Zúmbale
Ellas son las mas malas la mas locas la que no dejan niun niño para'o
Las carrieles de las tomiles este tema va dedicao
Pa estos jiles culiaos el masta yo no les compro pa naa
Ni a vo ni a vo ni a vo ni a la hijo de la perra la maraca la jila y la
Conchetumare zumbale zuzuzuzumbale arte elegante su parlante
Revientale zumbale zuzuzuzumbale rapa la cacara
Bamo al grano esto jiles se creen villano tiran puro
Wano pelan cuando estan cura la culia pero cuando
Estan bueno y sano apretan el ano salieron de un pantano
Cuando recien saliste pa la esquina yo andaba en el verano
Asaltando americano escuchame gusano los humano a vo
Te peloo con el niño fueron mano a mano y una sola mano me
Subi al escenario y era asi un enano le decia no pasa na nono mi
Hermano me pusiste pura care weon del maestro tu taita vo soy
Copion zumbale zuzuzuzumbale arte elegante su parlante revientale
Zumbale zuzuzuzumbale raparacacara quitate la mascara
Zuzuzuzumbale arte elegante su parlante revientale
Zumbale zuzuzuzumbale raparacacara quitate la mascara
Y le dicen la mujer metralleta porque no mejor chupai la
Corneta deja que el microfono en el orto te meta andai
Buscando unos balasos en las tetas grande tiroteo y tiran
Puros peos yo no les creo se acabo el recreo no se coma
El hueo en el rap los meos apirate el meo como solo te la peleo
Metete un sentimetro mi perimetro ya aparece la 9 milimetro
Ya vai a kedar tiezo como tapizao en yeso si veo en el escenario
Te tiro 100 pesos zuzuzuzumbale arte elegante su parlante
Revientale zumbale zuzuzuzumbale raparacacara quitate la
Mascara zuzuzuzumbale arte elegante su parlante revientale
Zumbale zuzuzuzumbale raparacacara quitate la mascara se
Acuerdan cuando me subi al escenario taan too cagao y ahora
La sufri de malo teniai las teta en los ojosterrible picao a shoro y
Terrible embarao jiles
Culiaos dicen que me exito la pera porque no fui a cantar en el
Concierto americano ahi cuando nos pifiaron cuando nos
Tapizaron en botella jaja las piernitas eh nos fuimos
Porque son muy pisto leras me iban a tirar un mojon vala
Aganme un tema perkines culiaos muerance muerance!
Bounce It
They're the baddest, the wildest, the ones that don’t leave any kid standing
The baddies in the game, this track's dedicated
To these fuckin' losers, man, I ain't buying their shit
Not from you, not from you, not from you, not from that son of a bitch, the whore, the skank
Fuck you, bounce it, zuzu-bounce it, elegant art, their loudspeaker
Break it down, bounce it, zuzu-bounce it, hit it hard,
Let’s get to the point, these fools think they're tough, spitting nothing
Real weak—act all hard when they're drunk but when they're
good and healthy, they clench their asses, came out of a swamp
When you just made it to the block, I was hustling in summer
Mugging Americans, listen up, worm, the humans, to you
I pulled your card with the kid, it was hand-to-hand and one arm got
Me up on stage, and it was like that, a little dude, I said, nothin' happens, no, no, my
bro, you gave me just a bunch of crap from the master, your old man, that’s you
Copycat, bounce it, zuzu-bounce it, elegant art, their loudspeaker, break it down
Bounce it, zuzu-bounce it, hit it hard, take off that mask
Zuzu-bounce it, elegant art, their loudspeaker, break it down
Bounce it, zuzu-bounce it, hit it hard, take off that mask
And they call her the machine gun woman, why don’t you just suck that
Horn, let the mic shove it up your ass, you’re looking for some shots in those big tatas,
huge shootout and they just throw
Farts, I don't believe them, recess is over, don’t eat
The bullshit in rap, the piss, pirate the piss, like I’m just handling it
Get a cm in my perimeter, the 9-millimeter's showing up
You're gonna be stiff like plaster if I see you on the stage
I throw you a hundred bucks, zuzu-bounce it, elegant art, their loudspeaker
Break it down, bounce it, zuzu-bounce it, hit it hard, take off that
Mask, zuzu-bounce it, elegant art, their loudspeaker, break it down
Bounce it, zuzu-bounce it, hit it hard, take off that mask
Remember when I jumped on stage, you were all freaked out, and now
I suffered being bad, you had tits in your eyes, terrible, looking like a punk and
Terribly knocked up, you fuckin’ fools
Say I got famous because I didn’t go perform at that
American concert, there when they booed us and hit us
With bottles, haha, the little legs, and we left
Because they were too cheap, they were gonna throw a shit bomb at me
Make me a track, you fucking punks, die, die!