K y B (feat. Morad)

Beny wreaks havoc (Ponytail dressed in Italy)
Cellmate (I didn't have a pen to sign)
Greetings to my Boli-Boli (To those living a movie)
Like those in Scary Movie (But it's just Teletubbie)

My buddy named Mba (Escape we made on foot)
I don't say names, they're not named (To those in the shadows still standing)
The one who doubted hiding here (Bad for saying the beating)
That's why your turn has come (Bundle up, there's no scarf)
We don't run but there's a gang (Organized family)

Here you get nothing (Because you're worth nothing)
Beny copies a hundred kilometers (They throw and you're just a copy)
Beny in a Kappa tracksuit (Doubt that fits any of that)
We never front with a picket (Veteran uses a blowtorch)

At the time of the cabinet (Doing the Chanquete)
I have no contacts with the mafia (Not even from Africa)
Because I have a kid who shoots you (But maybe you'll itch)
Defense better than Piqué (And you give me pity)
I don't know why it bothers you

They throw, but because they get mad-mad-mad-mad-mad
They throw, but because they don't arrive-arrive-arrive-arrive-arrive
They throw, but because they get mad-mad-mad-mad-mad
They throw, but because they don't arrive-arrive-arrive-arrive-arrive

What's going on, I'm tired, they've already given the seven
El Roque says he's had enough and 2001 doesn't get involved
I put this last one—, and send someone in a Corvette
And they're not talking about paying, otherwise a hole will be made

Surely they're throwing and surely they're imitating
I'm with Morad riding in a biturbo, just strolling
Disturbance if we're already playing, I touch it like Iniesta
Mustafa entering the field, Ilias breaking the defense (Pu-pu)

In the field with Gafia I feel something incomparable
If there's war, he'll surely come out and doesn't even know martial arts
If he wears the number 9, you might already be dancing for him
There's no respect for idiots and a few talk about me

Bush-bush, and we come out shooting
Three engines, it's already perfect, four is something exaggerated
Bush-bush-bush-bush, and you don't know what happened
Those from— are furious because we came out wet (Oh-oh; uh-oh)

They throw, but because they get mad-mad-mad-mad-mad (Hahaha)
They throw, but they never reach us-arrive-arrive-arrive-arrive
They throw, but because they get mad-mad-mad-mad-mad
They throw, but they never reach us-arrive-arrive-arrive-arrive

No, no, no, no (There's no protection)
There's no protection, there's no protection (Hey, hey)
Tell me, Koala, tell me, Koala
SHB