Good Morning (Spanish Version)

I'm getting this nigga in the morning
He gon' think he been chiefin' just too long when
He see me in the evenin'
Want to catch all these feelin'
Well let me be the first to get mine, oh

It arrives in the small plane, buzzing like eighty
Knocking down big boys who think they are big dicks
You know who it is, CRZ are the lyrics
Malandraca letter, the one that kills and buries

Red eyes, like a belcuco
Burning pure ganja, room full of smoke
Musical companies, all the tumbo
Look how I do it to make that ass move

Against the wall, move, mommy
CRZ appears and the party starts
Smoking pure Mary, I improvise something rank
Walking around the painting lying down, everything calm

Ready, ask me and I'll make it rich for you
I dial my cell phone, we step and there I look at you
Guacho, that's how things are, get ready
They lose their temper, they think they are murderers

I'm getting this nigga in the morning
He gon' think he been chiefin' just too long when
He see me in the evenin'
Want to catch all these feelin'
Well let me be the first to get mine, oh

Flying above you all
Cash Flow Records, it doesn't stop
Rio Bravo, Texas, city of brave
Moving pound from south to northeast

We are dependent with the engines at a thousand
In the morning burning a philly
Direct from the studio where I was born
Yesterday I was a little kid, look how I grew up

So my flow is going to consume you
Your boyfriend is a jerk, leave him there
I don't wear Michael Jordan, much less Prada, Gucci
But with the calibron you will be happy

Happy, I'm going to leave you with your mouth open
Out of envy I close the door
I don't carry Beretta, pure shotgun
To hit miles in the chompeta

I'm getting this nigga in the morning
He gon' think he been chiefin' just too long when
He see me in the evenin'
Want to catch all these feelin'
Well let me be the first to get mine, oh

I have walked from border to border
I have even hit Canada
I have many dogs left over
And my watch is not gold

Everywhere I stop they ask me for a freestyle
I never get agitated crowing like a rooster
Pass to role it for all the cons
Digging wells for his entire fleet

He gets excited when listening to me
Now I'm not leaving, I'm coming to stay
I brought luggage, speakers and tattoos
I pray to Saint Jude, he is here to help me

Don't let the music stop, don't stop
With this talent I come to buzz you
I will resound the street and the entire neighborhood
See how the trunk sounds with the bass

Hey, do you know who it is?
Pure bad writing!