Rap & Dembow (feat. Windel La Melaza)

Rap and reggaeton
Rap and reggaeton
Rap and reggaeton
My buddy, take it slow

Rap and reggaeton
Rap and reggaeton
On every avenue, baby, we steal the show

Rap, rap, rap, rap, rap, rap
Rap and reggaeton

Rap, rap, rap, rap, rap, rap
Rap and reggaeton

Billy bin
Rhymes that are hot come out of my pores
I take a sip of rum, the audio is electrifying
I tell Mario H. to turn on the 220 light
DJ, turn this thing up damn it, until it explodes

Lieutenant, I'm not to blame for that crash
You come at me from behind and I swear I'll be like flash
If you point that thing at me, you'll have a smash
People from Nash will be asking me for autographs

We're in cash, you sing like trash
If we were Spanish, the Chinese wants 'lapach'
If you run, we'll track you easily on the interface
Everyone knows I talk a lot of crap to rhyme

I love whiskey, but I drink it on the rocks
I love women, but I don't like them crazy
You rap cool, but you're a motherfucker
The sound of a 9 makes everyone go crazy

Don't sell me dreams, bro, I'm a marketer
If she opens up to me, I turn into a gynecologist
We analyze you like a psychologist
We're breaking down the instrumentals like a pencil and musicologist

Rap and reggaeton
Rap and reggaeton
Rap and reggaeton
My buddy, take it slow

Rap and reggaeton
Rap and reggaeton
On every avenue, baby, we steal the show

Rap, rap, rap, rap, rap, rap
Rap and reggaeton

Rap, rap, rap, rap, rap, rap
Rap and reggaeton

Windel La Melaza

I have the parrots that none of you have
Calm down, my little brother, I come with powers
And don't get upset, good lack of hygiene
Don't talk to me about room. My crew has the most

Calm down and if you don't, you'll be tamed like a pigeon in a can
Don't mess with me, my crazy one, you're a mutt
If you want on fire, come, fire in the can
We don't talk much here, we're doing our thing

And you guys licking. I don't want emotions
I'm messing with God and prayers
I'm the youngest who puts it down. The music composes it
I don't know why they compare me to those mice

And where do you have the talent to give me
If when I say rap, the country explodes
There's something I'm going to tell you
Give it to other people, but don't give it to me

I run faster than you, haaa. I prefer a Ferrari
I'm not with the people, I'm here to win the Grammy
Don't call you cheesy, call you salami
Mouth open, when I go to Miami. (when I go to Miami)

Rap and reggaeton
Rap and reggaeton
Rap and reggaeton
My buddy, take it slow

Rap and reggaeton
Rap and reggaeton
On every avenue, baby, we steal the show

Rap, rap, rap, rap, rap, rap
Rap and reggaeton

Rap, rap, rap, rap, rap, rap
Rap and reggaeton