La Bachata (feat. Chael Produciendo)

It's that I know, it's that I know
It's that it lights up, that it, that it lights me up
It's that it lights up, that it, that it lights me up
It's that it lights up, that it, that it lights me up the note
A component lights me up

I go in reverse, damn with the Versa
My name is: The Boss, and my last name doesn't talk
The hood on my head, catch it with that
I catch you in Herrera, and we release you by UTESA
For the street the skill, business for the table
I swore to be a millionaire, buddy, I already fulfilled my promise
The dead, to the Duquesa landfill
You turned around, buddy, for marijuana and beer

Bang-bang-bang-bang-bang (I knock down the door)
Bang-bang-bang-bang-bang (I comb and I shoot them)
Bang-bang-bang-bang-bang ('bullets are raining')
(Making all my enemies dance bachata)

Bang-bang-bang-bang-bang (I knock down the door)
Bang-bang-bang-bang-bang (I comb and I shoot them)
Bang-bang-bang-bang-bang ('bullets are raining')
(Making all my enemies dance bachata)

I don't command, I get on and go; I'm the driver
I'm going to fill you with lead if you scare
I'm always ready, as if they're looking for me carte blanche
My thug instinct doesn't fail
Mine doesn't get stuck, talent doesn't stagnate
When I have to show off, I put the lever in D

My mom out of necessity and the fridge without ice
I've saved two hundred
If I were a cop, I'd operate my face all with gloves
Better, I decided to be a singer
Joking, the immigrant in the wandering Dutchman
I have a parrot to deceive more than two hundred crew members
The delinquent who is a singer
I make fun of you, of that one, of the street and those through
My voice spreads like a car speaker
No one backs you up because they push you forward
Big talker, troublemaker, and arrogant
You can't handle two cents because you act arrogant
In this chorus I don't want an immigrant
Who by lying makes himself feel important

In the dembow no one steps on my tail
The only one with the Coca-Cola recipe
Head, never tail; the butt breaker
I'm the boss of you, like in Sony, Mottola
You won't reach me even asking for a favor
Don't compare an iPhone with a Motorola
Sss, eoh, move it to two hundred
Turn it on, let it burn!

Bang-bang-bang-bang-bang (I knock down the door)
Bang-bang-bang-bang-bang (I comb and I shoot them)
Bang-bang-bang-bang-bang ('bullets are raining')
(Making all my enemies dance bachata)

Bang-bang-bang-bang-bang (I knock down the door)
Bang-bang-bang-bang-bang (I comb and I shoot them)
Bang-bang-bang-bang-bang ('bullets are raining')
(Making all my enemies dance bachata)

It's that it lights up, that it, that it lights me up
It's that it lights up, that it, that it lights me up
It's that it lights up, that it, that it lights me up the note
A component lights me up (I go, I go, I go)

It's that it lights up, that it, that it lights me up
It's that it lights up, that it, that it lights me up
It's that it lights up, that it, that it lights me up the note
A component lights me up

I go in reverse, damn with the Versa
My name is: The Boss, and my last name doesn't talk
The hood on my head, catch it with that
I catch you in Herrera, and we release you by UTESA
For the street the skill, business for the table
I swore to be a millionaire, buddy, I already fulfilled my promise
The dead, to the Duquesa landfill
You turned around, buddy, for marijuana and beer