Tumbando El Club (remix) (part. C.R.O, Obiewanshot, Ysy A, Cazzu, Khea, Lucho SSJ, Coqeéin Montana, Marcianos Crew y Duki)
Y ahora todos tiran beef
Yo los vi, son más de dos
Pero eso no es trap, manito
Trap es mi negro en prisión
Trap no son tus putas
Trap es mi equipo tumbando el club
Tumbando el club, ey
Tumbando el club, ey
Tumbando el club, ey
Tumbando el club, ey
Ya saben todos, nos llevamo' el 2026
Tumbando el club, ey
Tumbando el club, ey
Trap no son tus putas
Trap es mi equipo tumbando el club (C.R.O)
Puta, entro escupiendo pura adrenalina
Vaciando tinta en la esquina
Garchando con la má' fina
Mirando mal al que mira
Tirándole al que me tira
Navego entre toa' la mierda
Negro, no quiero tu cima
Así que rap, perra, fresh, perra
Sé muy bien que me querés tener, perra
Tres perras me esperan
Creo que una era tu mujer, nigga
Next, nigga, ¿ves, nigga?
Tu grupo nunca lo va a valer, nigga
Mentiras te tiran
Mis putas ya saben como es, nigga
Tira beef, pero no dispara
No es un G, se le ve en la cara
Lo que tengo no son caramelo'
Por eso sabe que el precio nunca baja
Ahora estoy metido en el estudio (trabajando)
Planto en marzo, corto en junio (todo el año)
Con mi negro facturando
Tu puta enterada, quiere estar tumbando
Y yo no lo digo, lo dice la calle
Ando con la Barbie, mantenete escondido (la del silenciador)
Lo' tengo aprendiendo hasta cuando no escribo, así es como vivo (como vivo)
Como dice Nicky: La combi completa, la tengo tumbando el club (combi completa)
Entre el barrio y el alcohol (el barrio y el humo)
Wacho' sin nada que contar
Queriendo presumir
Papel de colore' y firma' de autogra'
Hasta ahora, tumbando no' fuimo'
My trapper' llevados, el doble del gear
My trappers and feats son la cara del siglo
Llegan al club lo' que odian dormir
Y el after del after se hace infinito
Tumbé la tableta en el quinto
Dejá la concheta en el limbo
Sin Lambo' y con una bebé de mi' brazo', de ningún pecado resisto
Mandé ubicación y me quiere encontrar
Cartucho' no' sobran para disparar
La promo' e' real, yo si no no le insisto
Un precio tan bajo, che, nunca había visto
Eh, ando en la trampa con Tony
Distribucione' desde west
Hacen que no pierdan on me
No hay llanto pa' lo de ayer
Qué, qué, qué
Actitud y estilo, que tumbamo' el club
Nada de eso e' tuyo, así que dámelo
Las ex 'e mi chico van a verme al show
¿Quién va a discutir que la jefa soy yo?
