Toma La Traca

Take the blast, get on the hammock,
This is the session of the badass psychiatrist,
Macabre therapy, tough sound,
Taste the most expensive paw, suck, suck, and swallow.

The bad ones stand out and from end to end goats bleat,
They knock on the door of the style without anyone opening,
I'm here digging and who barks at me,
If you fall back with the storytelling hustle.
I like things hot so they don't lose substance,
Because then who pays, who vouches,
I have an impressive army behind me,
Let my people ask that today I rule the bar.
Open the windows so the flame comes in,
I turn it into pure filigree,
Breaking records, wasting desire,
This is the cradle that rocks without singing lullabies.
Oh mama, I really give a damn,
With feet blackened from singing like a siren,
I receive with no bazookas, I'm the boss,
The one who in the future conceives human beasts.
With clouds like ships unloading bursts of revelry,
With knives and daggers with keys that pierce,
The vain little hill shuts up and climbs,
Well, you don't know, who cries a lot, mama?.

You take the blast, open the windows,
Take the blast that the flame comes in,
Take the blast,
Take the blast. (x2)

I'm tough and cold like a tombstone,
I solve serious problems always quickly,
In this world, don't expect a rematch,
You hear my technique, but in theory living in practice.
Catch the style that squints, it's fine cinnamon,
This throws 100% pure adrenaline,
Stumbles so you move the gloom,
Gentlemen, enjoy the great show of bad Maria.
More vowels than anyone,
I've already been hungry and every gram I've earned I've put it up high,
Now the voice of command puts you in line,
So, dude, dude, sweat, sweat.
There's no doubt or escape here,
Here in the tough and the ripe, good times for heights,
That my name pushes, that my size bids,
That my lyrics swear, that my blade hastens.
That my suit doesn't have a single wrinkle,
That there's no frame with all my features,
Hey, I have the cure for your gluttony based on noise
And my train rolls, I have the secure spot.

You take the blast, open the windows,
Take the blast that the flame comes in,
Take the blast,
Take the blast. (x2)

I offer you the best of the best, flavor of action,
The best lesson,
On how to do rap, not how to sing a song
And on top of it all, causing a scene.
Without crutches but with support, following the flow,
Digging holes, leaving bargains, eating pastries,
Throwing breadcrumbs to the chickens,
In every battle, taking it all.
Making my life a bargain,
Sowing good buds,
Things are heating up and the blast sounds,
The eardrums burn, the Maria is by the side.
Destroying speakers with hoarseness and sore throats,
Impeccable tracks, iron from my vein to your vein,
That takes the senses, that takes away the pain,
Live with this, the bad one prepares the cream.