Pa' Los Pilotos (part. Danilo Montana)

I have a buddy with a car that he put a really loud sound system in
And he told me there's a spot that gets really daring
We wash the fuse with the guys, and at night some spins
This, this—

This is made for the pilots, for the pilots
Who go crazy in a couple of cars, on a couple of bikes
This is made for the pilots, for the pilots
Who go crazy, burning the lights

This is made for the pilots, for the pilots
Who go crazy in a couple of cars, on a couple of bikes
This is made for the pilots, for the pilots
Who go crazy, scraping the lights

You're like my escape, it's a super tra'
And when it sounds, everyone tells me: Wow
The bike without a license plate has more swag for me
The traffic officer thinks it's SWAT

I told him: Let's smoke one, it would be so cool
We went on one wheel, he said: Ah
I told him: Let's smoke one, it would be so cool
We went on one wheel, he said: What quality

Ma-Ma-Mom, I add you and he would subtract you
Be-Because I know you like pure gangster stuff
We arrived at the corner of the square, and immediately opened the trunk
A couple of Boras, bikes and Corsas with the rumbling exhaust
We all have something in common
That we're all in stunt mode

And I know, you know
If we grew up spinning in the west
In a missile, a Honda Wave
If you want, I'll explain it to you again

This is made for the pilots, for the pilots
Who go crazy in a couple of cars, on a couple of bikes
This is made for the pilots, for the pilots
Who go crazy, burning the lights

This is made for the pilots, for the pilots
Who go crazy in a couple of cars, on a couple of bikes
This is made for the pilots, for the pilots
Who go crazy, scraping the lights