Ese loji 'ta batiendo y no es double cup
Yo creo que es vigilante like Robocop
Está hablando de mi estilo, de mi tumbao'
Le puedo tumbá' la wacha que tiene al lao'
Qué lo qué, lo qué, lo que tiene e' miedo
La nena va a quedarse con su trofeo
Yo te lo avisé, y no me miren feo
Vo' viajando en tren y yo en un trineo
Ice, ice
Tengo resuelta la trampa
Bye, bye
Eso' negro' no son gangsta
Nice, nice
Terminó pidiendo basta
Mucho Fast and Furious, y en meno' 'e la mitad
Todo' ya se quedaron sin nafta
Y ahora todos tiran beef
Yo los vi, son más de dos
Pero eso no es trap, manito
Trap es mi negro en prisión
Trap no son tus putas
Trap es mi equipo tumbando el club
Tumbando el club, ey
Tumbando el club, ey
Tumbando el club, ey
Tumbando el club, ey
Ya saben todos, nos llevamo' el 2026
Tumbando el club, yeh
Tumbando el club, yeh
Ya saben todo', somo' lo' nene' pegao' en el game
Tumbando el club tamo', eh
Andamo' todo' rayao'
Tumba la casa, estamo', eh
Loco, luce' alborotao', yeah
Me sale ser blessed
Pese a quien le pese
Rompemo' lo' party, yeh (con los ojo' colorao')
Tumbando el club tamo', yeh
El cuello 'e hielo rosa'o
Tumba la casa, tamo'
Mami, ese flow no e' copiao'
Tu puta en cuatro me dice pega'o
La anda buscando, tá' desespera'o
Tumbando el club tamo'
Nene, acá hoy no no' has encallao'
Yo escupo fame, no tengo una forty
Con cara tatuada, feel Duko y El Tony
Entrando a la disco con flow Al Capone
Si quieren el plug, no' tiran un callin'
Súbelo, baja lo que hay dentro como siempre
Préndelo y pásalo que ya son cuatro y veinte
Ando en el club, endemoniao' con mi' demente'
Con Tony Montana, padrino por referente
Y aunque ello' pregunten por mí
En la calle estoy clean, por mí ya no recen
Aunque con nada salí
Nací pobre, muero rich
No me importa a quien le pese
En 2016, yo tenía catorce
Mi' negro' tumbaban el club desde entonce'
Blessed de chico, de ustede' yo no sé
0-600, subime la' voce'
Fuck a esas putas del trap
Sé que les tiembla para disparar
Lo suyo e' vender, lo nuestro e' robar
Free gordo valor, fuck Chapo Guzmán
Y yo qué sé, si no entiendo nada
Fumo pa' olvidar y no pensar nada
Mejor cállate y no me diga' nada
Wacho, no te zarpés, sé tus coordenada'
Lo' wacho' del barrio no consumen molly
Acá hay vino, pritty y rivotril
Si Gucci es tu santo, está' equivocado
Acá le rezamo' al Gauchito Gil
Mi cintita roja lista pa' la envidia
Por si me quiere frenar el civil
Me revisa, no me encuentra nada
Me río en su cara, ya la consumí, ey
Que sigo ganando
Que sigo rompiendo
Y partiendo tu club, club, club
Me mira eta' wacha, quiere otra cadena
Soy Héctor Lavoe, -voe, -voe
Siempre te regala, pero el bingo no
Sólo pa' lo mío yo te digo sí
Tamo' como nuevo', ¿no me ve', jamón?
Quiere que le firme con mi nombre a él
Que tamo' en el club, comiendo del club
Viviendo del club, club, club
Con lo' wacho' a full, con la wacha a full
Mirá toa' esta crew, -ew, na'
Ah, todo' me regalan pero quiero más
Siempre te lo dije: Voy sin trabajar
Ella no me quiere, no me importa na'
Viene' lo millone' pa' tumbar el club
Llego a la disco con un cadenón
Con cara de nada fumándome un blunt
Tu puta sabe quién soy
Sabe que vine a tumbar el club
No paro 'e mirarla, tiene un caderón
No me diga': Aguante el calentón
Su novio no es un matón
Para mí, que es un bobolón, che
Pasao' de ki como Goku
Con mucha weed, con do' cu'
Si preguntan, tengo el plug
Má' fácil que a-e-i-o-u (0-600 en el track)
Son la nota, la nota
Son la nota, la nota
Lo' mío' le venden a lo' que lo' tuyo' le compran
Pasao' de ki como Goku (no me extraña)
Con mucha weed, con do' cu' (do' culo')
Si preguntan, tengo el plug
Má' fácil que a-e-i-o-u (0-600 en el track)
Son la nota, la nota
Son la nota, la nota (Tony)
Lo' mío' le venden a lo' que lo' tuyo' le compran (sí, ey, sí, ¡Duko!)
