Bastardas (feat. Las Ninyas Del Corro)

Yoh
Prá
Yeh, yeh
Laura Bonsai, that's what's up, oh, oh

They couldn't read between the lines because I had commas
The kind that squeeze slowly but don't suffocate you
I said it on Venus, it had to happen
That here we listen to understand, but also to answer
Hands destroyed from trying
You tell me what I should do the opposite
A year in and I have the panorama revolutionized
Thinking who could be in my bed and on the stage
Your parents to fan me with force
The sun is so strong that you really have to see it
I'm with the saint and my girls having a beer
Talking about kicks and old music
There are no two leagues, we play in the same one
And it terrifies you to see that we have things very clear
I know you get angry when you hear this, girl
You'll have to end up talking about us in your damn magazine
Today I don't give a damn if it was for laughs
I was inside and now outside for perspective
Closer to me every time, far from their positions
The little fame I have now overwhelms me

Yes, that's it (a-ah, yah)
Holy health (how do you—?)
The one with attitude to spare (yah, yah, yah, yah)

It's time to rap under the streetlight
On stage shooting rhymes like a gun
For the sisters and the brothers
With choruses or alone, with faces of girls and dressed up, like ladies
It's time, circle girls and holy health, take off your hat!
Tell us who's killing it now
Who gives you punchlines to end your lame rhymes? (rrá)
Rapping in the square with big beers, in a cool dress and Jordans
We tell you the truth and you fall apart
Girls are not your pets, what the hell are you touching?
The girls and health spit verses live from the mouth
Hard as a rock, you might think we're crazy
But the girls who fuck you have arrived, hey
They fuck you! (eh), they fuck you (they fuck you; fuck you)
Who cares what they'll say?
Girls are thirsty for rap
Let's rhyme non-stop
I want to rap, I want to rap, start rapping, start rapping

(Prrá-prrá-prrá)
Fellina Vallejo, doing old school rap
Ah, ah, ah, I put you like this, eh
And as it says, ah, ah

I dance the air of my desire through your hair (ah)
I told you that being healthy this wasn't good
And in the end, it exploded, it had to be done
We don't have the means but damn to make it ours
I purify the soul, I leave my body
I charm those little eyes without needing to do it (eh)
Thanks for nothing, baby, you made me waste time
Too much girl for so little judgment (eh, eh, eh)
And at this dinner I'm Dalí, misunderstood geniuses
A little cat (ah) patrolling the canines (meow)
Sometimes out and sometimes too much inside
Artist by day and rap muse on the floor by night
Dry hits, my microphone checks
Motherfucker, pay attention
We came to stay, not to try
I finish your hot dish, mine is very fresh
We shut up the scream until seven, the game continues
I've been around for a few years, I know how this goes
There wasn't a bitch that barked at you more than me
In a few years, they'll study me like a myth