Buche Y Pluma

Ha!
There is nothing more to talk about!
I! You know it!

Lies, they don't make
They are full of cowardice
They are buche and pen nothing more
Lies, they don't make
They are full of cowardice
They are buche and pen nothing more
Buche and pen nothing more
Buche and pen nothing more
Buche and pen nothing more
Crop and feather...

Of course there are, there are lots of them
There are those who act, and the alicatones
Hit these lambones hard, Yaga.
Let's hit it hard so they cry
One to soften, and another to tone
Eue swallow your words, big mouths
Give it 3, give it 4 so that they enyoyen
Turn up the music loudly with balls

Mackie, they are crop and feather
And cold as the mist
May envy and their hatred consume them
They want to go up like hell
And they would like to see my cap where my Pumas are
But, _______ the sum of my crime wave
They cannot legislate with the abnormal
Mine is real, I don't like to front
We're going to give our best, don't take us away from you
You look at them carefully, they are cape and paint
On every corner always talking trash
You know he's brave because he has something on his waist.
Unmasking them is my cure
I am not a mamon, nor a braggart, nor abiganton
Whenever I shoot at him I do it from the heart
You pretending what you are not
You are a cardboard malianteo

Lies, they don't make
They are full of cowardice
They are buche and pen nothing more
Lies, they don't make
They are full of cowardice
They are buche and pen nothing more
Buche and pen nothing more
Buche and pen nothing more
Buche and pen nothing more
Crop and feather...

I pass on the corner, on the same corner
Where I was raised, where I learned
Who is the good one and the profiteer?
That's my Rambo flow, it doesn't fit you, cod'
You are buche and feather, you are disguised'
With your mouth it is a mamey to sing victory
What a mess, let's see if they make a buche when they hit the fire
Don't be scared, they are the chotas on the news
("Boy, I told you, once they caught us!")
There you showed the kind of fucker you are.
Novelist like women
A lot of fronte, and guillao' of roncon
And he already has about 20 serving in prison

There is nothing more to talk about...
They are crop and feather nothing more...
And that doesn't work with me...

Lies, they don't make
They are full of cowardice
They are buche and pen nothing more
Lies, they don't make
They are full of cowardice
They are buche and pen nothing more
Buche and pen nothing more
Buche and pen nothing more
Buche and pen nothing more
Crop and feather...

They are crop and feather!
Paint and hood!
That's for all those who are guilty!
Fuckers out there!
They eat them for 3 days!
Bichotea!
Bichotea!
I!
Yaga and Mackie Ranks!
Julio Voltio!
This is sabotage!
"Class Apart", daddy!
There is nothing more to talk about!
Equestrian Park, and La Ceramica!
You are crop and feather!
Studio malanteo!
Julio tells you!