Llegó el momento de decir la verdad
Tengo un par de hijos por toda la ciudad
Simón dice que te ponga a bailar
Así que mueve tu pull-up, pull-up, apriétale al clack
You bitch, ronrroneando en el medio
Mirá como sacude, se parece un salero
Please, southside, quítamelo del medio
Ya nos cargamos el año, evitensé un daño serio, que-
Están perseguido'
Me chupan la sangre, parecen vampiros
Dame dos disparos que tiro
Me chupan el flow, ya me tienen podrido
Estoy cómodo, esos no son trap, nigga, son homeboys
Trap no es tu puta girando como un trompo
Trap es mi negro ahí encerrado
Apuñalado con un pedazo de vidrio de un espejo roto
Y ahora todos tiran beef
Yo los vi, son más de dos
Pero eso no es trap, manito
Trap es mi negro en prisión
Trap no son tus putas
Trap es mi equipo tumbando el club
Tumbando el club, ey
Tumbando el club, ey
Tumbando el club, ey
Tumbando el club, ey
Ya saben todos, nos llevamo' el 2026
Tumbando el club, ey
Tumbando el club, ey
Trap no son tus putas
Trap es mi equipo tumbando el club
Knocking Down The Club (remix) (feat. C.R.O, Obiewanshot, Ysy A, Cazzu, Khea, Lucho SSJ, Coqeéin Montana, Marcianos Crew and Duki)
And now everyone throws beef
I saw them, there are more than two
But that's not trap, manito
Trap is my black in prison
Trap are not your whores
Trap is my team knocking down the club
Knocking down the club, hey
Knocking down the club, hey
Knocking down the club, hey
Knocking down the club, hey
You all know, we'll take 2026
Knocking down the club, hey
Knocking down the club, hey
Trap are not your whores
Trap is my team knocking down the club (CRO)
Whore, I come in spitting pure adrenaline
Pouring ink in the corner
Garchando with the finest
Looking badly at the one who looks
Throwing at the one who throws at me
I navigate through all the shit
black I don't want your top
So rap, bitch, fresh, bitch
I know very well that you want to have me, bitch
Three bitches are waiting for me
I think one was your woman, nigga
Next, nigga, see, nigga?
Your group ain't never gonna be worth it, nigga
lies they throw at you
My bitches already know what it's like, nigga
It shoots beef, but it doesn't shoot
It's not a G, you can see it in the face
What I have is not candy'
That's why you know the price never goes down
Now I'm in the studio (working)
I plant in March, cut in June (all year)
With my black billing
Your bitch knows, she wants to be laying down
And I'm not saying it, the street says it
I go with the Barbie, stay hidden (the one with the silencer)
I've been learning it even when I'm not writing, that's how I live (how I live)
As Nicky says: The complete combo, I have it knocking down the club (complete combo)
Between the neighborhood and the alcohol (the neighborhood and the smoke)
Wacho' without anything to tell
wanting to show off
Colored paper and autograph signature
Until now, we didn't go down
My trapper' taken away, double the gear
My trappers and feats are the face of the century
Those who hate sleeping come to the club
And the after of the after becomes infinite
I put the tablet down on the fifth
Leave the shell in limbo
Without Lambo' and with a baby on my' arm', I resist no sin
I sent location and he wants to find me
There are not enough cartridges to shoot
The promo is real, otherwise I won't insist
Such a low price, hey, I've never seen
Hey, I'm in the trap with Tony
Distribution from west
They make sure they don't lose on me
There is no crying for yesterday
What what what
Attitude and style, we knocked down the club
None of that is yours, so give it to me
My boy's exes are going to see me at the show
Who is going to argue that I am the boss?
