ALGO BONITO (part. Ivy Queen)
Cada vez que tiran los cañones
Se pone pesada mi artillería
A todo el que me ataque lo devoro
Como leona de cacería
Ya me tienen las huevas hinchadas
Si protesto me llaman subversiva
Y sé que mi rabia te incomoda
Porque sé que me prefieres compasiva
Suena ese llamado que despierta
Que nos libera el peso de encima
A ese mostro le tiemblan las piernas
Sabe que su derrumbe se aproxima
Se soltaron ya
Las yeguas del campo
Bajando cuestas
Curás de espanto
Lágrimas secas
Y sin quebranto
Grito que se vuelve canto
Dime algo bonito
Quiero escuchar algo bonito
Dime algo bonito
Quiero escuchar algo bonito
Dime algo bonito
Quiero escuchar algo bonito
Dime algo bonito
Quiero escuchar algo bonito
Más vale que las palabras lindas te rindan
O por mi descendencia y los ovarios que me guindan
Me importa poco de lo que me tildan
Nunca he creído que callaíta me veo mas linda
Cuando escupo es como fuego y ácido
Se ve que tu palabreo es como tú de flácido
Yo los mato rápido
El ritmo decapito
Yo chambeo y pla pla
Es automático
Yo nunca me la voy a dejar montar
Si es grande tu ego el mío es de tamaño colosal
Y la cobertura es intercontinental
Yo que tu camino por la marginal
(It's the rude gyal)
Se soltaron ya
Las yeguas del campo
Aquí no hay llanto
Hablamos con encanto
Melaza Pura
Yerba del campo
Tengo el sofrito que te gusta tanto
Dime algo bonito
Quiero escuchar algo bonito
Dime algo bonito
Quiero escuchar algo bonito
Dime algo bonito
Quiero escuchar algo bonito
Dime algo bonito
Quiero escuchar algo bonito
Dime algo bonito
Quiero escuchar algo bonito (algo bonito papá)
Dime algo bonito (suavecito)
Quiero escuchar algo bonito
Dime algo bonito
Quiero escuchar algo bonito (ya tu sabe papá)
Dime algo bonito
Quiero escuchar algo bonito
Ivy Queen, la caballota
La perra, la diva y la potra
A mí tú me hablas bonito ¿Ok?
SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL (feat. Ivy Queen)
Every time the cannons are fired
My artillery gets heavy
I devour anyone who attacks me
Like a lioness on the hunt
My balls are swollen
If I protest, they call me subversive
And I know my anger bothers you
Because I know you prefer me compassionate
That call sounds that wakes us up
That frees us from the weight above
That monster's legs tremble
He knows his collapse is approaching
The mares of the field have been released
Going down slopes
Healers of fear
Dry tears
And unbroken
A scream that turns into song
Tell me something nice
I want to hear something nice
Tell me something nice
I want to hear something nice
Tell me something nice
I want to hear something nice
Tell me something nice
I want to hear something nice
It's better that pretty words surrender to you
For my offspring and the ovaries that hang on me
I care little about what they label me
I have never believed that I look prettier when silent
When I spit it's like fire and acid
It seems that your talk is as flaccid as you
I kill them quickly
I decapitate the rhythm
I work and pla pla
It's automatic
I will never let myself be ridden
If your ego is big, mine is colossal
And the coverage is intercontinental
If I were you, I'd walk the marginal
(It's the rude gyal)
The mares of the field have been released
There's no crying here
We speak with charm
Pure molasses
Field herb
I have the seasoning you like so much
Tell me something nice
I want to hear something nice
Tell me something nice
I want to hear something nice
Tell me something nice
I want to hear something nice
Tell me something nice
I want to hear something nice
Tell me something nice
I want to hear something nice (something nice, daddy)
Tell me something nice (softly)
I want to hear something nice
Tell me something nice
I want to hear something nice (you already know, daddy)
Tell me something nice
I want to hear something nice
Ivy Queen, the big horsewoman
The bitch, the diva, and the filly
You speak nicely to me, okay?