Asuntos Del Barrio

Bad singers, son of a bitch
This ain't music, it's drugs
This ain't music, it's drugs, ah

Mom, come get your slice, the house is on me
The guys already have everything they need
Call me, always hit up Bardero$ clicka
Whenever you want for the dish or exchange money for the pipe
This is my crew, loose bandits in a small town
And in big cities, crimes don't stop
If your drugs get stolen, for sure it was my guys
If anyone snitches on us, they'll be dead in no time
It's all mafia, the grease follows our own race
We enter the club, no one understands what's going on
After our show ends, I return home wrecked
But with more money than the scale gives us for substances
Shoutout to my people from Neuquén
A Bardero's life is just to live it well
Tell me, who will be remembered like Gardel?
Even if the angels let us go, we won't fall

(Ah, ah, CRO)
I got it all cooked up, no one stops me
Money in my pocket and a drugged whore
I'm always out on the street, never hiding my face
You hear the cries when the bullets rain down
Your crew is nothing, you think I don't know?
That in my neighborhood corner, they made them run
I bring you all the grease, I bring you the cake
They're tapping my phone, can't pick up
Now they want my flow, where I'm at
We're always in the same place, you see us at the party
Feel it, break it
I'm losing control, rolling with a couple of mamas
Oh, fucking MDB
The neighborhood knows it, my people see it (MDB)
Oh, no one can understand
How us bandits sound so fresh