THE ROOF IS ON FIRE

The roof, the roof is on fire
Yes, sir
It's TR1
Hey, man, you know what I'm sayin'?

I walk with my homie on my back, rap sounds, at the party I'm Tupac
Walking through the neighborhood dropping facts
Oh, you wanted rap? Here I am, I got the whole neighborhood behind me
Nice to meet you, let me introduce myself (Your dad)

Mami, I kill them with a track
With a dark past, but I think about the future (No cap)
Real quality music
Gangsta party, hot mama, no cheap cumbia playing around here

Thunder sounds, and you know it very well
Hot mama doesn't even think about it because she knows who
I would be embarrassed not to shine without a gold chain
You don't shine without a gold chain

Burning the greens
Buenos Aires is partying, never sleeps
Hands in the air, fuck it up, baby
Rap for the thugs and also for the ladies
I shine without a gold chain

Burning the greens
Buenos Aires is partying, never sleeps
Hands in the air, fuck it up, baby
Rap for the thugs and also for the ladies

The roof, the roof is on fire
Oh, no, no, no, baby, I'm high
No lie, we're live
Thunder, pa-pa-pa-pai
Baby, I'm high

No lie, we're live
Thunder, pa-pa-pa-pai
I'm rolling, I'm rolling
I'm rolling
What the fuck?
Thunder, pa-pa-pa-pai

I walk with my homie on my back
Baby, I'm high
No lie, we're live
Real rap, hot mama

Let's show these kids how it's done in Argentina
Thunder, pa-pa-pa-pai
I walk with my homie on my back
We got into the middle of the sea to show them how the hell to surf the tide, you know what I'm sayin'?

From the damn neighborhood of La Boca
You already know who I am, Thunder, dad
The same from the battle, the same from you know, my love
Argentina is in the house, everything's good