Puro Shhhile

[Veider Lantern]
You know we're ready for the stick
Party foot for the fight
Cunning is left over
Flow invented in my city
More octopuses than Alibaba
You smell like gladiolicala
Start to boast
With the shore and with the flip-flops
Flag on my clothes and gala
I take out the mirror on the buses
Always living the time of a little kid
I multiply the whistles by 5 (ssss)
Faster for the written
Son
Where there's wine, I demand it
If you want, I'll cover you in chickens
Even in my crucifix
You're not from the hunt
You have to be a sly Chilean
Not repentant reggaeton
I'm attentive not to the MSN nor for your buzzes
Just needle with some guys
Who stand with mine
And you let out those screams
My compliments are crimes
I put and remove, partner
This is real, it's not dermatology
Law 20 thousand and chystemc
Your pencil is going to break
We leave our mark
With this MC

Pure Chile is your cloudy sky
Pure breezes of joints in the sii
We're not newcomers
Fuck fuck
President go to bed
Since in the alley they're going to hang you
I need drugs to inspire me
But damn it, the cops
We have to leave

[Macrode]
You
We're the fattest note
The most drunk at the party
The MCs for the mic
And the whores for the roundabout
It's not strange here, horny cachara
Eating anaconda
That in front of her daddy
She hugs her teddy bear
Adorned blonde
The heart doesn't soften anymore
With his cool little friends
Who when they go to buy joints from you
They cut off your tail
If you're smart
Stay quiet
Here we're tough
Not cowardly, you want to turn
To the machao
I have a notebook that's ringed
It leaves you humiliated
This is 20 thousand
Next to the screwdriver dog
We're not even close
If you're awake
I'm not Juan Luis
But I want that mouse
That woman from Callao
On stage
I'm a destroyer in a tramolla
Like you!
Know what I smoke
But damn, I rise
But the voice doesn't go away
On this Mario Bros track
I don't get upset when I record these jokes
With these bros

Pure Chile is your cloudy sky
Pure breezes of joints in the sii
We're not newcomers
Fuck fuck
President go to bed
Since in the alley they're going to hang you
I need drugs to inspire me
But damn it, the cops
We have to leave

[Chystemc]
Hey brother
Let's go buy something
Even if I jump hand
To steal it
And I'm broke
I won't be long, dude
It's just that I haven't eaten anything, kid
His ham saved us
And his bread with chanchosaurio came out
Damn bored guard
I'll call the cops (aaah)
With even more reason we're not going anymore (aaah)
It's already 2 o'clock
Time to
Drink vodka
With the rock
Please, buddy
Join me in the tomato fight
It's only 2 o'clock
And I want to throw everything with the beers
Toast
For the good weed
The stoners are a lot
And their glasses to look at other people's girlfriends
(Hey, you're shit)
And you're shit with sand
If this girl is alone
Lady, wait with your mouth full
(Ordinary)
Don't be a bad-minded lady
I would never talk to you like that
Or maybe yes
Because of the drunkenness

Pure Chile is your cloudy sky
Pure breezes of joints in the sii
We're not newcomers
Fuck fuck
President go to bed
Since in the alley they're going to hang you
I need drugs to inspire me
But damn it, the cops
We have to leave

I have a poem for you
What have you imagined, you f
gay motherf
er
It doesn't matter, dude
Do you care so much, you f
dog
You're missing a beating
Stupid
It's forecasted for tomorrow some dick-sucking
Suck their d
c
tits
What the f
do you want
Conformed by pure tough people
Wash your p
c
Wash your p
c
Shampoo it!