Bla Bla (Freestyle Session) (part. Bnet)
Tú no lo entiendes, no
No puedes contarme na' de flow
Ellos van diciendo que no bro
No a las drogas pero luego por el baño demasiado snow, hey
No me meto donde no me llaman
Tú te metes en todos los lados
Pero solo con tus panas
Yo me meto solo por todos los lados es flama
Me da igual la selva, el desierto que la Sabana
Entre las sábanas no veo nada
Me olvido del mundo dando una calada
Mi corazón en parada, como el tuyo cuando suelto parrafadas
Dicen que son raras, pero rara vez
Se les queda cara de no ser un cadáver
Porque yo acabaré siendo un jambo forrado
Y tú acabarás forrado de críticas mi hermano
What up?
Para esos raperos que se piensan que son pop stars
Pero la verdad suena pop si está
El Bnet rapeando como un rock de rap
Ellos no me saben contestar, no me saben controlar
Disparo a lo Counter Strike y les tengo que matar
Van por el tercer strike y les tengo que eliminar
Esto se llama freestyle tú dedícate a hablar
Bla, bla
Vete cogiendo ese bla, bla
Bla, bla
Nerso Verse y Bnet tienen tablas
Bla, bla
Vete cogiendo ese bla, bla
Bla, bla
Nerso Verse y Bnet tienen tablas
Ey, yo no tengo Un despacho
Mi despacho es mi ambiente
Ni me mancho
He visto tu tag y no te lo tacho
Porque flaco favor te hago chacho
La verdad que estaba feo, pero yo no me lo creo
Esos rappers viven comics y parece que es un tebeo
Y yo te veo demasiado flojo
Escojo lo que rapeo no tu cacho flojo
Yo no me mojo por tu mojón
Solo me enojo dándole un doblón
Ahora fumo mucho y no te hablo de blunts
Hablo de que estoy desgastando el pulmón
Como coches de las Nascar
Que de noche se te atascan
Eyow Bro!
Empecé en Conde Duque con el Waskar no hay puta que me eduque no me rascas
Aunque si me pica
Dime que me necesitas, tus huevos son canicas
Con tu combo no lo aplicas
Y la droga que comprasteis los maderos os la quitan
Madre mía, dejando miguitas por el rastro
Pa' que llegue hasta los astros
En cualquier ambiente que yo suene soy más basto
Hey, ya bastó, ya bastó
Paso
Blah Blah (Freestyle Session) (feat. Bnet)
You don't get it, no
Can't tell me anything about flow
They keep saying no, bro
No to drugs but then too much snow in the bathroom, hey
I don't get involved where I'm not called
You get involved everywhere
But only with your buddies
I get involved all around, it's fire
I don't care if it's the jungle, the desert, or the Savannah
Between the sheets, I see nothing
I forget the world taking a puff
My heart stops, like yours when I drop bars
They say they're rare, but rarely
Do they end up not looking like a corpse
Because I'll end up being a rich dude
And you'll end up covered in criticism, my brother
What up?
For those rappers who think they're pop stars
But the truth sounds pop if it is
Bnet rapping like a rap rock
They can't answer me, can't control me
I shoot like Counter Strike and have to kill them
They're on the third strike and I have to eliminate them
This is called freestyle, you stick to talking
Blah, blah
Start picking up that blah, blah
Blah, blah
Nerso Verse and Bnet have skills
Blah, blah
Start picking up that blah, blah
Blah, blah
Nerso Verse and Bnet have skills
Hey, I don't have an office
My office is my environment
I don't get dirty
I saw your tag and I don't cross it out
Because I do you no favors, dude
The truth is it was ugly, but I don't believe it
Those rappers live in comics and it seems like a comic book
And I see you're too weak
I choose what I rap, not your weak piece
I don't get wet over your crap
I just get mad giving you a smack
Now I smoke a lot and I'm not talking about blunts
I'm talking about wearing out my lungs
Like NASCAR cars
That get stuck at night
Eyow Bro!
I started in Conde Duque with Waskar, no bitch educates me, you don't scratch me
Although if it itches me
Tell me you need me, your balls are marbles
Your crew doesn't apply it
And the drugs you bought, the cops take them away
Oh my god, leaving crumbs along the trail
So it reaches the stars
In any environment where I sound, I'm rougher
Hey, enough, enough
I'm out