Pa ', I will not leave
I'm already big, asshole
Look in my mirror to see
If your time reflection of some old
And they ride me face like they see strange things
As if they scared me
As if they stopped and looked
If they were so brave and shot me
So macho that they started
So they'll shit afterwards
Pa ', I am the satellite
That detects what stinks
And how yours does not affect me ...
If I know that you are a cleca
Since you were Winchesta '
Pa ', calm, cleca
I am Don, I grew up in your same alley
With cars of half a million
And clothes that have blinded television
So, tell me so clearly
Do you think you can compete with me song by song?
Not one of yours, none
If you are Cangri on earth
I am the King of the moon
I am the same Don
The same street flow
They are the same melody
I'm the voice of reggaeton
And although I've pretty much fooled
Never think that the Don got fumes
So pay attention, hey, without feca
Lieutenant of the rompediscotecas
Take, baby to get the dry
You are so far away that you have called him Mecca
Take, endurance of mine that plays like butter
And do not fancy yourself out of base for the case
Or I took care of what happened to you
And since you like me to speak to you in another language
If you lambes the fuselage goes
Better leave the trip, and your combo relax
Or the royal rumble is going to be wild
Did you want cangrinaje? Take cangrenage!
The king of the metropolitan area and God of tolls
Whenever you want!
B-B-Bones!
B-B-Bones!
You think you're ready?
No lo creo!
For me you stay in Mecca!
The sky is my limit
Your nightmare!
Don!
Tiny Tunes!
Bones!
Only among all we can make this a better place :)