TU TAITA
Malianteo, palabreo, escuela flaite
La ficha, el malianteo, palabreo, escuela flaite
Malianteo, palabreo, escuela flaite
La ficha, el malianteo, palabreo, escuela flaite
Ja, jajajaja, prr
Ah, el 23, el twenty-three
Loji, yo soy tu taita, el 23 (hijo 'e la perra)
De hacer palo' no pararé
Loji, yo soy tu taita, el 23
De hacer palo' no pararé
To' lo que escribo es palo, palo, palo (puros palo')
Toa' las babie' piden palo, palo (puros palo', conchetumare)
Pa' los gile' tengo un palo, palo, palo
To' lo quе tiro es palo, palo, palo
Cuan-Cuan-Cuando me tienеn de frente, ninguno tira pa'lante
Yo en tiempo récord los detono al instante
Me compré un R, el mata elefante'
La ficha, el malianteo, palabreo, escuela flaite
Lo que ganan al mes yo me lo gasto en calceta'
Loji, vo' soi' maleta
Desengüetá', van a ponerse la de atleta
Cuando vean la punta de la glopeta asomándose por la ventana
Aquí puro' bandío' de pana', monrra, pistolazo y mexicana
Free pa' to' el ladronaje que 'tá haciendo mese' en cana
Loji, yo soy tu taita, el 23 (hijo 'e la perra)
De hacer palo' no pararé
Loji, yo soy tu taita, el 23
De hacer palo' no pararé
To' lo que escribo es palo, palo, palo (puros palo')
Toa' las babie' piden palo, palo (puros palo', conchetumare)
Pa' los gile' tengo un palo, palo, palo
To' lo que tiro es palo, palo, palo
Malianteo, palabreo, escuela flaite
La ficha, el malianteo, palabreo, escuela flaite
Malianteo, palabreo, escuela flaite
La ficha, el malianteo, palabreo, escuela flaite
Your Daddy
Hustling, talking tough, street school
The crew, the hustling, talking tough, street school
Hustling, talking tough, street school
The crew, the hustling, talking tough, street school
Ha, hahaha, bang
Ah, the 23, the twenty-three
Yo, I'm your daddy, the 23 (son of a bitch)
I won't stop making moves
Yo, I'm your daddy, the 23
I won't stop making moves
Everything I write is fire, fire, fire (pure fire)
All the girls want fire, fire (pure fire, motherfucker)
For the fools, I got fire, fire, fire
Everything I drop is fire, fire, fire
Quack-quack-when they face me, none step up
I blow them up in record time
I bought an R, the elephant killer
The crew, the hustling, talking tough, street school
What they earn in a month, I spend on kicks
Yo, you’re a joke
Get ready, they’re gonna put on their game face
When they see the tip of the gun peeking through the window
Here, it’s all homies, no joke, gunshots and Mexicans
Free for all the thievery that’s been going on in jail
Yo, I'm your daddy, the 23 (son of a bitch)
I won't stop making moves
Yo, I'm your daddy, the 23
I won't stop making moves
Everything I write is fire, fire, fire (pure fire)
All the girls want fire, fire (pure fire, motherfucker)
For the fools, I got fire, fire, fire
Everything I drop is fire, fire, fire
Hustling, talking tough, street school
The crew, the hustling, talking tough, street school
Hustling, talking tough, street school
The crew, the hustling, talking tough, street school