Traficando (feat Arcángel)

Arcangel Pa'
Traffic
De La Ghetto
Trafficking
For all the Criminals
For all the Gangsters

Trafficking my way
Trafficking my way
I keep smoking, keep partying
And while I take care of the ugly things (x2)

Mine is pure, like a whole kilo of cocaine
Moving musical kilos with the Jamaican mafia
Rasta because I smoke joints in abundance
Mafioso because I'm malicious with balls
Ask, daddy, the archangel doesn't pretend
And even if you criticize me for what I do, I stop sales
I keep doing what I know how to do
If they get tough, I make the magician disappear
Because there's no blinder than the one who doesn't want to see
Work, while I smoke and traffic at the same time
Addicted to the flow with which I turn them into addicts
Who would have thought, De La Ghetto, Arcangel, and Ecko
Suck on the flow, I leave them addicted like crack
And you, and your crew suck as long as they have a mouth
What it means is that as long as they live
They'll have a mouth
And if they die
They'll suck even in the grave

Trafficking my way (trafficking)
Trafficking my way
I keep smoking, keep partying
And joking while I take care of the ugly things (x2)

I wake up the next day, quickly, I don't think, I light a blunt
Ready to go crazy
Lower your weapons, I send hot and you won't be saved
Keep going on your journey, Arcangel takes it calmly
This doesn't negotiate, and the one who fights, gets tired of fighting
As the saying goes,