Golpe De Estado

(Yankee, pull out the flutes...)
Daddy...
Daddy Yankee...
(Tommy, pull out the flutes...)
Introducing Tommy Viera...

Yankee, pull out the flutes
We went wild
Nelly, pull out the flutes
We went wild
Tommy, pull out the flutes
We went wild
Luny, pull out the flutes...
(Come on!)
(Tommy Viera!)

Ready with my battalion, get ready for the coup d'état
This nonsense ends in rifles and started with sticks
They don't want to fight with the Indian of the bad aspects
I take out the obligated one, next to me they die for the criminal
Viera, lyrical with a high average for the grade
I throw the invasion of atomic bombs that are killing them
Barrios and slums are the streets that are accompanying
The annoying troublemaker of the flow that gives punishment
Don't fall asleep, they come from outside by the edge of the sand
Where the water is calm, the piranhas bite
I better walk alone, I turn off alone
And I don't trust anyone
Except the metal I carry alone

Yankee, pull out the flutes
We went wild
Nelly, pull out the flutes
We went wild
Tommy, pull out the flutes
We went wild
Luny, pull out the flutes...

Yankee, kill them
Kill them with rhythm
Sound them with flow
In the club and throw me the dembow
My cangris are activated and don't believe in forgiveness
Shoot bullets, guerrilla, and throw me the dembow

(Daddy!)
Tommy, kill them
Kill them with rhythm
Sound them with flow
In the club and throw me the dembow
My cangris are activated and don't believe in forgiveness
Shoot bullets, guerrilla, and throw me the dembow

Tommy, pull out the flutes
We went wild
Nelly, pull out the flutes
We went wild
Yankee, pull out the flutes
We went wild
Luny, pull out the flutes...

The hunt has begun, design yourself a good coat for tomorrow
My cavalry abuses more than the German empire
The high hierarchy recognized as The Cangris
Get out of the way because we're going with kamikaze acts
Learn from this school that sounds the hardest
We go against anyone so avoid problems
That nowadays even if it's not Christmas Eve
The piglets in the street are filled with lead
Impact, intact, loose in the act
And I sing, crush those who say they rhyme and have flow
Kidnap and kill for blood to the pact
That's why I don't believe in any motherfucker
The most versatile, warrior of volatile stamina
Setting the rules like a lambi
For me this is like a kid and the candy
You sound good but not like The Cangris

Tommy, kill them
Kill them with rhythm
Sound them with flow
In the club and throw me the dembow
My cangris are activated and don't believe in forgiveness
Shoot bullets, guerrilla, and throw me the dembow

Yankee, kill them
Kill them with rhythm
Sound them with flow
In the club and throw me the dembow
My cangris are activated and don't believe in forgiveness
Shoot bullets, guerrilla, and throw me the dembow

Tommy, pull out the flutes
We went wild
Nelly, pull out the flutes
We went wild
Yankee, pull out the flutes
We went wild
Luny, pull out the flutes...

Tommy Viera!
The Cangris!
Daddy Yankee!
The pressure has begun!
You know how we do, man!
Without hesitation, without playing!
To stay with the song!
Tommy Viera!
Daddy Yankee!
Come on!