La Feria

Malo' Cantore', son of a bitch
This is not music, it's drugs
Immortals
Ey, H

All those fools are worried about my head
They're all hyped up, just scratching the can
I don't send them, it's that they look for the crazy style
And even when I'm sleeping, I'm making money
I know that coward in the street has little time left
I'm going to put him on his knees if I pull out the gun
With me, all those rats eat their snot
Because everything I touch are the guns and the packs
Why a pack? If I have enough with the change
To send you on your way with a move
I'm back with my brother and drugs in the seat
Counting the money before going up on stage, yes
If these fools from the feds don't kill me
It's because all of us Bardero$ are immortal
I'm traveling on the plane and having something light
Celebrating as always until the night fades

We're handling all the fair
Bardero$ doesn't know misery
We're handling all the fair (bad singers)
Bardero$ doesn't know misery

I go out burning a firecracker
Dressed in leopard, baby, I'm burning up
Forgive me if I'm late, I was at the club
On tour with the band, we look like Mötley Crüe (bad singers)
Don't give me water, I'll rust
I've taken down so many rappers it looks like a homicide
Drugs delivered, like Pablo Emilio
So much class, they end up asking for help, it was me
Now they understand our way, nothing surprises me
You'll see me in an Aventador in California
They already know our story, hunger, sweat, and glory
That's why our names are always in their memory
I used to be a delinquent
But what I earned, I spent it with my people
Immortal anthems, unusual deals
Now even the fuckin' feds ask me for photos (haha, yeah)

We're handling all the fair (all the fair, ey, bitch)
Bardero$ doesn't know misery
We're handling all the fair (hey)
This is not music, it's drugs, eh