Vacilando (remix) (part. El Jincho, BLESSED013, Dirty Porko, Ivan Cano y MBS)

(Tunin' Slow Beats)
Oh
Go over there, my nigga

The number one has arrived, the toughest on this continent
The only singer who gives a shout out to criminals
I have a different dialect and slang
Because I graduated on the street with an outstanding grade

Many rappers lie for fame and sound
And they make shitty rhymes without sense
To represent rap, I have been chosen
The legacy of Tupac and Notorious still lives on

I'm ready for cash, I'm a joseador
My calembo weighs more than Thor's hammer
To the instrumental, I make love
It's that at the rap level, I am the end, that is, the best

I'm with a minor in an engine removed from the bad choirs
But I am glad when I see a gold chain
You know what it is, I'm joseando the Moor thing
Raising the grade with an extra old and a Marlboro

No pain, no money
I'm getting out of the mess, but I'm still keeping it messy
Always and forever, I will remain the first
You flirt with whoever you can, I flirt with whoever I want

More money, more stress, I leave on the second or third day
I am the one from now, the one from before and the one from after
I have my Moors active to make it to the end of the month
And to my Romanian burglars emptying El Corte Inglés

Sixteen hours of work for the house and the coffin
Trustworthy whores and bail from love
I'm the kind of person who has no solution
The kind that looks for her and ends up worse

And I don't play for no reason anymore, but I'm still involved
I don't have goals, just goals I've achieved
And before you listen to me and go to the recommended ones
I already had my answers in the highlighted messages

Vaffanculo” like a parrot to those ridiculous rappers
His life is a lie, the episodes are on YouTube
Making money without degrees outside your circle
This is for those who get dirty with 5K in a vehicle

Cool, cool, get to the combo, asshole
They bounce around among singers to make a song
In the neighborhood, we are not stupid, we already know who they are
I have no law, I am right, the show is over

Air Max on the block cables, don't comment or touch
If these words are worth gold, I already have ingots
I'm real, I don't speak well of anyone so it doesn't show
They call me genius, take this lamp so you can rub it

A kilo a year like Juan, I won't end up very well
I keep quiet about what I don't have to say, like a good hostage
I buy so you can buy, twenty makes a hundred
They act tough until they find themselves with one on their head

And I'm doing well, well, but very cool
Always with one in bed and the other in the heart
Hey yo, that's a greeting to the guards, leave me alone
I don't wear anything, just street and style

And I'm doing well, well, but very cool
Always with one in bed and the other in the heart
Hey yo, that's a greeting to the guards, leave me alone
I don't wear anything, just street and style

Hey, yo, ma, I woke up with a crossed mind
Yo, buddy, call that retard so he pays already
And if they leave when I'm feeling bad and when they couldn't even be with me
It's not that they left me alone, crazy, it's that I always was

They talk about money and that they are crowned
If they never had even fifty thousand euros saved
I am overwhelmed with enormous pain every day
But I move for something that is bigger
What is the pain still

Hey, crazy, the coconut has arrived
If I don't get a plan, I'll come up with another one
And if I don't charge you, I'll send two of you home as thieves
And you will pay when they arrive, like cash on delivery

I have no doubt, the people who make you cry
It is just the one that does not deserve any tears
Rapper, I'd be ashamed to be you
In the songs, you talk about the street, but on the street you don't say anything

I'm really cool
I rap for the neighborhood from the heart (you're listening to Chandon)
Raised in the heat
The monkeys call me King Kong (I'm the boss)

Italian style, cool, fine
Plainclothes cop, clandestine
Kilo, kilo, I live nervous, but calm
I don't wear anything, just street and style

I improve with age, like wine
I always win, call me casino
Kilo, kilo, I live nervous, but calm
If something happens, they call to leave this empty

To do it like this, you learn in the alley
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Listen to the teacher's lesson
Sometimes I'm wrong, but I'm having a good time

Let it run, officer, I don't have anything on me
We are in COVID times, so why are you getting close?
I have the flow that gets the most attention, even your cousin can hear me
It's just a matter of time before we reach the fucking summit

Talented Vasilon, mischievous like Ñengoso
There are two options and one of them, crazy, is this business
The other is like Sito Miñanco, moving things
I don't forgive a thing, they call me the resentful one

Because the one I catch, if I can, I enjoy it
The minors are giving it to the neighborhood for being "filthy"
So you understand, man, they are giving you a parrot
The neighbor is fifteen, but she has a little boy

I'm more cheerful than ever
Because my heart for you, bitch, is no longer broken
Now I put another one on all fours, ha, breathing down her neck
I have a couple of hitwomen, devils, giving me a hard time

And I'm doing well, well, but very cool
Always with one in bed and the other in the heart
Hey yo, that's a greeting to the guards, leave me alone
I don't wear anything, just street and style

And I'm doing well, well, but very cool
Always with one in bed and the other in the heart
Hey yo, that's a greeting to the guards, leave me alone
I don't wear anything, just street and style