Los Pibes de Las Motos
Jaja, dice, ey
El Turko al corte, y que las mechas se reporten
Dice
Turros me piden un chanteo
De Ludueña con el palabreo
Vine pa' romper el tema y nos llevamos los trofeos
Ella lo quiere al lindo no a los feos
Por eso es que me llama, sabe que yo no vuelteo
Turros me piden un chanteo
-Teo, -teo, -teo, -teo, -teo, -teo
Turros me piden un chanteo
-Teo, -teo, -teo, -teo, -teo, -teo
Turros me piden un chanteo
De Ludueña con el palabreo
Vine pa' romper el tema y nos llevamos los trofeos
Ella lo quiere al lindo no a los feos
Por eso es que me llama, sabe que yo no vuelteo
Me dijeron que te gustan los maleantes
Esos que la rompen ma, como en los tiempos de antes
Atrevido, desde chico flow de gangster
Solo hay que tener ganas de salir adelante (dice)
Somos los pibes de las motos
Acá los guachos son todos pilotos
Uno cuelga la tornado y el otro le saca foto
Pa' tirar una historia se la saben de memoria, RKT para los pibes
Mi hermano con un trucho colgando en la colectora
Va raspando la parrilla, 'tamos chelo como El Noba
Con un Lander talle M forreando la tumbadora
Por allá vienen los pibes pisteando con la X-Plora
Flow BR, como piloteando una XR
Mami vos mové la burra, dale no te aterres
El escape de mi moto tiene escrito SPR
Yo le tiró unos cortes para bajarle los berre'
Y suena blam, como la pistola blam blam
En el barrio con un corte bacán
Hacerse millo' es el plan
Tirando corte en un titán
Par de giles miran, dice
Vos subite a mi butaca, los cortes plaka plaka
Con tu pinta de bandida nos llevamos toa' la plata
Lo real siempre destaca
Siempre rocho, nunca rata
No quiero que venga nadie cuando tenga toa' la plata
Somos los pibes de las motos
Acá los guachos son todos pilotos
Uno cuelga la tornado y el otro le saca foto
Pa' tirar una historia se la saben de memoria, RKT para los pibes
Dale wacho que viene la gorra, dale, dale, corré
Subite a la moto, subite a la moto
Los ñeri' en la moto, turros que aceleran
No falta piloto, colgando una rueda
Deportivo rocho, trepando vereda
Parecen Brazucas
Los ñeri' en la moto, moto, moto
Los ñeri' en la moto, moto, moto
Los ñeri' en la moto, moto, moto
Los ñeri' en la moto, turros que aceleran
Ey, dice, el Turko al corte
Y que las mechas se reportan
Tincho DJ
De Ludueña para el mundo, perro
Ya saben
The Guys on the Motorcycles
Haha, he says, hey
El Turko with the fade, and let the girls show up
He says
The guys ask me for a freestyle
From Ludueña with the wordplay
I came to break the song and we take the trophies
She wants the handsome one, not the ugly ones
That's why she calls me, she knows I don't turn around
The guys ask me for a freestyle
-Teo, -teo, -teo, -teo, -teo, -teo
The guys ask me for a freestyle
-Teo, -teo, -teo, -teo, -teo, -teo
The guys ask me for a freestyle
From Ludueña with the wordplay
I came to break the song and we take the trophies
She wants the handsome one, not the ugly ones
That's why she calls me, she knows I don't turn around
They told me you like the bad boys
Those who break it, like in the old days
Bold, gangster flow since I was a kid
You just have to want to move forward (he says)
We are the guys on the motorcycles
Here the kids are all pilots
One hangs the tornado and the other takes a picture
To tell a story, they know it by heart, RKT for the guys
My brother with a fake one hanging on the side
He's scraping the grill, we're cool like El Noba
With a Lander size M messing around with the drum
Here come the guys racing with the X-Plora
Flow BR, like piloting an XR
Mami, move the donkey, come on, don't be scared
The exhaust of my bike has SPR written on it
I throw some cuts to lower the revs
And it sounds blam, like the gun blam blam
In the neighborhood with a cool fade
Becoming a millionaire is the plan
Throwing cuts on a Titan
A couple of fools look, he says
Get on my seat, the cuts plaka plaka
With your bandit look we take all the money
The real always stands out
Always thug, never rat
I don't want anyone to come when I have all the money
We are the guys on the motorcycles
Here the kids are all pilots
One hangs the tornado and the other takes a picture
To tell a story, they know it by heart, RKT for the guys
Come on dude, the cops are coming, come on, run
Get on the bike, get on the bike
The guys on the bikes, thugs accelerating
No lack of pilots, hanging a wheel
Sporty thug, climbing the sidewalk
They look like Brazilians
The guys on the bikes, bikes, bikes
The guys on the bikes, bikes, bikes
The guys on the bikes, bikes, bikes
The guys on the bikes, thugs accelerating
Hey, he says, El Turko with the fade
And let the girls show up
Tincho DJ
From Ludueña to the world, dog
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