THE ROOF IS ON FIRE
The roof, the roof is on fire
Yes, sir
Es el TR1
Ey-yo, man, you know what I'm sayin'?
Yo ando con mi ñeri on my back, suena rap, en el party soy Tupac
Caminando por el barrio suelto facts
Ah, ¿vos querías rap? Llegué yo, tengo a todo el barrio atrás
Mucho gusto, me presento (Tu papá)
Mami, me los pulo con un track
Con un pasado oscuro, pero pienso en el futuro (No cap)
Música real de calidad
Gangsta party, mami chula, no suena cumbia cheta por acá
Suena T-R-U-E-N-O, y vos lo sabes muy bien
Mami chula ni lo piensa porque sabe con quién
Me daría vergüenza no brillar sin gold chain
No brillas sin gold chain
Quemando los verdes
Buenos Aires está de party, nunca duerme
Las manos al aire, fuck it up, baby
Rap pa' los turros y también pa' las ladies
Yo brillo sin gold chain
Quemando los verdes
Buenos Aires está de party, nunca duerme
Las manos al aire, fuck it up, baby
Rap pa' los turros y también pa' las ladies
The roof, the roof is on fire
Oh, no, no, no, baby, I'm high
No lie, estamo' en live
Trueno, pa-pa-pa-pai
Baby, I'm high
No lie, estamo' en live
Trueno, pa-pa-pa-pai
'Toy rulay, 'toy rulay
'Toy rulay
What the fuck?
Trueno, pa-pa-pa-pai
Ando con mi ñeri on my back
Baby, I'm high
No lie, estamo' en live
Real rap, mami chula
Vamo' a enseñarle a esto' guacho' cómo se hace en Argentina
Trueno, pa-pa-pa-pai
Ando con mi ñeri on my back
No' metimo' en el medio del mar pa' enseñarle' cómo carajos se surfea la marea, you know what I'm sayin'?
Del maldito barrio de La Boca
Ya sabe' quién soy, Trueno, pai
El mismo 'e la batalla, el mismo de ya sabe', mi amor
Argentina está en la casa, no pasa nada
THE ROOF IS ON FIRE
The roof, the roof is on fire
Yes, sir
It's TR1
Hey, man, you know what I'm sayin'?
I walk with my homie on my back, rap sounds, at the party I'm Tupac
Walking through the neighborhood dropping facts
Oh, you wanted rap? Here I am, I got the whole neighborhood behind me
Nice to meet you, let me introduce myself (Your dad)
Mami, I kill them with a track
With a dark past, but I think about the future (No cap)
Real quality music
Gangsta party, hot mama, no cheap cumbia playing around here
Thunder sounds, and you know it very well
Hot mama doesn't even think about it because she knows who
I would be embarrassed not to shine without a gold chain
You don't shine without a gold chain
Burning the greens
Buenos Aires is partying, never sleeps
Hands in the air, fuck it up, baby
Rap for the thugs and also for the ladies
I shine without a gold chain
Burning the greens
Buenos Aires is partying, never sleeps
Hands in the air, fuck it up, baby
Rap for the thugs and also for the ladies
The roof, the roof is on fire
Oh, no, no, no, baby, I'm high
No lie, we're live
Thunder, pa-pa-pa-pai
Baby, I'm high
No lie, we're live
Thunder, pa-pa-pa-pai
I'm rolling, I'm rolling
I'm rolling
What the fuck?
Thunder, pa-pa-pa-pai
I walk with my homie on my back
Baby, I'm high
No lie, we're live
Real rap, hot mama
Let's show these kids how it's done in Argentina
Thunder, pa-pa-pa-pai
I walk with my homie on my back
We got into the middle of the sea to show them how the hell to surf the tide, you know what I'm sayin'?
From the damn neighborhood of La Boca
You already know who I am, Thunder, dad
The same from the battle, the same from you know, my love
Argentina is in the house, everything's good