MALIANTEO 420 (Volumen 2) (part. DT.Bilardo)
Ah, ahora sí, bro
Va de vuelta
Eh
Bilardo está en el beat, oh
Ando caminando en los pasillo', me mantengo sencillo
Real antes que chorro entre comilla'
El que subestimaba lo corrimo' pa' la orilla
Ya estaban más que quemado' y dimo' vuelta la tortilla
No me engancho en la gilada que me persiguen lo' gile'
No me gusta el caretaje, eso' no encajan con los pibe'
Yo no rancho con modelo', ando con la wacha del barrio
Yo no quiero hacerme cheto, quiеro hacerme millonario
A ve', vamo' dirеcto al dato, vamo' a ver ¿cómo te explico?
Los gato' siempre son gato' y los perro' somos la nota
Acá se hace lo que se puede pero siempre estamo' al mando
Si en tu barrio no te quieren, ¿de qué mafia está' hablando?
Y bueno, ¿qué le vamo' a hace'?
Uno' vino' Lidera', y otro vino a Obedece'
Siempre ando volado, compa, nunca aterricé
Mucho' quieren darme fin pero no saben que ni siquiera empecé
Yo tranquilo, vos nervioso, peligroso de novela
Yo ando puesto pa'l negocio, sigiloso y con cautela
Que no se pongan celoso' si se vienen con los piola'
Por favor, no me comparen, yo no soy como esas lora'
Esto' pichone' no salieron de la cáscara
Ya le' saqué la máscara, andá, avísale a tu papá
Que acá ya llegó el tatara, que son todo' unos títere'
Y que ninguno baja pa' acá donde estamo' los verdadero'
Ñeri' de la clicka
420 pa' los negro', retumbando en la bocina
Me sube la adrenalina, gata turra y gata fina
Tomando vino en la esquina, lo' cheto' ni se imaginan
Espera que me resbale, pero nunca patiné
Mirá que te como, como el Dibu Martínez
Soy un arma de doble filo, yo te clavo cinco al hilo
No me venga' a hablar de estilo, que los tengo de pupilo
Mis compa' son re ninja, pero no samurái
Gaucho de la lleca, compa, puro sapucay
Cuando ando por España dicen que me voy de guay
Siempre llevo una pipa y a vece' no es la de Nike
Así que sabelo, wey, es la que hay
No te asuste', que estamo' light
Ando tranquilo fumando un bonsái
Sin fantasmear, para eso te lo dejo al Zaramay
Que se hace el chorro y esta zarpado en botón
No te me haga' el tumbero si no sali' del buzón
No hagas cartel con los juguete' que despué' tu mama llora
¿En serio tene' 27? Eso me da vergüenza ajena
Te hace falta aprender mucho pa' representar a lo' wacho'
Un verdadero corta trucho' nunca habla mal de su barrio
Me nombró la ex presidente, y aunque fuera innecesario
Yo demuestro mi respeto y respeto le falta a vario'
Eso no es flow de los '90, puro invento de uno que sueña ser gangster
Una falta de respeto a los maleante' de verda'
Aflojale al GTA y dejá la ciencia ficción
Si te fuiste de Argentina es por no bancar la presión
No sos artista, sos un chiste, pa' la compe no te da el aguante
La envidia te achica y la humilda' me hace gigante
De wachín que voy pa'lante, solo y sin nombra' a mi gente
Merezco to' lo que tengo, dicen: Por ser buena gente
Eh, vo' so' el jefe de lo' fantasma' y el gato de los mandado'
So' el que pagó a la' prosti', a los vago', a la gorra y al abogado que te andaba buscando
Afuera te haces el mafioso y adentro vivía' llorando
Y lo payaso se te nota desde acá a dosciento' metro'
Me quisiste amenazar con la foto de mi registro
Diciendo que tenés metra' te comiste el medio metro
Disculpa, no te entendí, pasa que hablas como un concheto
En dale playa ya me conocen, saben que soy piola, vago
Diferente a vo' y tu manager con berretín prestado
A esta altura estoy pensando que los do' están emigrado'
Por contar la de él Padrino cuando los tienen de ahijado'
Eh, jeje
Sin miedo al éxito
Corta, ¿eh?
