Hey,
what's up, man?,
This is the shit we're gonna do today.

Listen to this.

Listen to this, I'm protecting you.

Vocero, publish what I'm saying.

I'm 100% on fire,
defending what I have,
showing my talent.

I'm a cross-eyed boy,
but free like the wind, yo.

Ha! Errata man, who sings to you,
fighting all the time with my lyrics without a lever.

Coming out of the Caribbean,
where what is sung is written,
forming a movement from my holy land.

From Cuba, I came from Ronda,
back with the wine and from Cuba,
where the song is played like a drum.

You will love what is loved in every situation,
the most delicious things,
the urban pot with which I defend my things.

And I keep myself well planted until I reach the well.

I keep myself well planted with pride up,
to tell you that I do it.

Just to show you my feelings.

Just to tell you how I feel.

Just so you see both in themselves.

Just to keep myself because I was born.

Just to show you my feelings.

Just to tell you how I feel.

Just to tell you how I feel.

Just to keep myself because I was born.

Just to tell you what I combine with what I live with.

Music from the time to grow my red feeling alive in the cabin and then mount it in the frame.

Hey yo,
uh, just like that.

Music is a sensation without facilitation.

If you have a voice without a protocol,
it is the rhythm.

Yo, I jump from Jardos to Guayuanco,
where these two arrived, arrived and stopped.

I live with your dente in action,
so my homologues are left in frustration.

Just to sort out my sense of,
Just to control my sweetness.

Let's go, let's go, little customer.

para que vea dos en si solo me mantendo porque solo yo nací,
solo demostrando sentimientos solo pa' decirte lo que siento,
solo para que vea dos en si solo me mantendo porque solo yo nací,
para quitar el sabor hay que matarlo,
para quitar el sabor hay que matarlo solo me mantengo porque solo yo nací,
Hay que matarlo,
Pa' quitarme lo mío,
Hay que matarlo