Lluvia de Micheladas (feat. Profeta Yao Yao, Riko Mix y Smi-Lee)

If raindrops were made of carame-
Hey, if raindrops
If raindrops
If raindrops
If raindrops

If raindrops were michelada
Clear, dark, alone or Cuban
Well, let it rain all week
To be dancing there with the gang (cumbia)

Dancing with the ba-, ba'
Dancing with the ba-, ba'
Dancing, da-dancing, da-
Dancing with the ba-, ba'

Dancing with the ba-, ba'
Dancing with the ba-, ba'
Dancing, da-dancing, da-
Dancing with the ba-, ba'

N-N-Now yes
N-Now yes
Ready to dance

And if it rains a chacalón? And if it rains a chacalón?
And if it rains a chacalón, chacalón, chacalón?
And if it rains a chacalón? And if it rains a chacalón?
And if it rains a chacalón, chacalón, chacalón?

Dancing, da-, da-, da-dancing, da-
Dancing, da-, da-, da-dancing, da-
Dancing, da-, da-, dancing
Clear, dark, alone or Cuban

Up with the bellacas who sing with their miches
They take a sip and we act like bosses
Sometimes in Tepito, sometimes in Zona Rosa
Let it rain michelada to feel fabulous

And if it rains a chacalón? Well, I would be happy too
Sundays in the miches always dancing with him
A photo with my cell to my michenaca
To dancing and craziness, every weekend I am faithful

(Smi, Smi, Smi, Smi-Lee)

If rain were michelada, I hope it would rain
And even if there was a downpour, I would stand outside
All the bellacas with their hands on their hips
I bring you cumbiatón, something that will cross borders

From Mexico to the world, the rhythm I fertilize
I summon Jaime Duende and I'm not even Facundo
I shake it in the dancing, I break down the wall
I know I'm white, but [?]

(Profeta Yao Yao)

Imagine a planet where beer falls from the sky
Waiting for the storm to start the party
The twenty-one-year-old girls dancing all day
And the forty-year-old men with the bucket on the ground

Let it rain michelada and a few little asses
With my tongue, I take the chili from your mouth
Let it rain michelada and a few little asses
With my tongue, I take the chili from your mouth

Now, everyone
N-N-N-Now, everyone
Now-Now-Now-Now-Now, everyone with their miches ready to dance

If raindrops were michelada
Clear, dark, alone or Cuban
Well, let it rain all week
To be dancing there with the gang

Dancing, dancing, dancing with the ba-, ba'
Dancing, dancing, dancing with the ba-, ba'
Dancing, dancing, dancing with the ba-, ba'
Dancing with the ba-, ba', dancing with the ba-, ba'

Hey, Riko Mix, change the rhythm for me
Now, dancing slower

All the bellacas, a-a-all the bellacas
All the bellacas with their hands on their hips
And all the bellacas, a-a-all the bellacas
All the bellacas

Now, dancing slower (tra), slower (tra), slower (tra)
Slower (tra), slower (tra), slower (tra)
Slower-slower (tra), slower (tra), slower (tra), slower (tra)
(tra, tra, tra, tra, tra, tra)

It's Profeta Yao Yao (it's Profeta Yao Yao)
Smi, Smi, Smi, Smi-Lee
La Bellakath (La Bellakath)
Riko Mix, The Mafia of the Dance-dance-dance
Ah, Barrio Fino
Barrio Fino
The Mafia of the Dance
Fire, fire, hey
Suzy, call the firefighters
Because this lit up

Let it rain michelada
Let it rain michelada
Let it rain michelada and a few little asses

Let it rain michelada
Let it rain michelada
Let it rain michelada and a few little asses