Animal
Me están mirando mal like si fuera un animal
Puta, pero es que lo soy que os voy a contar
A veces voy de claro y otras de subliminal
Pero no suelto una barra, pero que no sea real
Ey boy, no sé ni que tengo de caché
Me la maman, pero me odian y me aman como al Che
Y yo me he quedao' sin coche porque ayer me la enganché
Pero me he comprao' otro carro con mis cachos, check
Quien lo diría, en Lеganitos hace años
Pegándole patadas a las barras pa' ir al baño
Quе me la come loco, ya sé que me suben
Si llevo con las mismas desde takeando en la Grume
Mis cadenas son falsas, pero lucen que lo flipas
Tú con to'l oro que llevas puesto sigues siendo un pipa
Yo no necesito combo pa prender la dinamita
Porque tengo a mi hermanito con el Zippo haciendo chispas
Fuck que no te guste te lo comes entero
La comida no se tira socio, vale dinero
Ando con mi chándal to petao de agujeros
Eyo zorra, Quítame la pena o me la huelo
Aka Chavela calidad de favela
Yo sigo enamorao de la que no me camela
Y le canto penas
Le quito el filtro, le meto el cartón
Y me escribo otra canción en el ojo de la humareda
Sin cheddar
Cuento con lo justo apunto deudas
Mis bros antes andaban con sprays ahora con neuras
Ya no busco pleito reviento iceolator
Y le pego cada calada que me rajo la pleura
Animal
They're looking me bad as if I were an animal
Bitch, but that's what I am, so what can I tell you
Sometimes I go clear and other times subliminal
But I don't drop a bar, that it isn't real
Hey boy, I don't even know what cachet I have
They give me head, but they hate me and love me like Che
And I ran out of car because I hooked up yesterday
But I bought another car with my racks, check
Who would have thought, in Leganitos years ago
Kicking the bars to go to the bathroom
That drives me crazy, I know they're getting to me
If I've been with the same ones since drinking at the Grume
My chains are fake, but they look so good
You with all the gold you're wearing still a pussy
I don't need a combo to light the dynamite
Because I have my little brother with the Zippo sparking
Fuck if you don't like it, you eat it all
Food is not thrown away, buddy, it's worth money
I walk around in my tracksuit full of holes
Hey bitch, Take away my sorrow or I'll sniff it
Aka Chavela, favela quality
I'm still in love with the one who doesn't deceive me
And I sing sorrows
I take off the filter, I put in the cardboard
And I write another song in the eye of the smoke
Without cheddar
I count on just enough, pointing debts
My bros used to walk with sprays now with neuroses
I'm not looking for trouble, I blow up the iceolator
And I take every puff that I burst my pleura