Estamos al Aire

López Dóriga peels me off
Loret de Mola, he is an asshole
Seriously, no one sees them
Nobody sees those whores
Are we already on the air?
Let me know

They say I'm a bastard, I say no, the net is worth it to me
I want to continue holding the party with all the bandón like that, mamalón
I grab my cell phone, I check the whats, let's see if I get a girl out there
To Chile I tell you that I am very crazy
I only think about drugs and pure asses
I'm a mess, fuck his mother if she doesn't like it
If you're not going to give me the ass then don't show up
Tell your guy that I care
I have cheves in the icebox, go through the nopalera
And take care of your girlfriend who is being unfaithful asshole

I keep releasing the rhyme that hits solid rolling horns
Awevo, it's very obvious that I'm a street rapper and a street corner rapper
Take it out, punch it, forge it, light it, roll the fine grass
Because I want to continue chatting, chatting and biting vaginas
Lately, people complain, my behavior costs me money
I live my life peacefully with one and another bitch causing chaos
I don't ask anyone for anything
I'm lying down like a low rider
Do you want to smoke? Envelopes, caile
Let's go to teibol so they can dance to us

They say I'm a womanizer
How can I do it, I don't have money
If I smoke filth, then what's your fart?
I'm still getting high all over the country
The wachos lower me to the point of the iron
I tell them: Don't suck, I'm just a rapper
They tell me: Simón, it's your turn for the inspection, you bastard
But if they find me the log, I'll give them a log
I get on the plane, I tell the party
Hey Simon, who said no?
Get out your nerves to light the fucking blunt

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

Listen to my troops, the entire fleet
You already know that I still smoke pot
In the neighborhood, in the house, on the street, on the corner
I don't care if my neighbor gets angry
Speakers at full volume, I'm coming and if they don't turn it up
What I never had, maybe one day I will have it
If there is no water, there is no harm that may not come for good
My mind understands
I'm always in the mood
Disassembling what I bring
Rapping for my people
Representing the south of Tamaulipas
Greetings to the one who is copying
Here pure Santa Grifa

The old man said to study as an engineer
This way you will get to know all of Mexico
Now I tell you that as a rapper
I'm traveling where I want
With a wild lifestyle
How to live in the fucking ghetto
With actions, not with words, silencing the snouts of several assholes
I earn what is mine and what I want without many buts
But thinking I can end up in the hole
So all things first
Let there be no shortage of food in my house
No beer for my race
Notice for all the scourges, raffling for the evil gang

Welcome to the fucking city of terror
I'm rolling with all the bandon
In this place you feel the fucking heat
You feel the sweat when it falls (?)
When I'm high but to the morra and he took away the shayk
I take it off as a curtain, I have your medicine
What do you eat you guess, here pure fine speck
The neighbor gets the stink from your fucking sister's smoke
For the marijuana that smokes with me all morning

Did the guy screw me, yes or no?
Completely
Why did he leave? Who ran it?
Because now, your own decision according to this
Your own decision?
According to this, but he is looking for a job

Is unemployed?
Yes, it says here
motherfucker
Is unemployed?
Yes, it says here
motherfucker
Give him a job