Probando Voces

Turn it up...turn it up (no... no it's already ready, it's ready)...
Are we going to test voices?... oh yeah yeah ___*

Hey, how do I sound? Do you sound good?

DJ Blass, come on, throw whatever to test

Come on come on come on come on... let's test voices

I had this written on a little piece of paper out there, you know...
Hey!!

Since they started saying my name, they've been dropping a lot of parties
Feed yourselves, I'm still with Jaime... I'm a millionaire
Don't throw an old chat to fight with a heavyweight
Because after I kill him and bury him, then there's no break

I have Rs and combs that fit a hundred pistols
Lawyers and a firm that keeps all my crazy ones
In the free... they don't have any dembow or caliber
So talking about shooting social issues won't help you

I'm the prince
Don't talk so much shit, seriously
I'll put you in front of the guards
And I'm free in half an hour

I have money money this mother fucker acting funny
I chop them and put them in little bottles of bifarony*
You!! scum...
Your name is so small that it fades*...
You already broke the record, your album sold 14 copies

What a shame, I don't even know about you on Myspace
And your fans on the list are like five or six
That includes friends and close people
Not even in Vieques they know who you are
You're an artist, my buddy, I told you...
Every pig gets its stick
And your Christmases passed 80 seasons ago

Don't blow me, wolf... [wait Blass
I think I hear myself a little
I think I'm a bit behind here, I don't know
I think it's the delay* or something like that
I don't know, go ahead a bit
Let's see how this sounds here, wait...]

I'm not snoring with wind for a long time
You know my mansions are made of cement
Smell bug, don't judge me by my bucks
If you were desperate and signed
For three albums for half an eighth

What's up, daddy...
You saw me in the Maserati*
I sell expensive songs
You give them away for free

Is that business? Um... I don't really think so
They say your car is sticking your hand out and raising your finger
You're in pom... from the south area to Bayamon
I was already a millionaire before this, bastard

You!! Jaime, release the Rottweilers without a leash
It's not a shame for death, I give them death for shame
They break the scheme, party shakes like a beast
Because after the party, we'll go wherever you want
Do whatever you want, craziness as you prefer
The prince, no doubt, the king of the wax... baby

Hey!! DJ Blass, that's good now

Let's record now
Let's make a song, Blass
Let's make money [haha]
Let's leave the nonsense like this
I have no war with anyone
They're lucky... hahaha
Joke is joking, you know... [hahaha]
Buddy... this is my thing, daddy
I don't get involved with anyone, I have no war
DJ Blass the craftsman, ok?
Building bridges
So all these motherfuckers can cross
You know it, DJ Blass yeah!!
Come on, we're done, Blass, erase that because
You know that these people are quick to judge
Hey, Coscu is throwing shots, eh
They're building a terrible empire to aim at me alone
Haha, I'm not at war!!

Thank you
I wasn't sure if those were bad words, my bad...