Vivo La Vida Cantando

Hey, the boss
Welcome to Classification C

The enemies keep talking
(That will always be)
Because of my thug look
(It might bother them!)

My songs keep playing
The enemies keep talking
(What are they talking about?)
Why the police are looking for me outside
(Why?)
Because of my thug look, when I live life singing

Maxo, raise the volume, the boss from the pawn shop has arrived
Cheers to everyone who lives and fights for their dream
Light up the joint and at 16 without sleep
Leave the wood? Unless you asked for it as a child

Because I prefer to be a delinquent for smoking weed
Than a rat, a sellout, an abuser like the cops
Since I was a kid, I've been at war with the rich
And still they stop me just to ask for my records

The dick from Jalisco, the one who influences with his songs
The king of views, the man with a full schedule
They make me feel sorry for them, they throw egg on my songs
And I keep rapping and rapping, at the Atenas with their girls

Because they keep saying they can do it better, but they stay off
And that was the dream of many, wait for the boss to hit the streets
My check, one, two, Echo, raise the console
And then throw it to the net, this one will stick on its own

My songs keep playing
(I keep playing)
The enemies keep talking
(What are they talking about?)
Why the police are looking for me outside
(But when)
Because of my thug look, when I live life singing

My songs keep playing
(They keep playing)
The enemies keep talking
(What are they talking about?)
Why the police are looking for me outside
(Why?)
Because of my thug look, when I live life singing

Hey, I want to be rich to live peacefully like a poor person
Do you understand me? Working hard and not showing off
Does it bother you that I charge?
I charge what I'm worth and I only sustain myself, when have I asked you for anything?

Last CD, heavy, I put number one in digital lyrics
And they keep watching me on the field, rolling the joint with my weirdos
I'll be suspicious just for dressing like a thug
And the president should do what the pope does

Nothing escapes me when I rhyme the truth
My lyrics are not violent, reality is violent
Without mercy for anyone who once doubted this guy
They realized later that I had a natural talent

How many came as mice, trying to buy cheap
I laughed my ass off and wiped my ass with their contract
In a while, I have a lot of things to do
Like putting out: Classification C

My songs keep playing
(They keep playing)
The enemies keep talking
(Let them talk)
Why the police are looking for me outside
(Why?)
Because of my thug look, (but when) I live life singing

My songs keep playing
(I keep playing)
The enemies keep talking
(They're already talking)
Why the police are looking for me outside
(Let them keep looking)
Because of my thug look, when I live life singing

BOOM!
Very tough, very tough
Don dog from the C
Echo The Lab
Maxo DJ
The M and the T
Latinos represent

Another example that we don't just say things
We do them, in the end, by doing them they speak for themselves

Cha-cha-chau