Dando Clase (feat. Bipo Montana, Soultwo, Villax y Secuaz)

(Bipo Montana)
RV in the neighborhood
You, hey
I don't want to have anything I don't deserve
I draw my line, my stuff doesn't mix
Emptying bottles and representing on bases
Giving classes in phrases with a 90's Flow

If I go out, it's to win, and if not, why bother
I stay home burning, taking off another bra
Month after month the pay, I spend it on pleasure
Because tomorrow I might die and not enjoy it

I never get tired, always the life of the party
The one who has nothing and bets, always wins the bet
I get what I want by doing thousands of stunts
I have no doubts, always seeking answers

I'm not for one, not for every day
No one trusts anyone like with the cops
They boast about the damage they did as kids
Living with mom and they talk to me about narco gangs

(Soultwo)
You
Mad Flava Worldwide Motherfuckers
From Costa Rica to the world, daddy
Rich Vagos, hey, you

And well, who would have thought, that the son of a criminal
Would touch a million in the streets, me rapping
They told mom that I wouldn't last in this
Now I lose track of time stuck in this camp

Placozo style, my bro brings the Hilfiger
Now I got the damn finger on the damn trigger
I sweated for this shit, worked like an ant
In Guanatos with the crew and in BC with real niggas

Let them talk, in the end, they're not even close
When you boast is when you're worthless
It's by talent that I'm standing here, damn it
My dogs in San José shouting for Mad Flava to reign

If Jayrick drops the beat, that's an earthquake
I still have beef but I'm the final boss
I have them anxious, not expecting anything from this Tico
Mom, if I'm with the bums, but the bums are rich

(Secuaz)
I learned the pure art and to stand strong
In the dark wave without money in my pocket
Morale down but my tag on your wall
The summit is envious, the league where I stand out

So many pirates trying to mutiny us
No, buddy, I stroll in the mist through your garden
Music for thugs, OG Ice Tea substance
Not even with witchcraft would voodoo sound in Haiti

Under my last breath and in a low voice
An I love you from my mother who fights and doesn't give up
You understood my struggle, a corner for me is an advantage
Belonging to the corner like Pedro Navaja

(Villax)
Maybe I'm another through the mirror
Flesh and bone, I also feel everything in its moment
Homie has always been real about living the dream
In one of those falls, I found progress

May God protect me from envy and all that
Let it be clear where I am and where I come from
Learning and teaching what little I have
Her smile is not the same, it needs a design

This is what I dedicate myself to, and I do it well not to kiss ass
By satisfying my hunger, I get my family out of trouble
They don't know how it burns in the wound, today I heal it
No matter what happens, I don't lose sight of the future