3 Duenos

I go to hip-hop, stylized style
At its most optimal level 4-40
Perfect tuning
Universal for any instrument
Don't get it wrong because the devil always tempts the Nigga
Our mafia style increases
Accustomed to the underworld since the 80s
Now my flow increases
I keep shining on my own
Many stick to stories
They invent science fictions
The time has come, the three owners present themselves
Extralimitation is what they now promote
Grade 40 bad
Yo! illicit, explicit, rustic music
Acoustic in uppercase letters
You lag behind with your small mind
Abstract style
Hard to understand, hard to explore
Too sophisticated to imitate
A.k.A. El Jhonny Francois
And in quotes, the damn Nigga Sibilinos
I've always been the owner in everything, never been the tenant
Everyone marks their own destiny
And mine was marked from my own birth
No one disables any of my movements
Listen well, I have extreme knowledge in this
Yo! I am the absolute owner of all elements
I am the owner of the heron's foam, the rose
I am the owner of my own thing
I am the one who used to recite verses
Now with Austral music I make criminal songs
I am like the national anthem, I am the owner of glorious notes
Budu: take it, upload it, feel it, grab it, that's right
Take it, upload it, feel it, grab it...
Take crap if you wanted crap
Nigga: as if that weren't enough, they will hear Tony Shit among our voices
13: the number that shakes the networks
Of powers
Intellectual that causes pleasures to bitches
Suck my d*ck, don't make me repeat what I said in essence again
Dressed in black like February 4th
Tony Shit the same butcher dog
With interurban connections
In distant lands
Tony Forever, of fame
Creating riddles that no one solves
Now it's the expensive one with several figures
Underground, fusionary, millenary
Turning the check out into a f*cking neighborhood
A.k.a. Carlos Andrés Pérez, who wants to be a millionaire
My scam began
Controlling my business from my own home
Difficult lyrics, affecting the imbeciles
Not suitable for useless
Like Carlos Meneen
In your mouth burying the d*ck
Like Carlos the Jackal, active subversive
There is no fixed term here
Triple a.k.a. the three owners are the fathers of your style
I hope they catch on
Like Bill Clinton
F*cking the heifers at the Hilton
Saddam Hussein
Jhonny Flecha insane
Like Mandela, lighting the fire
These are the three masters of the school in Venezuela
I multiply like weeds
Here goes my f*cking sh*t...
Three owners
Taking away your sleep
Check, this is what I'm gonna do
Yeah
Here's Budu, Austral rolling, rolling
Check...
Budu: what! Ag! Stop that track there, Daddy, stop that f*cking sh*t,
now they will hear what it is, the curse Yo!
Take it, upload it, feel it, grab it, ag!
Take crap if you wanted crap
I come step by step
Giving a blow
And with my flow and with my mallet
And to the witches I give slaps
I advance and I don't fall behind
In the environment I move
Make way for Aba with the loose bun
Case solved
For me this wasn't a belly, it was a wrapped baby
I f*cked my balls a lot to get to where I am
Damn hell, the police chase us insistently
There's no patience anymore, no mercy
What a stench ag!
Take it, upload it, feel it, grab it, ag!
Take crap if you wanted crap
I sold malanga, I turned rocks, the business was coke
And I was never rich, I was rich
Now my crazy mouth
Spits vomit with gunpowder
And I dedicate myself to rap, I dedicate myself
I'm a worm with dark skin
With pure and good blood
What has 100% house
With exchanged for both sides
A new project began
Attention, the action began
We are the three owners a.k.a the bastards
Three different trash
Prepared by Pablo Papito a.k.a. Che Guevara
Take it, upload it, feel it, grab it, ag!
Take crap if you wanted crap
Long live f*cking drugs and prostitution
Quoted in pin, sounding more than Salserin
Get on my ring
To see how blood clots fall on you in drops
Take it, upload it, feel it, grab it, ag!
Take crap if you wanted crap
crap
This sh*t is for many to know who the three men are who are leading in the scene you know?.
Huh? As I've always said, this sh*t is not a toy, Dj 13 a.k.a the bastards
Gustavo with Pablo Papito, this is the real sh*t men, drive your steps well
so you can go far ha!, Budu a.k.a. the F*cking bum, a.k.a. Palmieri, call me whatever you want, let it go...
Nigga: Directive, now you see me
Triple a.k.a. the three Owners for my CD 4x