Ronca

The best DJ of the reggaeton genre...
Best song of the reggaeton genre Snore...
(Don Don)
The best artist of the reggaeton genre in your hands...
(Snore)
(You already know)
(Grrrrrr....)
Simply the one who speaks with hands...
(Snore)
(The highest paid)
The most decent...
The world has known your music...
(Snore)

Snore hit it with the Tonka
You are better note by note
Give them what excites them
And drives them crazy
Eliel snore hit it with the Tonka
You are better note by note
Give them what excites them
And drives them crazy

And bring out the symphonies
The bionic rapper has been released
The one who sells the most with a historic record
And tactical tricks
I'm going to bring out plastic bullets
To sweep all those pigs
Who think they're practical

None will fight
What they do is front
They don't look for anything with me
They're crap....
None will fight
What they do is front
They don't look for anything with me
They're crap....

(Wooooh...) (Snore)
(Wooooh...) (Snore)
(Wooooh...) (Snore)
(Wooooh...) (Snore)

Eliel it's your turn snore hit it with the Tonka
Shut the mouths of all these soca'
Who get excited and suffocate their lyrics
Tell them that with us they're in trouble
One hundred thousand battles and we're still undefeated
Half a million copies sold with the same album
I notice them hostile, they fight for a cliff
We're sounding like the kings of Puerto Rico

None will fight
What they do is front
They don't look for anything with me
They're crap....
None will fight
What they do is front
They don't look for anything with me
They're crap....

(Wooooh...) (Snore)
(Wooooh...) (Snore)
(Wooooh...) (Snore)
(Wooooh...) (Snore)

Snore hit it with the Tonka
You are better note by note
Give them what excites them
And drives them crazy
Eliel snore hit it with the Tonka
You are better note by note
Give them what excites them
And drives them crazy

(Hahahahaha)
I leave you crazy, you all throw from afar
They front and are my reflection...
How the old man kills them, everyone looks in my mirror
Play with me and play with your skin
I leave you crazy, you all throw from afar
They front and are my reflection...
How the old man kills them, everyone looks in my mirror
Play with me and play with your skin
I'm the bambino.....
Hector the fine gangster father
Producer of platinum records
I hit the one who licks me
I mix music with the street, how do I combine them
I don't lose the thread, I'm a double-edged knife
The one with the cake without selling kilos
Eliel snore I'm hunting with the Tonka
Eliel snore I'm hunting with the Tonka

Snore hit it with the Tonka
You are better note by note
Give them what excites them
And drives them crazy
Eliel snore hit it with the Tonka
You are better note by note
Give them what excites them
And drives them crazy

None will fight
What they do is front
They don't look for anything with me
They're crap....
None will fight
What they do is front
They don't look for anything with me
They're crap....

(Wooooh...) (Snore)
(Wooooh...) (Snore)
(Wooooh...) (Snore)
(Wooooh...) (Snore)

The reality of the matter...
Is that they call us the fantastic ones
Hector the bambino
Zion
Don Omar
Eliel
Nesty
The masterminds
Escobar
Alex 'Gargola'
Mario
Letting us feel
Snore
And we snore because we can
Because we are the owners of the genre
The owners of the genre...
And if it snores...
Hold on hold on...
If it snores...
Hold on...
(Don)
Hahaha...
Snore