UN MONTÓN (feat. Duki)

Ey
It's Rei with Duko, with Duko
Ah, give me a cheese and I educate them, -duco
A great magician never teaches them the tricks
It's the D with the J, it's the D
It's the D with the J, it's the D
J Rei, Duko, Phontana, Koki

Guacho, I don't pass the joint, I have it as a megaphone
Samsung broke the check and they give me mega phones
Take care of the star, if not, the manager cancels everything
They throw agreed beef and then call to do the promo

I have a wide range, the Rolex is in two tones
Low, high, I'm rapping, pink and white is the gold
What I say is real, I'm transparent, colorless
They say they're not Rial and they set up the circus alone

Bars made in Argentina
Sauce, very Latin blood
My soul, what is most cared for
Pause, press play, let it continue

They sing pure fantasy
Rats, they walk in hiding
Larvae, they want to save lives
Karma loads them in life

It's the D with the J, but I'm not talking about the DJ
They are the ones who move the world, but I'm not talking about money
Better not take anything out on May 30, those who don't know, let them stack up
From some we are parents, I already feel like Guille

That the kids share a lot
A lot of daring, who are not from the lot
In the neighborhood before it was yuga, now it starts with a button
My friends are all singers and none are snitches
They are not thugs, but, rra, they stop the truck

We are always a lot
A lot of devils, a lot of fights
Before I lost the key, now it starts with a button
My friends are all singers and none are snitches
We don't invent false stories to get attention

If there's a fool who goes down, my friend on the Yamaha
J with Duko and a track, monkeys with knives
My verse is so new that I export it and it smells like a box
As life is so fast, I'm always in NASCAR

I dream in the neighborhood like the one who shouts: I buy, I buy!
I think my keyboard is tuned because it writes to the bottom
On top of that, today came home the most terrible of the kids from the back
When they hear this they will trip out, ha, mushroom cut

The joints we light are volcanic, green, botanical garden
My verse a strawberry, very organic
Life is hard like these metals
I'm missing a couple of screws but luckily I hit with mechanical flow

Ey, if they ask, you know
I look for Duko in Almagro, we go to San José
Then we go down to La Sauce
If we arrive, fall down

That we always are a lot
A lot of devils, a lot of fights
Before I lost the key, now it starts with a button
My friends are all singers and none are snitches
We don't invent false stories to get attention

We share a lot
A lot of daring, who are not from the lot
In the neighborhood before it was yuga, now it starts with a button
My friends are all singers and none are snitches
They are not thugs, but, rra, they stop the truck

Fuh, ha
Eh, it's the devil, man
With J Rei, you know what I mean?
From Morón, mommy

That we always are a lot
A lot of devils, a lot of fights
Before I lost the key, now it starts with a button
My friends are all singers and none are snitches
We don't invent false stories to get attention

We share a lot
A lot of daring, who are not from the lot
In the neighborhood before it was yuga, now it starts with a button
My friends are all singers and none are snitches

Phontana and Koki on the fuckin' beat, oh, ey
Diablo mode, mommy, I don't need to tell them
Ha, you already knew