K y B (part. Morad)
Beny hace los destrozo' (Coleta vestido de Italy)
Compañero de calabozo (Firmando yo no tuve boli)
Un saludo a mi Boli-Boli (A los que se están viviendo peli')
Como las de Scary Movie (Pero solo es Teletubbie)
Mi colega el nombre Mba (Fuga que sacamos a pie)
No digo nombre', no se nombra (A los que en sombra' siguen en pie)
El que dudó que aquí se esconda (Malo por decir la tunda)
Por eso ha llega'o tu tanda (Abrígate que no hay bufanda)
No corrеmo' pero hay banda (Familiar organizada)
De nada aquí se pilla (Porqué tú no vale' nada)
Cien kilómetro' Beny copi' (Tiran y solo ere' la copi)
Beny con el chándal de Kappa (Duda que nada de eso quepa)
No fronteamo' nunca de piquete (Veterano usa soplete')
A la hora del gabinete (Hacía la de Chanquete)
No tengo contacto' con mafia (Tampoco de África)
Porque tengo un niño que te tira (Pero puede que a ti te pique)
Defensa mejor que el Piqué (Y tú pa' mí da' penica)
No sé por qué te pica'
Tiran, pero porque se pican-pican-pican-pican-pican
Tiran, pero porque no llegan-llegan-llegan-llegan-llegan
Tiran, pero porque se pican-pican-pican-pican- pican
Tiran, pero porque no llegan-llegan-llegan-llegan-llegan
Koa' qué está pasando, estoy cansado, ya han da'o la siete
El Roque dice que ya está harto y el 2001 no se mete
Meto este último—, y manda a alguien en Corvette
Y que no me están hablando de paga'o, si no, se le hace un boquete
Seguro que están tirando y seguro están imitando
Ando con el Morad montado en un biturbo, yo paseando
Dis-disturbio si ya jugamo', yo la toco como el Iniesta
Por la banda entrando Mustafa, Ilias partiendo la defensa (Pu-pu)
En el campo con el Gafia yo me siento algo incomparable
Si hay guerra seguro sale y no sabe ni artes marciale'
Si lleva la 9 puede ser que para él tú ya bailes
No hay respeto a subnormales y de mí hablan unos pares
Bush-bush, y salimo' dispara'o
Tre' motore', ya va perfecto, cuatro es algo exagera'o
Bush-bush-bush-bush, y no sabes qué ha pasado' o
Los de— 'tán furiosos porque hemo' salido moja'os (Oh-oh; uh-oh)
Tiran, pero porque se pican-pican-pican-pican-pican (Jajaja)
Tiran, pero nunca no' llegan-llegan-llegan-llegan-llegan
Tiran, pero porque se pican-pican-pican-pican-pican
Tiran, pero nunca no' llegan-llegan-llegan-llegan-llegan
No, no, no, no (No hay protección)
No hay protección, no hay protección (Oye, oye)
Dímelo, Koala, dímelo, Koala
SHB
K and B (feat. Morad)
Beny wreaks havoc (Ponytail dressed in Italy)
Cellmate (I didn't have a pen to sign)
Greetings to my Boli-Boli (To those living a movie)
Like those in Scary Movie (But it's just Teletubbie)
My buddy named Mba (Escape we made on foot)
I don't say names, they're not named (To those in the shadows still standing)
The one who doubted hiding here (Bad for saying the beating)
That's why your turn has come (Bundle up, there's no scarf)
We don't run but there's a gang (Organized family)
Here you get nothing (Because you're worth nothing)
Beny copies a hundred kilometers (They throw and you're just a copy)
Beny in a Kappa tracksuit (Doubt that fits any of that)
We never front with a picket (Veteran uses a blowtorch)
At the time of the cabinet (Doing the Chanquete)
I have no contacts with the mafia (Not even from Africa)
Because I have a kid who shoots you (But maybe you'll itch)
Defense better than Piqué (And you give me pity)
I don't know why it bothers you
They throw, but because they get mad-mad-mad-mad-mad
They throw, but because they don't arrive-arrive-arrive-arrive-arrive
They throw, but because they get mad-mad-mad-mad-mad
They throw, but because they don't arrive-arrive-arrive-arrive-arrive
What's going on, I'm tired, they've already given the seven
El Roque says he's had enough and 2001 doesn't get involved
I put this last one—, and send someone in a Corvette
And they're not talking about paying, otherwise a hole will be made
Surely they're throwing and surely they're imitating
I'm with Morad riding in a biturbo, just strolling
Disturbance if we're already playing, I touch it like Iniesta
Mustafa entering the field, Ilias breaking the defense (Pu-pu)
In the field with Gafia I feel something incomparable
If there's war, he'll surely come out and doesn't even know martial arts
If he wears the number 9, you might already be dancing for him
There's no respect for idiots and a few talk about me
Bush-bush, and we come out shooting
Three engines, it's already perfect, four is something exaggerated
Bush-bush-bush-bush, and you don't know what happened
Those from— are furious because we came out wet (Oh-oh; uh-oh)
They throw, but because they get mad-mad-mad-mad-mad (Hahaha)
They throw, but they never reach us-arrive-arrive-arrive-arrive
They throw, but because they get mad-mad-mad-mad-mad
They throw, but they never reach us-arrive-arrive-arrive-arrive
No, no, no, no (There's no protection)
There's no protection, there's no protection (Hey, hey)
Tell me, Koala, tell me, Koala
SHB