Freestyle Shaw

Leslie, mommy, you are not arrogant
You were shy as a child
Only that fears have made you kill the lukewarm
Your fears are visible on your face
You are not like that
You got yourself into trouble. Now how do you get out of it?
Let's talk about levels, normal let's talk about yours
Check out how I flow without level on the track
Check out how one of your compatriots is doing
And we have something in common, I don't shut my mouth either

Loudmouth who doesn't reason
To top it all off, sorry
You don't improvise, you dance crookedly and you're out of tune in the choruses
Since you are simple, you call them all simpletons
You are no longer a child, even the age that abandons you is
You laugh alone at your jokes
That smile that looks like you mixed five rums and a strip of clones
That you and Fara are representing, disappoints me
Because on this side the real tough guys, semicolon
Who have you composed for?
Who have you written to?
Luis Fonsi heard you and was so scared that he almost deleted Despacito
To the one who asks you, What's wrong with them? Are they crazy?
If that chick talks and denigrates the talent of your district
The awards, maleáte what awards Kunno has
And Arcangel who puts it in, doesn't have a single one
Crazy, don't make people dizzy with smoke
Here we know that the prizes have been fake since 2001
You betrayed the rockers, you went to reggaeton
And when the guy got the better of you, you did promotion
A whole scandal for your song to catch on
Fuck And that's the level you're comparing yourself to?

(Chico Ator Untela) (I love it-ta-ta)
Mommy, you're either a devil or you're a saint
(Chico Ator Untela) (I love it-ta-ta)
He talks more than he sings
(Chico Ator Untela) (I love it-ta-ta)
Mommy, you're either a devil or you're a saint
(Chico Ator Untela) (I love it-ta-ta)
He talks more than he sings (ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta)

Oh well, taking it easy, I'm burning you
Check out the interview, she's more lost than Nemo
I'm not worried, we'll do it whenever you want
But tell the Prefe not to look bad because I'll burn him
Pliers, your handling is going to have an attack
I put Leslie on YouTube and I get Mario Hart in Combate
That's how you started, doing 30 stupid things
Either the dye is hurting you or you're adjusting your braces
You recorded with Talia, and you went outside
But that wasn't because of your talent, that's what a record label does
Which means that with money anyone
That's why I don't believe you when your mouth exaggerates
Here we all know what happens behind the scenes
You are defended by the ladies and the misters, those who sell gas
But people who are up to date with what is happening
They know you're meaner than the pool stick in your house

Daniela sings more than you
Michelle dances more than you
Handa with to' and hate shows more attitude
Jota Benz raps more than you
Flavia is prettier than you
The difference is that these people talk less than you

(Chico Ator Untela) (I love it-ta-ta)
Mommy, you're either a devil or you're a saint
(Chico Ator Untela) (I love it-ta-ta)
He speaks more than he sings

People say it's the only urban one I know
Of course if you see Magaly and buy the Trome at the kiosk
Now she is a cumbiambera, what are you? I don't know you
Karol G appears on your playlist after Deyvi' Orosco
I want my song to be released on Molusco, not on Magaly
Nowadays any idiot who pays goes and wins a Grammy
Mommy, tease me so I can hit you pretty
And since you dance so much, go ahead and take a step

(I love it-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta)
(I love it-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta)
(I love it-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta)
(I love it-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta)