CHETO$ VS TURRO$ (feat. Alejo Isakk)

Send him a wick, ñeri
What do the cheto' know about the turro'? I never get bored
I twitch the cat, I kidnap her against the wall
If she has a tall donkey for the dark, I'll capture her
I shout in your face, I don't whisper

The one who knows the neighborhood the most, but the least known
They don't understand the mambo and that's why 'it hurts'
Tell this pigeon to return to its nest
We'll turn off the Auto-Tune, we're just going at full speed

Take heed
For the rocha' kiss' and for the gile' gust'
I rescued fifty thousand, but on the sidewalk barefoot
I'm with a hitwoman, but I don't even get married
Always breaking floorboards, you know, I don't rest

And come on, turra, get on, that toto breaks
That with the Street here we give him pa'l court
If you don't have an ass, let that neckline shake
Come on, come on, turra, we went to hell

This is gangster music
We broke as a local, imagine as a visitor
That I'm going to put it back, imagine yourself forward
From the street to the street, yours sincerely the singers

The Street resonates with you
And Alejo resonates with you
The Millionaire Gang' 'hoping they get confused
Now I play in first and continue with my second
Brrr, if the brunette draws her holster

It's just that the night is cool
To find a guy who's playing alone
He blames alcohol when she loses control
RKT, let them rescue themselves, so they can move their tails
I go to the party, the most popu' says "hello"

This is for the turra, the cheta
My neighborhood is respected
I walk sporty, flow athlete
Today I got flirty to look for my flirt
We are the combo of the disco breakers'

I have a plastic, semi-automatic
I know that with time later she will be my fan
Mine is unique, she dresses angelically
Abuser and killer, she wants to christen
She is my kitten, if she comes out she screams

There is no corralón on the corner, but there is a lot of lime
Also a Jackal, has five salt
They are not made of salt, they know that today they come out
And what's worth it
They sound similar
Or are they all 'equal', their mother's new shell

7-2-3
Alejo Isakk
Sincerely
The Million' Gang
That? Sincerely
The Million' Gang!
Come on, we left