La Segunda (feat. Zaramay)

Na-Na-Nahuel the Coach
This is not music, it's drugs, eh

The first one was for Taco, the second one is for Nico
For the people on the street, I dedicate it to the skinny ones
For Spain, for Mexico, and also for Puerto Rico (hey)
From Argentina, I'm Diego doing tricks
Weed, champagne, and coke, living a rich life
With my people since I was a kid, I'll die cursed
They say the second one is coming, the first one asked for it
The street raw, in supreme category
At night and in silence, I fall into the alley
If I don't fall with the Tauro, I fall with the gun
In case someone twists on me, in case they get tough
Because the envious abound when someone is doing better
Blessings for Misiones, now planting for me (blessed)
I have gardener girls growing that weed for me
On my chest, my brothers, all my Gs tattooed
And even if the cops kill me, I'll die like this
Give me a thousand to spend, I owe no one a favor
Haters looking at me badly, but my drum is full
The first one was good, the second one is better
My bars are like soybeans, I sell them abroad
Homer is not tired, he's not thinking of going to bed
Homer is negotiating, he puts it and collects
Homer doesn't sell drugs, now they pay him to sing
And even the cops ask for a photo, they don't want to catch him
Those rappers with the bow tie dream about what we have
But in this, I'm the master and I always prove it
While the rest is looking for the top spot
I'm stuck in my flaws
That's why I've been dreaming perfect for a long time

The Chief of the Underworld
Huh, you know
Yeah

A bandit wherever I go
El Chino knocking out Floyd
Buddy, I walk alone, I don't need a convoy
That I wasn't going to go far, that I was going to die young
And now the songs stick to me, baby, before going out (did you hear?)
I'm the tough guy, wherever I put it, I cause a commotion
I show myself so much that I have a couple of hidden enemies
I have the company running and not selling junk
Clean money, for a badass flow and good bars
The kiosk is mine and I went to the supermarket
The rappers on sale, they're at a discounted price
The Cooper loses and the coke and the pig left the side
As long as I walk with death, I'm well accompanied
They tell me: Get off the pony and three hundred thousand for the party
From the Polo horse I switch to the Ferrari (did you hear?)
The pool has chlorine and your gold will dye
The boom-bap pirates who stole the treasure
I play the guitar more than Slash, Chaca when he used momentum
I didn't have money for the bus, now I live on a plane
Ñejo said it and it's true, before just one pair of pants
Argentina left them without gasoline in the gallon
No one paid attention to me, but now I'm full of offers
Because I'm in charge of having to open the doors
A minute of silence for the competition that is dead
You weren't in my harvest, you won't live off my orchard
So listen, bastard, your desire is to see me thrown
You're more resentful than a retired cop
I sat buddies at my table, with time they've turned
The tailor makes me an Armani suit, let them shoot me dead, damn

Huh, yeah
You know
Zara is untouchable like the H in Cutral Có, bastard
Zaramay, baby