Para Las Damas

There are few reasons
The real reasons
And if the rat ever changed then why not me
If Cinderella did it
She woke up turned into a snob
She forgot that before
She didn't even have
To talk nonsense
That happens to anyone
But may it not happen to me
The good one for the warrior
The one who knows what she's doing
The good one for the one who doesn't have nails from flipping so much
The good one for the fruits of the poor and what she molds

To those who were taught good and bad things
To the pretty girls who were erased by the ugly ones
What good was beauty if they were stupid and didn't think
What good was beauty if they didn't even value themselves
What good was promiscuity
If after being with everyone they would end up alone
To those who fell in love with the ones they shouldn't
And gave everything, but only received pain

To the women who isolate themselves
To the women who sold their vagina for money
To those who never managed to do anything alone
To those who never report and are mistreated
To the housewives
To the suffering mothers
To those with breast cancer
And to the afflicted

To lesbian and bisexual women
To those who do nothing but take photos with cell phones
To the depressed, the emotional, to those suffering from AIDS
To the suicidal, to the aging women
For this and more, I dedicate all my rhymes to them
This goes to all the restless ones
To those who were silly and are now all rich

For the bad ladies

But they didn't count on winning face to face

For the crafty, tricky crabs
For the jíbaras, those sharp-tongued ones
For those who ended up with the drunkard
For those who raised their children alone
For the unruly only daughters
For the troublemakers and for all the stops
This goes for all those who think they're rappers
So listen to this girl and give your opinion

Dedicated to the other ladies
To those who are afraid to speak and die in silence
To the prisoners, to the wayward
To those caught in the square
To those who think they're small but are actually great
To the good cooks
To those who burn everything
To those who didn't know what it's like to be a mother
This goes for those who had abortions
For those who had them but never took care of them
To those who blew their bodies and it's over

Mostly to the crazy, picky tomboys
After mistreatment in the morbid racket
To the hand of hypocrites
I don't know if it's hypocrisy to dedicate these rhymes to them
But if life isn't irony
Then what would it be?
I know I would miss naming many more
For those who had plastic surgeries
But ended up wrong
To pregnant females

Dedicated to all the judicious ones
And also to the lazy ones
To the sneaky ones
To the short ones
To those for whom being a woman is torture
To the chicks, to the rich women, to the muses
To the girls of whoever
To the one who always wins as a girl

(Greetings and respects to the zalabarrieta)

To those who thought of tying down their husband
After conceiving a child never recognized

To those who want to make friends by smoking weed
To those who think they can win by being a hanger
To all those stupid girls
I dedicate this song and hopefully they value the gifts their daddy gave them
Dedicated to the real artists and to those who try
It doesn't mean they stopped being fictional
To those who criticize me but sing less
If you have doubts in a street freestyle, see you