Un Juidero de Pinga (feat. El Legend Soou)

It's just that here are a few, John Neon, who
Call themselves rappers
But at the show, they have to prove it first
I reiterate: I would die for my crown
I'm here to stay, I'm not a foreigner

With an extreme note, ready for the problem
Since you have me with the megadema
Because I am not a slave to the system
(To anyone, to their face) I say
Mamañemo, listen to my song

An old man advised me not to say bad words
But in his youth, he did wicked things
That's why I'm going to make his daughter open up to me
Fall in love and give me love, when she sees the Chupacabra

Like women, all of you hate my sarcasm
I know that hearing my voice gives you an orgasm
The pencil didn't want rich, now, which one is in charge?
(Chemical, my ultra mega friend) I don't suck!

Hey!, ultra, megauniversal
I never saw several lay Moon, who were alive, they are things of God
Hello, here I am. Let's see, princesses
Let's go to hip-hop, because I'm here for the lightning, I don't represent pop

You all look a hundred like the pop juices
My gun is the hundred, it also wants to fault you
Crazy, crazy, stop, stop, hey, do you want to kill them?
Why is this rat bat not worth anything? (Me)
I disrespected and gave him like ten kicks
Then my board gave him a thousand and started shooting

What are you?, because seeing gram
Smoke cigarettes and if a mess starts, we're leaving
I think Nostradamus predicted this
This kid is tough, let's do what we can!

Maniac and we go out to look for the chaco
I estimate them, a moña that doesn't deliver, I break his head
(Soou, this is a mess of dick, I don't want to do it
But they give us ground if we fall asleep in the robbery)

Maniac and we go out to look for the chaco
I estimate them, a moña that doesn't deliver, I break his head
(Soou, this is a mess of dick, I don't want to do it
But they give us ground if we fall asleep in the robbery)

Today we go out to look for a sack full of bills
On a 50 motorcycle and armed with a couple of machetes
We have the herb drying on the clothesline
Here we are anti-polygamous, twenty-four seven

I'm going to make them respect me, by hook or by crook
In the concrete jungle I'm a Bengal tiger
I seem like the reincarnation of Christopher Wallace
Many want to compare themselves, but none are equal

If they grow wings, I'll cut them off
I was born because my mom didn't have money for an abortion
More than half of my family doesn't care about me
That's why when I kill the drink, I don't behave

I report making a lot of bad messes
If I'm a criminal and more when I'm stoned
I've never left the street
I'm still active, distributing saranana wholesale and retail

Light up the Bayer cultivated in the mountains
I feel like Vaquilla when he was in prison in Ocaña
And we go out to look for cash with sleep in our eyes
I'm living my American dream from Spain

I don't know why they're surprised when I drop a new song
I'm always low profile and mocking the system
If John Neon produces, hey, it sounds great
At the rap level, I'm a damn problem

Do I explain myself?, I get in the booth crazy and I rap
We have contacts in Cali at the Perico level
Here we are poor, but we live like the rich

And they are frogs that don't even reach kitten level
(And they are frogs that don't even reach kitten level)

Come on, let's go
The strong people
Ultra, megauniversal
El Legend Soou

Tell them that they don't even reach kitten level
We did this from Spain with Los Joselitos
Always active distributing saranana
I am the real quinquillero

John Neon, El Legend of my personal things
Jason El Mono, Pla', La Sustancia
Three Seven Studio
El Legend Soou, you just don't understand

They don't even reach kitten level, me
Tell me, Jincho
This is a psychopath from A

Ultra, megauniversal
That's how we are
Jason El Mono, Pla', La Sustancia
Tell them that Ultra, mega
Tell them that there's no room for