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Hey, what's up, wa wa wa
The criminals wonder who's talking to them
You all are acting foolish

No, you know that before people wanted less of one
Because one was from another environment, system
Now one is supposedly an artist
Why? Because one is in another system, you understand me?
A system that is real, that gives money to people
The street only leaves death and jail, you understand me?
If we choose to remove ourselves from the system
We go back because
What one wants is to be inside
Since they discover it
They have to take advantage of that talent
God gives it to you, no one else

The young ones are bloody
Behind the eight hundred, the five hundred
It's not about payroll, it's about what the one who boasts at the moment brings
Real, nothing more, Prince Royce is in feeling
The thugs are really crazy
I'm not making up stories

Behind that, but in anger
No one wants to be scum
The girl is already tired of so much talk
Do you see that one who's chilling?
You think he's a carrot
And he's frozen, giving orders
Because he did 15 in La Victoria, in La Victoria

Where everything has a price, even the spoiled one gets wise
Where the patio is the given, it's mined full of vices
Where nothing is free, at twenty-five they are the partners
Whoever knows what I'm talking about knows it's not business
No, bro, my face is not bored, my face is normal
I'm tired of two-faced people
They have me confused, I confess, I don't know who's mine
They have me too much, but there was never anything here

You know why I don't get bored, I go for you even without a pack
We're always ready waiting for the light for the hit
From the Frailes to the 4-2 I went to look for it myself
I went down cold in the Suzuki with the pregnant lady
In your neighborhood I asked for you, they said: He doesn't run for anything
No need to ask, your sane mind is evident in your face
You are part of the Sicilian mafia
But that's in the songs, in reality you're a monkey, a frog

Who are you?
My son, five years and a bit fighting, El Lápiz came
Because he knows what's up with us
El Cirujano Nocturno La Nueva Arma
And always trotting
My brother Monkey Black, what's up? Come here
Don't shed too much light, see?
The pack is over there
Talk to them, talk to them, leave your mark
Hey-hey-hey
We've killed more than an ounce in a van
You know
We take a lot of hits in the street

Chuky, the Cybernetic
What's up, wa wa wa?
I like how the weather feels
Like real rap
What you all don't know how to do
Chuky!
Music on another level
Dominican rap is back
RIP Cirujano Nocturno
RIP Monkey Black
Dominican rap is back
MC Drums
CiruMonkey!
Draco
Rochy holding it down
Team Wa Wa Wa (for the whole world)