Los Pibes de Las Motos

Haha, he says, hey
El Turko with the fade, and let the girls show up
He says

The guys ask me for a freestyle
From Ludueña with the wordplay
I came to break the song and we take the trophies
She wants the handsome one, not the ugly ones
That's why she calls me, she knows I don't turn around

The guys ask me for a freestyle
-Teo, -teo, -teo, -teo, -teo, -teo
The guys ask me for a freestyle
-Teo, -teo, -teo, -teo, -teo, -teo

The guys ask me for a freestyle
From Ludueña with the wordplay
I came to break the song and we take the trophies
She wants the handsome one, not the ugly ones
That's why she calls me, she knows I don't turn around

They told me you like the bad boys
Those who break it, like in the old days
Bold, gangster flow since I was a kid
You just have to want to move forward (he says)

We are the guys on the motorcycles
Here the kids are all pilots
One hangs the tornado and the other takes a picture
To tell a story, they know it by heart, RKT for the guys

My brother with a fake one hanging on the side
He's scraping the grill, we're cool like El Noba
With a Lander size M messing around with the drum
Here come the guys racing with the X-Plora
Flow BR, like piloting an XR
Mami, move the donkey, come on, don't be scared
The exhaust of my bike has SPR written on it
I throw some cuts to lower the revs

And it sounds blam, like the gun blam blam
In the neighborhood with a cool fade
Becoming a millionaire is the plan
Throwing cuts on a Titan
A couple of fools look, he says

Get on my seat, the cuts plaka plaka
With your bandit look we take all the money
The real always stands out
Always thug, never rat
I don't want anyone to come when I have all the money

We are the guys on the motorcycles
Here the kids are all pilots
One hangs the tornado and the other takes a picture
To tell a story, they know it by heart, RKT for the guys

Come on dude, the cops are coming, come on, run
Get on the bike, get on the bike

The guys on the bikes, thugs accelerating
No lack of pilots, hanging a wheel
Sporty thug, climbing the sidewalk
They look like Brazilians

The guys on the bikes, bikes, bikes
The guys on the bikes, bikes, bikes
The guys on the bikes, bikes, bikes
The guys on the bikes, thugs accelerating

Hey, he says, El Turko with the fade
And let the girls show up
Tincho DJ
From Ludueña to the world, dog
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