L Cojo, L Negro Y L Gitano

Cata cheli, to the rhythm I fit in,
blow, influence I unleash,
I bring a bird in hand and I'm not crazy,
oh I suffocate girl,
funny rap with a pineapple flavor.
Diña, kamela, dika the drunkenness,
grabbing, clapping hands in your folds,
Antón, little gypsy basket weaver,
proud comrades from the slums in the candlestick,
jundamares dikan hand raised and lighter,
(did you see it?) They saw it, put bad vibes in between,
and we brought a remedy not a mystery
since today we are premiering.
I brake, I'm good, the pity is that I burn,
work that I don't fear and my buddy does the same,
because the Chinese man's dad told us,
do the favor of going slowly son.
And barefoot feeling is better than you sleeping
and you were doing or saying something stinky,
the best edy mondo, ondo,
with swollen jaws in the crazy circle,
we had little, ja the mom dies,
since it was spring and we were waiting,
long wait we took away the sorrows,
guardians calm down we cut our hair,
today with a joint in mouth with a bong I puff, go up a lot cousin,
it's hot when it gets close,
unreason and mime they take out the sain from you,
don't let your chungalis friends treat us like kies.

Strolling we go to everything that happens,
you smile, it gives you milk, we didn't mess around,
we don't want little chickens to shake their thongs,
coming with fineness when my bitch the sleeve (x2)

[El langui]
El langui chacho who is approaching,
and holding hands with the gypsy if necessary,
mom, can I go to the party?
Not too drunk or too late you have me at home.
Cachaba, hat, well embroidered polka dots,
my flamencos to the laic, the red akais,
the body bruised by everything I've stumbled upon,
now publish it in the press the disabled has arrived,
showing off, olee, and not in the early hours with my buddy,
aahh why do we dress like this, aaah, and that annoys your mom:
I see the corrillos at a hundred and pairs
who have the gafunis with fogged up glasses,
very bad intentions, very bad manners,
don't force the kids to huddle in the doorways,
for my liber, tuki,
we don't lose our rings for scrubbing the dishes,
or for the scolding,
oh father, if I went through hell to put on a sock,
long ago that slipped from my hand,
I had no choice but to jump in the river,
look for the tricks, patience and a little complaining,
that was needed more than a tacatá,
so that I can make fun of it,
advance slowly, I learned to listen,
without answering back, wait, mature,
help warm up the situation and we found the jallar,
how does it taste good?
Well without sucking an asshole here we are in the field,
to push the truth, without money behind,
from Pan Ben, we kill ourselves that's what we offer.
Now say how I move,
in the track the girls keep roneoing,
shaking the noise, with a couple of heel taps.
Somboleitor!....what happened? Don't stop the dancing.

[Frank T]
I'm here with two guys
whom I've told and retold
to behave like two good boys,
but because of the aforementioned rap
or because they were in the car listening to a tape of Los Chichos,
they have left the vocabulary of this album in doubt
and not capriciously we should prepare a niche
for the good manners of my good speech, it's been said,
but only in this song, oh my God! I contradicted myself.
I've already found the gossip with spark that La Excepcion brought,
we put another twist to the song
and the game doesn't change but the chips have changed here,
don't fall into misfortune because one here deals.
The thing is done, stand on the right because they go like an arrow
and it's the same as the narrow street
narrows more, they're going to do it as they want,
it was me who let them choose.
Hot rhythm, doing well with these people,
serious smiling rap to cheer the mind,
listen kid, even if it's complicated or simple,
we'll make hands go up with this chorus.

You won't say you don't see a bit of grace in it.
Teeth in your mouth come out, that's the laughter.
Don't cross your arms, come on, don't be silly today.
The black, the lame and the gypsy, if good rhymes.