That loji' is beating and it's not a double cup
I think it's vigilante like Robocop
He's talking about my style, my tumbao'
I can knock down the wacha that he has next to him
What what, what what, what's scary
The girl is going to keep her trophy
I warned you, and don't look at me ugly
You're traveling by train and I'm on a sleigh
Ice, ice
I have solved the trap
Bye, bye
Those 'black' are not gangsta
Nice nice
He ended up asking for enough
A lot of Fast and Furious, and at least half of it
Everything' they already ran out of gasoline
And now everyone throws beef
I saw them, there are more than two
But that's not trap, manito
Trap is my black in prison
Trap are not your whores
Trap is my team knocking down the club
Knocking down the club, hey
Knocking down the club, hey
Knocking down the club, hey
Knocking down the club, hey
You all know, we'll get to 2026
Knocking down the club, yeh
Knocking down the club, yeh
You already know everything, we're the coolest baby in the game
Knocking down the tamo club, eh
We're all scratchy
Take down the house, we're here, eh
Crazy, look crazy, yeah
I get to be blessed
Despite who gets upset
We break the party, yeh (with red eyes)
Knocking down the tamo club, yeh
The neck 'and pink ice'o
Take down the house, tamo'
Mommy, that flow is not copied
Your whore on all fours calls me hit
He's looking for her, he's desperate
Knocking down the tamo club
Baby, here today no no' you've run aground'
I spit fame, I don't have a forty
With a tattooed face, feel Duko and El Tony
Entering the disco with flow Al Capone
If they want the plug, they don't throw a callin'
Turn it up, turn it down as always
Turn it on and pass it on, it's already four and twenty
I'm in the club, demoniao' with my' madman'
With Tony Montana, godfather as reference
And even if they ask about me
On the street I am clean, don't pray for me anymore
Although I came out with nothing
I was born poor, I die rich
I don't care who cares
In 2016, I was fourteen
My 'black' knocked down the club from then on'
Blessed as a boy, I don't know about you
0-600, raise my voice
Fuck those trap whores
I know they are afraid to shoot
Theirs is to sell, ours is to steal
Free gordo valor, fuck Chapo Guzmán
And what do I know, if I don't understand anything
I smoke to forget and not think about anything
Better shut up and don't tell me anything
Wacho, don't get lost, I know your coordinates'
The 'wacho' of the neighborhood do not consume molly
Here there is wine, pritty and rivotril
If Gucci is your saint, he's wrong
Here we pray to Gauchito Gil
My little red ribbon ready for envy
In case the civilian wants to stop me
He checks me, he doesn't find anything
I laugh in his face, I already consumed it, hey
that I keep winning
that I keep breaking
And leaving your club, club, club
He looks at me like this, he wants another chain
I'm Héctor Lavoe, -voe, -voe
He always gives you a gift, but not bingo
Only for mine I say yes
We look like new, can't you see me, ham?
He wants me to sign my name to him
What a fun time at the club, eating at the club
Living off the club, club, club
With the 'wacho' at full, with the wacha at full
Look at all this crew, -ew, na'
Ah, they give me everything but I want more
I always told you: I go without working
She doesn't love me, I don't care at all
The million is coming to knock down the club
I arrive at the disco with a chain
With a face of nothing smoking a blunt
Your bitch knows who I am
He knows I came to knock down the club
I can't stop looking at her, she has a chain
Don't tell me: Hold on to the heat
Your boyfriend is not a bully
For me, he's a fool, hey
Pasao' de ki like Goku
With a lot of weed, with do' cu'
If you ask, I have the plug
Easier than aeiou (0-600 on the track)
They are the note, the note
They are the note, the note
They sell mine to what they buy yours
Pasao' de ki like Goku (no wonder)
With a lot of weed, with do' cu' (do' ass')
If you ask, I have the plug
Easier than aeiou (0-600 on the track)
They are the note, the note
They are the note, the note (Tony)
They sell mine to what they buy yours (yes, hey, yes, Duko!)
The time has come to tell the truth
I have a couple of kids all over town
Simón says to make you dance
So move your pull-up, pull-up, press the clack
You bitch, purring in the middle
Look how it shakes, it looks like a salt shaker
Please, southside, get me out of the way
We already finished the year, avoid serious damage, which
They are persecuted
They suck my blood, they look like vampires
Give me two shots I shoot
They suck my flow, they already have me rotten
I'm comfortable, those ain't trap, nigga, they're homeboys
Trap ain't your bitch spinning like a top
Trap is my black locked up there
Stabbed with a piece of glass from a broken mirror
And now everyone throws beef
I saw them, there are more than two
But that's not trap, manito
Trap is my black in prison
Trap are not your whores
Trap is my team knocking down the club
Knocking down the club, hey
Knocking down the club, hey
Knocking down the club, hey
Knocking down the club, hey
You all know, we'll get to 2026
Knocking down the club, hey
Knocking down the club, hey
Trap are not your whores
Trap is my team knocking down the club
Escrita por: Neo Pistéa, Tomas Manuel Campos, Federico Ferrer, Fernando Eduardo José Torillino, Mike Southside