Freestyle Session #19 - El Jefe Del Malianteo

(Na-Na-Nahuel The Coach)

Yeah

There are questions that don't even need to be answered
And things that don't even need to be asked, baby
I'm like FOX because at 8:30 you shouldn't bother
I'm going to buy a shovel, I have to pick it up

Man, here there's no problem, as a kid I receive insults
But calm down, they'll grow up, they'll become adults
In my country, hating on fools became a cult
But I stood out to not be in the crowd, bastard

If we all like to party and have sex
Nothing nicer than waking up next to your woman
Fame is bad, a bitch tempting me with pleasure
If when I have it in my hand, brother, I don't know what to do

They wanted the boss of the bars to come back
This bastard is making history and you are the ones narrating
If the profit from a party is spent on partying
Versace shoes and Christian Dior sunglasses

I'm crazy for your kisses like a prisoner for his child
As long as I have a Rolex, I'll never be sloppy
Some go for science and all for the crucifix
When I put it on the table is when they stop being snobs

I don't know if I call Mica or if Pame comes later
It seems to me that they all end up coming with Vane
Rappers hurt that Zara doesn't suck them off
With Samu in the neighborhoods of Rosario, find me

If at 27 they never made me run
In bed with two bombshells and not Ferrero Rocher
I'm Federer in this set, what the hell happened yesterday
The witch gave me the broom and I had to sweep them

If their humility is cardboard, they are not what they seem
Without support from the streamers or the president
Not the media, not the radio, I brought the flow of the 90s
That kid is a liar, he never had a .40

If I'm playing fair and they want to foul me
They always talk about the bad things but not the sold out shows
We're in a world where people kill for money
And one doesn't value something, man, until they lose it

I don't talk about those things, I don't like to get involved
But many of you changed the way you see me
My guys are escorts, they don't sleep at night
If what I did was from the heart like Juan Román Riquelme

I met that damn guy, the one with the 38 Special
Years later, a refugee, inside the church
The mafia doesn't betray, and it's not the mafia of Venice
Because of a whim, then they scream for anesthesia

Carlos Roberto Agustín straight from San Martín
The drugs in Madrid, a Moroccan on a skateboard
I stuck the nine queens inside the briefcase
And he'll keep waiting to cash the check with Darín

They'll run like Eto'o and like bulls in San Fermín
It's black or white if they blow your bag here, even Chaplin
How difficult it is to be Zaramay inside the dressing room
With the table full of sweets, we invite you to the catering

The baby met me and stopped listening to the posh
And started taking down even Justin's poster from her room
They got scared and I'm Saw, the game has just begun
And if I don't like something, your head will fly

Before in a two-room, now a turquoise sea in front
This is the life of the singer and also the criminal
I grew up with scoundrels, with damn criminals
To talk shit about me, put diamonds in your teeth

Everything I went through since I started
Baby, I did make an effort, I don't think I deserved it
But the only thing I know is that I'm in a CC
With boxer friends and UFC fighters

Listening to Camarón and the prisoners to the Chicho'
Either they end up locked up or ashes in the niche
Those bitches fight today over who sucks my dick
The level is proven, everything is clear and said

Where I go, where I step, they feel the pressure, they leave
Then how do you not want people to think you're a fan
First they say they hate me, then they want to be my friend
Biting the hand of the bastard who put bread on their table

Two women and a cigarette after crossing the line
And if I drank a little too much, I'm closer to a fight
The staff of the untouchables, ZM is the emblem
The flasks are of whiskey and the cigars of Virginia

Resting with you and our legs intertwined
The only thing that relieves my stress in these times
They call me the wedding breaker because I steal your married woman
Today I gave a mattress to the one who gave me a blanket yesterday

I can't celebrate achievements not even with a photo
And before on the corner a bonfire and Lotto sets
To be respected I have to have ripped pants
Let the engine of the motorcycle stay on each block

I define you as Bale or as Karim Benzema
If you want I'll give you a contact, calm down, so you don't get burned
They're not performing in the game, it's clear you don't train
When I nail them once, they're asking for more later

Fuck that shit

Here the one who sold the most kilos doesn't win, bastard
Nor does the one who robbed the most times win
Here the one who writes the hardest wins
And that's me, the boss of the street

Who made it in the country
And those who want to live off this won't have to disrespect daddy
Those who lack respect are the same as still lying there

In PR, we point our finger at you
The bosses with the bosses and the roles with the roles
Fist, flow and I'm not a stick

They already know I'm with people who kill and sleep peacefully
They have nothing to say here
How do you want to end if you don't have a way to start?
Brr