Guasa Guasa Remix

You are funny, funny
Banter banter
(Those who don't like broth are given a couple of cups!)
You are funny, funny
Banter banter
(You haven't done in your entire life what I achieved in 2 months!)
You are funny, funny
Banter banter
(Well, you are more pigs than your own boss)
You are funny, funny
Banter banter
(The abayarde kicking you out of your house!)

(Tego)
Neither you nor your stupid mafia
Neither with rifles nor pistols
Jump over the puddle to explode your mambriola
To you and to everyone who supports you, in your bayoya
Not everything that is black is soy room
Cambodia Flow
They are giving you blisters
Get away from the front because the one who overwhelms has arrived
Puerto Rican niche, Creole lyric
Death to the chota, death to the one who rapes
This is what envies because I play on the consoles
I'm going straight, you keep going outside
Take it with me, don't let go of the rope
So that they get out of the queue, and Pola cries
Such people, snoring, they kill people
Face me, but if you had a mind
You would think,
At least what you're going to swallow is teeth.
Be healthy, be smart
You are funny, funny
Banter banter
You are funny, funny
Wrap dough
Who prevails
I gave them what they deserve
You have not done this in your entire life
What I achieved in 2 months
And my flow is too big for you
What kind of mud
Since "El Aballarde", they don't even get hungry
They are dreaming of me
Sucking with me
Copying my style
Recycling everything I say
I don't have time to waste with lobsters
That at the moment of truth, even chotas come out
They are noticed
In the wrapper, by the seam
that whatever happens
They call the headquarters
Procure
Let there be no future
Another mistake and the weld explodes
To yell "chotas" at them from the patrol
In Barruya there is mockery
Before the black guy gets crazy
Tell mollero that coconut tree arrived
drummer
More horsey than Romero
Speaking clear
This is for Lito and Pola
Every abuser gets their Calderon'a
Now hold on, things get stuck
I already told you
Hold on, grampa's coming

(Hold on, hold on!)
(Blowers!)
(Hold!)

(Volt)
These pigs ask me
Why am I throwing them?
They went to the Coyote station mouthing
When I call that cab**
The guy comes out threatening
What's going to happen to me?
that is going to explode me
you are going to kill me
The desire to fuck
Crazy here you are dealing with the abnormal
I go to all with my lyrics and with my metal
It's just that you know that the Pina's can't invent
You put it right, I'm not going to deny it to you
But you listen to my songs and then record
Because of that kid they are looking bad
You're a braggart, I thought we were going to party
Well, men of adventure
Friendships kept
Don't get involved talking shit
When they smoke a little weed
After...
They look for someone else to solve the problem for them.
The lion is no longer so brave
How the jungle paints it
They speak badly, for sure
If they are cowards
May God keep them
Of Voltio and the abayarde
You don't want trouble so jump
Mine is with Lito, pa'
It's 20 pesos apart
In your company to'itos mam**
And in my company everyone pulls
In your company to'itos mam**
(What happened, consul?)
And in my company everyone pulls
(What happened?)
Pina Records has stolen its entire life from its artists
Chezina is nailed but he is a masochist
There's someone out there who's an electrician.
And the other sings a lot but not with a track (Chota...)
It seems like he likes having his bottom broken
They haven't realized that Pina is a scoundrel.
They appear in the videos and they pull the trigger
And they collect slaps from Carolina to Trujillo

I!
They're naked!
They are opaque!
They have no shine!
Daddy, all the artists are gone!
Sure, bastard, if you don't pay!
What a face**!
If I left...
Am I going to stay?
Pend*** they tell me...
Wild!
You don't play with saints...
You don't play with saints...

Hey, hey!
In the same flow and in the same song!
Fucking lambón, bastard!
I have them sucking on the microphone!
Cardboard gangsters!
Pliers, pliers!
Sponsor me this bunch!
Ha ha ha!
Hey, this idiot too!
So you think before you speak, mamao'!
And tell your boss...
Let him kneel so that he can suck me too!
Here goes his thing!
And to all those who accompany you!
You're all messes!

Since "El Aballarde", they haven't even gotten hungry...
(May God protect you, from Voltio and the abayarde!)
Daddy, things get stuck, things get stuck...
I thought you knew about me...
Since "El Aballarde", they haven't even gotten hungry...
(May God protect you, from Voltio and the abayarde!)
Daddy, things get stuck, things get stuck...
I thought you knew about me...
That when push comes to shove, even kids come out...
(You are more pigs than your own boss!)
That when push comes to shove, even kids come out...
(You are more pigs than your own boss!)
Speaking clear...
This is for Lito and Pola....
Every abuser gets their Calderon'a...
Now hold on, daddy, things are getting stuck...
I already told you...
Hold on, grampa' is coming...
I thought you knew about me...
I thought you knew about me...
I thought you knew about me...
I thought you knew about me...

(Hold on, hold on!)
(Hold on, hold on!)
(Hold on, hold on!)
(Blowers, hold on!)