CHETO$ VS TURRO$ (part. Alejo Isakk)
Mándale mecha, ñeri
¿Qué saben los cheto' de los turro'? Yo nunca me aburro
A la gata la perreo, la secuestro contra el muro
Si tiene alta burra pa' lo oscuro la capturo
Yo te grito en la cara, yo no ando con susurro
El que má' conoce el barrio, pero el meno' conocido
No entienden el mambo y por eso 'tán dolido'
Díganle a esto' pichone' que vuelvan para su nido
Te apagamo' el Auto-Tune, es que andamo' a todo ritmo
Hagan caso
Pa' las rocha' beso' y pa' los gile' rafagazo'
Rescaté cincuenta mil, pero en la vereda descalzo
Ando con sicariona', pero ni a palo me caso
Siempre rompiendo tarima, ya tú sabe, no descanso
Y dale, turra, ponte, ese toto rompe
Que con el Calle acá le re damo' pa'l corte
Si no tiene culo que menee ese escote
Dale, dale, turra, nos fuimo' a fuegote
Esto es música pa' gangster'
Rompimo' de local, imagínate de visitante
Que la vo' a pone' pa'trá, 'magínate pa'lante
De la calle pa' la calle, atentamente los cantante'
El Calle te re suena
Y el Alejo te retumba
La Banda de los Millone' 'perando que se confundan
Ahora juego en primera y sigo con mi segunda
Brrr, si la morocha desenfunda
Es que la noche está piola
Pa' encontra' una turra que 'té perreando sola
Le echa la culpa al alcohol cuando ella se descontrola
RKT, que se rescaten, pa' que muevan la cola
Caigo para el party, la más popu' dice "hola"
Esto es pa' la turra, la cheta
Mi barrio se respeta
Ando deportivo, flow atleta
Hoy me puse coqueto pa' buscar a mi coqueta
Nosotros somos el combo de los rompe discoteca'
Tengo una plástica, semiautomática
Sé que con el tiempo despué' será mi fanática
La mía es única, se viste angelical
Abusadora y matadora, quiere cristinear
Ella es mi gatita, si sale grita
En la esquina no hay corralón, pero hay mucha cal
También un Chacal, tiene cinco de sal
Que no son de sal, saben que hoy se sale
Y que to' se vale
Suenan parecido
O son todo' iguale', la re concha de su madre
7-2-3
Alejo Isakk
Atentamente
La Banda de los Millone'
¿Qué? Atentamente
¡La Banda de los Millone'!
Vamo' que nos fuimo'
CHETO$ VS TURRO$ (part. Alejo Isakk)
Send him a wick, ñeri
What do the cheto' know about the turro'? I never get bored
I twitch the cat, I kidnap her against the wall
If she has a tall donkey for the dark, I'll capture her
I shout in your face, I don't whisper
The one who knows the neighborhood the most, but the least known
They don't understand the mambo and that's why 'it hurts'
Tell this pigeon to return to its nest
We'll turn off the Auto-Tune, we're just going at full speed
Take heed
For the rocha' kiss' and for the gile' gust'
I rescued fifty thousand, but on the sidewalk barefoot
I'm with a hitwoman, but I don't even get married
Always breaking floorboards, you know, I don't rest
And come on, turra, get on, that toto breaks
That with the Street here we give him pa'l court
If you don't have an ass, let that neckline shake
Come on, come on, turra, we went to hell
This is gangster music
We broke as a local, imagine as a visitor
That I'm going to put it back, imagine yourself forward
From the street to the street, yours sincerely the singers
The Street resonates with you
And Alejo resonates with you
The Millionaire Gang' 'hoping they get confused
Now I play in first and continue with my second
Brrr, if the brunette draws her holster
It's just that the night is cool
To find a guy who's playing alone
He blames alcohol when she loses control
RKT, let them rescue themselves, so they can move their tails
I go to the party, the most popu' says "hello"
This is for the turra, the cheta
My neighborhood is respected
I walk sporty, flow athlete
Today I got flirty to look for my flirt
We are the combo of the disco breakers'
I have a plastic, semi-automatic
I know that with time later she will be my fan
Mine is unique, she dresses angelically
Abuser and killer, she wants to christen
She is my kitten, if she comes out she screams
There is no corralón on the corner, but there is a lot of lime
Also a Jackal, has five salt
They are not made of salt, they know that today they come out
And what's worth it
They sound similar
Or are they all 'equal', their mother's new shell
7-2-3
Alejo Isakk
Sincerely
The Million' Gang
That? Sincerely
The Million' Gang!
Come on, we left
Escrita por: Callejero Fino, Alejo Isakk