DT. Bilardo
Cumbia 420 pa' los negro' (ah, ahora sí, bro)
L-Gante, ¿qué es lo que?
Maxi El Brother, pa'
Pah
L-Gante, perro, ¿que es lo que? (eh)
Eh
Acá contamo' la de verda'
Bilardo está en el beat, oh
MALIANTEO 420 (Volume 2) (feat. DT.Bilardo)
Oh yeah now bro
It's coming back
Hey
Bilardo is on the beat, oh
I walk in the hallways, I keep it simple
Real before jet in quotes'
He who underestimated ran him to the shore
They were already more than burned and we turned the tables
I don't get hooked on the gilada that the 'gile' chase me
I don't like the mask, it doesn't fit with the kids
I don't ranch with a model, I go with the neighborhood wacha
I don't want to become rich, I want to become a millionaire
Let's go, let's go straight to the data, let's see, how do I explain it to you?
Cats are always cats and dogs are the note
Here we do what we can but we are always in charge
If they don't want you in your neighborhood, what mafia are you talking about?
Well, what are we going to do?
One came to Lead, and another came to Obey
I'm always flying, buddy, I never landed
They really want to end me but they don't know that I didn't even start
I'm calm, you're nervous, you're a dangerous novel
I am set for business, stealthy and cautious
Don't get jealous if they come with the piola
Please don't compare me, I'm not like those lora'
This pigeon did not come out of the shell
I already took off his mask, go ahead, tell your dad
That the great one has already arrived here, that they are all 'puppets'
And that no one comes down here where the real ones are
Ñeri' from the clicka
420 for the blacks, booming on the horn
My adrenaline goes up, crazy cat and fine cat
Drinking wine on the corner, you can't even imagine how cool it is
Expect me to slip but I never skid
Look how I eat you, like Dibu Martínez
I'm a double-edged sword, I'll give you five in a row
Don't come and talk to me about style, because I have you as a pupil
My friends are ninjas, but not samurai
Gaucho of the lleca, compa, pure sapucay
When I walk around Spain they say I look cool
I always carry a pipe and sometimes it's not the Nike one
So know it, wow, it is what it is
Don't be scared, we're light
I walk calmly smoking a bonsai
Without fantasizing, for that I leave it to Zaramay
That the jet is made and it is set sail in a button
Don't bother me if it doesn't come out of the mailbox
Don't make a poster with the toys that later your mother cries
Are you seriously 27? That makes me ashamed
You need to learn a lot to represent the wacho
A true trout cutter never speaks ill of his neighborhood
The former president appointed me, and even if it was unnecessary
I show my respect and respect is lacking in several'
That's not flow from the '90s, a pure invention of someone who dreams of being a gangster
A lack of respect for real criminals
Slow down on GTA and leave the science fiction behind
If you left Argentina it is because you did not bank the pressure
You're not an artist, you're a joke, the competition doesn't give you the stamina
Envy makes you smaller and humility makes me giant
Of course I'm going forward, alone and without naming my people
I deserve everything I have, they say: For being good people
Hey, you're the boss of the ghost and the cat of the errands
So' the one who paid the' prosti', the lazy ones', the cap and the lawyer who was looking for you
Outside you act like a gangster and inside you lived crying
And you can see how clownish you are from here, two hundred meters away
You tried to threaten me with the photo of my registration
Saying that you have a meter, you ate half a meter
Sorry, I didn't understand you, you talk like a idiot
In dale playa they already know me, they know that I am cool, lazy
Different from you and your manager with a borrowed berretín
At this point I'm thinking that both of them have emigrated
For telling about his Godfather when they have him as a godson'
Hey, hehe
Without fear of success
Cut, huh?
DT. Bilardo
Cumbia 420 for the blacks (ah, now yes, bro)
L-Ghent, what is it?
Maxi El Brother, pa'
Pah
L-Ghent, dog, what is it? (Hey)
Hey
Here we tell the real one
Bilardo is on the beat, oh