El Malandraje (feat. R Jota)

Hahaha
DJ Juan
Fabio
(I'm the mike who knows about this)
Wolf Hector the voice
(Hole)

The mafia speaks
I arrived, put on a dog
Yes, he says
(I'm not the one who sings)
My very manic combo
I go out like Juanka the troublemaker
A seed in the pupil
How is the acid sticking?
I already have a nice one and now I'm nice
That dresses well, Rocha
And it has no plastic at all
I'm turning off a couple of ruchi, ha
If they go down to the county
We'll take the backpack from you, Guchi
I'll keep your chagua
With the smell of tutifruti
After a tremendous tour
I'll take her to have some tussi
The thugs have arrived
Inside the sports hall where everyone has a suit
You take pills to take the courage
They want to be dogs
Without all 'some cowards, eh

The r jota, pa
Don't rush her
They bully the neighborhood because you're puppies
I'm with the mafia
If they rot, they are demons
Better not give them away because they have the bow on
What are they doing, and we already know it?
The 'fool' and the 'swindler' were caught for being a ghost

I'm not anti-chorro, never that letter
I put this fourth-rate 'crawler' to rest
They sing that they are mafia
Everything with rapper' I don't even believe them
Mafia are my friends who are so into money
They did it, but they made it cool
He makes a mean face because these togas are flashing
They were not rescued

They were left out because of their big mouths
If they shoot, they should do it quietly
Alleged false thieves never interested us
Suddenly with the broom
They stole an armored vehicle
Stop, super thief
Of so many facts that you named
None of you set foot in a pavilion
That's not luck, that's a great movie
Who feels awesome, Netflix
This is the noba band
We are what we are and we do not buy with the togas
My friend puts his chest out in case someone gets upset
And we are always cello and re of the year with your she-wolf
With your she-wolf

So much that they snore
No one reports
They talk about trend
But no one contributes it
Listening to the FA
While you were listening to the door
With the mafia
Your girls are all going crazy
My very manic combo
I go out like Juanka the troublemaker
A seed in the pupil
How is the acid sticking?
I already have a nice one and now I'm nice
That dresses well, Rocha
And it has no plastic at all
I'm turning off a couple of ruchi, ha
If they go down to the county
We'll take the backpack from you, Guchi
I'll keep your chagua
With the smell of tutifruti
After a tremendous tour
I'll take her to have some tussi
(Hole)

I'm here, dog (I'm not the one who sings)
Hey, R Jota, pa
South zone at full speed, eh? (I'm the mike, who knows about this)
The fools, on the floor
The malandra-g arrived
Yes
The mafia speaks
Infinite
DJ Juan
Cumbia 420 for the turros
Sooooo!)