Estamos al Aire

Lopez Doriga doesn't give a damn
Loret de Mola is a jerk
Seriously, nobody sees them
Nobody sees those fuckers
Are we on the air yet?
Let me know

They say I'm a bastard, I say no, honestly I don't care
I want to keep partying with the whole band like that, dude
I grab my cell phone, check my WhatsApp messages, to see if I can get a girl somewhere
I tell Chile that I'm really crazy
I only think about drugs and pure asses
I'm a mess, fuck the chick who doesn't like it
If you're not going to give me your ass, then don't show up
Tell your dude that he doesn't give a damn
I have beers in the cooler, go get the cactus field
And take care of your girlfriend who is cheating on you, you asshole

I keep dropping the rhyme that hits solid, thundering horns
Awevo, it's very noticeable that I'm a streetwise and corner rapper
Take it out, punch it, forge it, light it, roll the fine grass
Because I want to keep on flirting, flirting and fucking vaginas
Lately, people complain, my behavior doesn't matter to me
I live my life quietly with one bitch after another causing chaos
I don't ask anything from anyone
I'm lying down like a low rider
Do you want to smoke? Envelopes, caile
Let's go to the strip club so they can dance for us

They say I'm a womanizer
How do I do it, I have no money?
If I smoke filthy weed, what's the deal?
I keep getting high all over the country
The guys bring me down to the point of the iron
I tell you: Don't fuck with me, I'm just a rapper
They tell me: Simon, it's your turn for the check-up, asshole
But if they find the log, I'll give them a wink
I get on the plane, I follow the party
Oh, Simon, who said no?
Take out your anger to light the fucking blunt

I was saying curses
What was seen on the air, what was seen on the air?
No curses?
Three curses!

Come on my troops, the whole fleet
You already know that I'm still smoking weed
In the neighborhood, in the house, on the street, on the corner
I don't give a damn if my neighbor gets angry
Speakers at full volume, I'm just arriving and if they don't turn it up for me
What I never had, maybe one day I will have it
If there is no water, there is no cloud that does not have some good
My mind understands it
I'm always in the environment
Showing what I bring
Rapping for my people
Representing southern Tamaulipas
Greetings to the one who is copying
Here pure Santa Grifa

The old man said to study engineering
This is how you will get to know all of Mexico
Now I tell you that I'm a rapper
I'm traveling wherever I want
With a great lifestyle
How do they live in the fucking ghetto?
With actions, not with words silencing the mouths of several assholes
I earn what I want and what I want without many buts
But thinking I can end up in the hole
So all the pending things first
May there be no lack of food in my house
No beer for my race either
Notice for all the scourges, raffling for the evil gang

Welcome to the fucking city of terror
I'm rolling with the whole band
In this place you feel the fucking heat
You can feel the sweat when it falls (?)
When I'm high but to the girl and I take the shayk
I'll take it off in the curtain, I have your medicine
What are you eating that you guess, that here pure fine mote
The neighbor gets the stench of your fucking sister's smoke
For the marijuana he smokes with me all night long

Did the guy give me a hard time, yes or no?
Completely
Why did he leave? Who fired him?
Because now, your own decision according to this
Your own decision?
According to this, but he is looking for a job

Are you unemployed?
Yes, it says here
Fucking mother
Are you unemployed?
Yes, it says here
Fucking mother
Give him a job, we