Qué Vas a Contarmes Tú?

Yeah! What a shitty intro..
2009! Porta! h0lynaight! damn!
Yeah yeah h0lynaight and porta and 2009 and damn and all that jazz
For elite productions, from the two tough guys from Barcelona, ole!

Naiara:
I don't know how this track will sound but I dig it
Naiara doesn't articulate, she's got a chip on her shoulder
Sometimes I swear I'd beat the crap out of all you bastards
With so much nonsense, they hit you from all sides
Your last song made me sad, now it makes me laugh
Calling you a bitch at this point doesn't satisfy me
Am I not half of what you expected from me?
Look, you tried to mess with me, I succeeded
I'm happy with little, come on! Also with a lot
I hate diets with a passion, I love the ice cream cone one
I fight with blood and sword for my people
The blonde doesn't stay quiet in front of incoherent MCs
I'm impatient, get your act together
Everyone come at once, no need for lines
Rappers from Eight Mile suck my foot
I made fanatical Catholics lose faith
What you lack is high self-esteem
I love this, and it comes from my throat
How many people act holy, I lack interest
Ask yourself why even your mother can't stand you
Shut up damn it! Do us all a favor
No one pays attention to you, don't copy nicknames
It's tough, I accept it and assimilate it in my notebook
Bound to it day by day, sometimes I feel incomplete
Chorus:
What are you going to tell me about this?
If you're like the others, you blend in with the rest
Be attentive, patient with people
I'll tell you how to do it, dude, this comes out inert
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I'm only good at this, I have something..
But..but what are you doing?
But what are you saying?
But what are you doing?
I'm doing what I damn well please
Can't I make a chorus or what? You can do it and I can't..
Oh my god, oh my god..
What's up?
Oh my god..I have a cold
No, you don't have a cold, don't be fake
I swear
No, don't swear so much
Alright, forget it!
No, I'm going to keep going damn it!

Porta:
You, suck me off, at this point I get so hard
That even the base gets saturated, stitches
For rupture, and the impression I cause
I can make a holocaust of rappers like a cannibal
And I'm exhausted, they put a price on my head
Fools have been afraid of me since my skill grew
When it comes to structuring, flowing on the beat
Like a dolphin in the sea, it sucks but I only make hits
If it's because of you or rather because of your fault
I get much stronger every time they insult me
I'm unique, different, special, weird as you want
I'm in danger of extinction because I'm a beast
If you knew what rap means to me
Do you really think if it was just a trend I wouldn't have quit already?
After what I've endured and endure
So you can later say that my love for rap isn't that big
I exist, even though you want my death
Stop and think about it, try to argue something so strong man
Look for focus, it's the right balance
I sound rough, I look for a b-boy in the face who is fair
They want to see me sunk, ignore that I float
They say I've sold out but I'm still Porta
Always loyal to myself and even if it pisses you off
I dream all over the damn globe, I ignore everything from Barcelona

Chorus:
I'm only good at this
I have something that sets me apart from the rest
I have that something, something that many envy
You can criticize me, it's part of my life
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