Cómo Le Explico (feat. C.R.O)

How do I explain to all these kids?
That they'll take you down for ten grams of coke
My name weighs like El Cangri in Puerto Rico
The gang listens to me and the boys listen to me

How do I explain to all these kids?
That they'll take you down for ten grams of coke
My name weighs like El Cangri in Puerto Rico
The gang listens to me and the boys listen to me

Good fathers don't hit you, bastard
If I teach my son hard bars
With colleagues the music business gains the best strategist
The first ones who boasted are the last ones to arrive

I'm high on picket, shrimp and steak
Chucky was really cursed and all the toys died
The chain eighteen with vomit in the toilet
I turn you off with ProTools and I light you up with the fulete

I'm full of flow, I'm high on flow
And those who criticized me yesterday don't have enough for the show
No matter how much they want to bill, the blaze is not smoke
They welcome me every Sunday with hookah and dembow

The Argentinians, mommy, from the fine neighborhood
I put on Scarface's white suit and Al Pacino shot himself
Let them feel the power, bastard, of Latin reggaeton
My leather jacket smells like marijuana and pine

Potrero players don't make excuses for the timbos
I'm still undefeated on the street with the flow of black Kimbo
My week is fun, Sundays no longer exist
You don't make millions playing bingo

The pioneer of this shit, they throw at me via walkie-talkie
That the roosters from the coop I turned into Kentucky chicken
If it's with the Vendetta one I come with the hockey one
Don't be ungrateful, like Tommy was with Rocky, bastard

Zaramay, baby, yeah (the Chief of the Thug Life)
Bad Singers, son of a bitch
Yeah

With a couple of chicks, bastard, I always come out fresh
Now I don't count on all the ones I wake up with
They say I'm lacking, they say I don't deserve it
They're talking shit while I drink soda

I was born for this, the street is mine
Everyone says that C.R.O has category
Your group is scared, they keep talking shit
Why do they want to sound like my band?

I look for money, I want money
If you're not in that we'll take you out of the way
Creating my empire, this shit is serious
That girl is going down, she wants to break the ground

And how do I explain to these kids? (The MDB)
That before being a singer I was selling coke
Now many talk, better shut up
Always with the band among women and crimes

How do I explain to all these kids?
That they'll take you down for ten grams of coke
My name weighs like El Cangri in Puerto Rico
The gang listens to me and the boys listen to me

How do I explain to all these kids?
That they'll take you down for ten grams of coke
My name weighs like El Cangri in Puerto Rico
The gang listens to me and the boys listen to me

Zaramay, baby
This is not music, it's drugs
Na-Na-Na-Nahuel The Coach
Yeah