Haciendo Ruido

Lyrics and experiences from the suburb, villero flow not suitable for blondes
The guys as always causing a disturbance
I smoke a joint and I go to the studio
To record a song to play in the most shady places

Many characters throwing bad vibes
And even if they try to copy, they don't match me
I started from scratch and we keep climbing
You liars, never pulling the trigger

They don't live what they narrate, my bars are like an R15
My voice tears apart the instrumentals
Keep making basic music like junk food
While my songs are all guitar

And I keep doing my thing, better, dude, I die doing my thing
Disgust and hatred towards the police
Cheers to my family and those who hustle every day
Because it's ugly to go to sleep with an empty stomach

Making noise in the street (calm down, friend)
The jealous ones explode (down with the fools)
Bunch of girls, all loose at the dance
And the guys with their hands in the air, with their hands in the air

Making noise in the street (you know how it is)
The jealous ones explode (right away, mate)
Bunch of girls, all loose at the dance
And the guys with their hands in the air, with their hands in the air

(Hard, hard) go for it, baby, go for it (oh)
Because here, you're the one who knows (hard, hard)
And let no one mess with you (go for it)
Because here we are chacale'

(Hard, hard) go for it, baby, go for it (oh)
Because here, you're the one who knows (hard, hard)
And let no one mess with you (go for it)
Because here we are chacale'

For the fools, there's malice
To those who lead a fictional life
Bring them down, that's my expertise
Don't be surprised to see tomorrow in the news
How the parrots land because of my greed

We puncture the gloves of the boxitracio
The guys fight with fists and shots move forward
You don't have the fuel, nor the start
You guys have a long way to go, to start a blood transfusion

Don't try to run away or tell me how you want to do it
And when it comes to action, you'll get to know me
The stutterer loaded by Lucifer himself
Don't blink because you'll regret it

You don't have the character to move the branch
Take off the sign that you're cool because it's not true
If you want noise, we make noise, say, dude, what's up
None of you can match me, not even if you're reborn

Making noise in the street (calm down, friend)
The jealous ones explode (down with the fools)
Bunch of girls, all loose at the dance
And the guys with their hands in the air, with their hands in the air

Making noise in the street (you know how it is)
The jealous ones explode (right away, mate)
Bunch of girls, all loose at the dance
And the guys with their hands in the air, with their hands in the air

(Hard, hard) go for it, baby, go for it (oh)
Because here, you're the one who knows (hard, hard)
And let no one mess with you (go for it)
Because here we are chacale'

(Hard, hard) go for it, baby, go for it (oh)
Because here, you're the one who knows (hard, hard)
And let no one mess with you (go for it)
Because here we are chacale'