Chapa y Carbón (part. Malandro y DT.Bilardo)

Ey
L-Gante, dog, what's up
It's the Malandro of America
Cumbia 4-20 for the black ones

The night stretches
Here the shirt sweats and the bottle is emptied
The most divine always hangs out with the most bar-like
And without Cartier or Rolex or Festina

Let's go to the dance floor
We're really crazy and the girls are ready
When we go out, we surprise with the look
Like real neighborhood guys, kind of terrorist (yeh)
With the look

Go prepare the grill on top of that sheet metal
Here comes the meat and they have the piglet
The gang is coming to the alley
Here's all the real sauce, man

I stir the pot with the ladle
I'm kind of skull-like, but fun
My crew backs me up in a big car
And I have a couple of buds in my pants

And I want a lot of partying until I break my neck
And a lot of smoke under the hood
Can't hear, where are the tough guys who struggle?
Money flies and the neighborhood sends fruit

All Reebok, Nike, always original
A real leader, law of the ghetto, man
Like the criminal, always alert to the fla'
Alone without support we made it here

Hey, dude, come on, does the flow come out like that for you?
Go on, pray to your little angel to see if it works
You have a long way to go, coward, to measure graves
L-Gante is from my team, the kid knows

My group arrives and shoots, mommy
My corner burning weed
We're all out on the street, on fire
I'm chilling inside the party
They envy me, the girls get jealous
The guys are active on the corner
I do my thing and go on a trip
My people follow me in a Meriva

And a lot of shooting, buddy, no faking
Because here in my ghetto we don't accept hesitation
We're ready for the money, I'm a street dog
I'm paddling in January to spend it in February

And that's how we are, we're ready for the thousand
We always go rin-tin-tin
And you get the plate jumping, even if you're in civilian clothes
I don't change sides, here cumbia is like drill
Let's write the story and also put an end to it

L-Gante Keloke (L-Gante Keloke)
The Malandro, dog (The Malandro, mommy)
Cumbia 4-20 for the black ones
Cumbia 4-20 for the black ones (DT.Bilardo)

Yah
DT.Bilardo
Corner Chantas Cream
Maxi El Brother, man