Desafio

Loony, this is another one from us,
for you, what's missing, the challenge,
Come on Don, Tego Calderón, Wisin and Yandel,
Tempo, Loony Tunes and Noriega.

Look at them, they're on a trip letting go (Loony Tunes),
what they want is for people to see them dance,
they're so loose and I'm loose and dancing with the night, I'm Don Omal.
Look at them, they're on a trip letting go (Loony Tunes),
what they want is for people to see them dance,
they're so loose and I'm loose and dancing with the night, I'm Don Omal.
man no, they have nothing, how suckers they are,
the action is starting, feel the tension,
fear lives in you, you're afraid to die,
what's going to happen to you, you won't see it, you'll feel it,
you can't sleep if you're not thinking of me
Damn unhappy, I hate them all
And I swear, they will regret it
For messing with me, not even me
Who has no reverse
At this point, not even trying
To measure strengths
Who sells more
Who promotes more
Anyway, I'm already international
Let them all go to hell
They can kill themselves for all I care
While you settle
I want more and more
Representing Rap and Reggae
Underground in China
Do you think Pina's crew can do that?
I don't think so, Pili
Watch me and take a seat, react
Realize that this is Tempo's time

Hey...
I think your life stinks
It seems to me that your anger is fake
The suicide has arrived, the one who finishes you off
The one who makes everyone who throws at him bleed.
I think your life stinks
It seems to me that your anger is fake
The suicide has arrived, the one who finishes you off
The one who makes everyone who throws at him bleed.
I haven't needed the bling-bling
Much less the show-off
and still I outshine them
The Abayarde leaves them far behind
Modern swagger, liked even by the old ones
Go for it, chambon, this is turn and turn
For the velagüira who live in lies
I have lyrics more special than Topeka
Who have already run dry and mecca
The bicycle is screwed
The rhythm barbarian has arrived
They can imitate me but it will never be the same
Without favoritism, bringing them down
If you don't like it, don't eat it
The pursuer, I have plenty of oil in my cantinplona
The Abayarde who doesn't flinch
Letting it fall with violent feeling
And a groove that I won't even tell you about
The one everyone's been waiting for
The one who had to arrive,
The veteran without going to Vietnam
Your ethics is not my ethics
You follow me?
Hey, crazy
No one writes like me
Your ethics is childish, of a skirt
My buddy, I crush you with