopa
Por ahí taban diciendo que esa bicha
Y que es de enrique lazo
Dale de parte mía un abrazo yeah
Quiero acariciar tus senos
Y besarte por el cuello
Amarrarte por el pelo
Y cabalgar todo tu cuerpo (ah-ah)
Tres dueños
Otra vez sonando en la radio
Quiero bailar contigo
No pares te lo pido
El mundo es mi destino
Ven y hazlo conmigo
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Presente que pasa mi gente
Que pasa mi gente, que pasa?
Y subanme las manos
Que pasa mi gente, que pasa?
Y subanme las manos
Que pasa mi gente, que pasa?
Y subanme las manos
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Internacionales delincuentes
Profesionales
Los entendidos del ambiente
Llegaron los anormales
Presente que pasa mi gente
Originales
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Profesionales
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Llegaron los anormales
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Originals
Nojoda, man, what balls
That's being original, you see
Brothers, brothers, brothers
And raise your hands to me
Brothers, brothers, brothers
And raise your hands to me
I give myself the luxury of rapping
On any track
Wherever
One way or the other
Whenever
The nigga comes in, gets his mouth shut and lacerates himself
I mean?
Who raps more than me?
Who has the ugliest lyrics?
Sorfea sorfea
The evil one executing
Demoralizing second-rate rappers
The punishing microphone
Do you want me to kill you?
Tell me the time of the fight (haha)
We will arrive by yacht
Smoking a bat
There will be no one here to rescue you
When I got a bad tie
And my flow stands out
There is no tie in this shit
This sheath is worth more than 32 carat gold
Take your tomato
The nigga the mogul
And I don't accept bribes
This will be more censored than a porn
Many will comment, damn, what an embarrassment
I will say bon-giorno
The rhythm transformed and I became rough
Because of me, death is in mourning
So understand that I am the legend
Bring me an offering
And in my chest
Heart of stone against those who come (you)
How many are there?
You and forty roosters
Here we are the three owners plus the grandfather
Fly to the island like a parrot
If Ruben calls again
Tell him there were errors
So why do they compete?
And they bring their women so they can shout for us
If you want them to ring
Or duplicate my style
That is if they practice
They look like they're handicapped, scrawny, ummmmm
I see them so pale
That faint when this appears
Pay me handsomely
That what I have in excess you lack
But keep rehearsing
Don't lose faith
In the kitchen we will continue brewing coffee
With Che
I'm not a gafo santero
But I have an H
And bed, hehehe
Originals
International criminals
Professionals
Environmental experts
The abnormal ones arrived
Present that my people pass by
Originals
International criminals
Professionals
Environmental experts
The abnormal ones arrived
Present that my people pass by
The original arrived
The authentic, great
The cute criminal
With an intellectual touch
Turn up the volume
So that everyone can enjoy
And the rhythm destroys
Add one to 12
That everyone knows me
I'm not the best
But I work
I work hard and I have discipline
Years on stage
Producing rhymes
Pass me a drink and don't get all poopy
That's where the bums are
We are the three owners
And raise my hands
The beetle arrived
Sending toads to hell
I don't want critics
Rappers in heels
Throwing songs at me
Falling down to milestones
And they are the best
Minors' rope
Don't get me wrong
Respect the champions
I know your past
I know they were sold
For fame and some money
Cuerda is merengue players
Don't act like dogs
First reggaeton and now hip-hop?
They don't impress me, they are basic
Few professionals
They will never be pranes
Be careful, we are arriving abnormally
Originals
International criminals
Professionals
Environmental experts
The abnormal ones arrived
Present that my people pass by
Originals
International criminals
Professionals
Environmental experts
The abnormal ones arrived
Present that my people pass by
Originals in the house
They just arrived (wow!)
Music is your drug so let yourself go
Everyone dancing, smoking
Never mistreating
I want to have sex with you (yeah)
And be your friend
Come please, I ask you
Always don't play with me
Three owners dream of you
To infinity
(Come on, come on, come on, come on)
You've already got me stubborn with your beating and beating
I am the piece that is checkmating you
Hey waiter, get me that iron
From my soup
They were saying that that beast
And what is Enrique Lazo's?
Give him a hug from me, yeah
I want to caress your breasts
And kiss you on the neck
Tie you up by the hair
And ride your whole body (ah-ah)
Three owners
Playing on the radio again
I want to dance with you
Don't stop, I beg you
The world is my destiny
Come and do it with me
Originals
International criminals
Professionals
Environmental experts
The abnormal ones arrived
Present that my people pass by
Originals
International criminals
Professionals
Environmental experts
The abnormal ones arrived
Present that my people pass by
What's up my people, what's up?
And raise your hands to me
What's up my people, what's up?
And raise your hands to me
What's up my people, what's up?
And raise your hands to me
Originals
International criminals
Professionals
Environmental experts
The abnormal ones arrived
Present that my people pass by
Originals
International criminals
Professionals
Environmental experts
The abnormal ones arrived
Present that my people pass by
Escrita por: Pedro Pérez, Carlos Daniel Madera Correa, Carlos Julio Molina, Ernesto Pantin