Morocha

Hey, me, Alejo Isakk

I'm supposed to be fifteen years old, but I'm twenty-two
Dude, I'm from Jagüel, tell me where you're from
I'm playing in the neighborhood without having to raise my voice

I'm supposed to be fifteen years old, but I'm twenty-two
Dude, I'm from Jagüel, tell me where you're from
I'm playing in the neighborhood without having to raise my voice
The owner of the road as Hector Lavoe

At 20 I bought a Scirocco
And mommy, I sound like a crazy person
And I sing to you what I say
And I'm not wrong about anyone

But hey, we are poor
Each one what he got
The desire to steal here sticks like snot

I tell you and I know, because I went through it too
Prepare the stuttering, it's already like three o'clock
If God helps the early bird, I'll wait for dawn
In the underworld you are a chicken
And here nobody sees you

Come on mommy
That you appear in the magazine
But you like rocks
I noticed by your little face

I send him a wow face
No room for the track
Because we will soon quote with a couple of visits
The drums spin like a merry-go-round

They scuffed your shoes
And you were a real bandit on insta (no, I really changed you)
Alejo de él Jagüel write me down on insta

This is for the outcast
For the foul-mouthed
With respect and patience you can achieve everything

That things turn out better if you do them quietly
Ask Duraznito, he kept the armored car
And I know I'm a minor, that's why I walk around with the toy
Cash has me bad, I became addicted to bills

I take my talent and use it as a battering ram
To open the scenes and get in like a hick
For money the monkey dances and I know a couple of apes
They don't value life, they don't know chemo
They say they are blackmailing, but wink, wink
And I walk around with my black like Ronaldinho

In the neighborhood it is different from what these parrots say
Two arrive at the finish line
Everyone gets into drugs
And now that I am in music
And I tell you this straight away
I don't like the bus, but there's a band for everyone

And in whims I break them
Here the ball moves
I pass it on to the chetas and the rochas
I am Alejo Isakk
The one whose mouth is buttoned
If everyone gets scared when the brunette sounds

Brr, you know, Alejo Isakk
The one in the south zone, for the slums