Rumores

(It's El Cachorro, ma', it's El Cachorro, ma')
It's El Cachorro, ma'
(It's El Cachorro, ma', it's El Cachorro, ma')
4 (uh!), 4 (uh!), 4

Outside I hear rumors, messages in the suburbs
There are guys on site doing some shady business
I'm still the same even if I dye my hair blonde
Bring your umbrellas, yes, today it's going to pour
Now it's trendy to talk a lot on the net
But when we meet, they act like they don't see
I can't just worry about having a good time
I have fame as a girlfriend and success as a hostage
I've been rich since I was twenty-three
Honestly, I think it's right after the damn stress
My country is ruled by the drug trade even though they say Andrés is in charge
I send distress messages and my saint never reads them
They say I've become cold, I really don't know
There are a lot of stray bullets, you ask them not to hit me
I say amen, how life has changed me
I sleep peacefully for not singing lies
Gypsy eyes, I think luck is looking at me
Here we don't do business with the system or the cops
My world spins, they aim at my head
Up here I feel the air, but never greatness
Screw your little star, I came out of poverty
The same genre knows that I'm a good piece for rap
I'm always thinking so much that I've even started my own company
Now they know that Vagos on the street are the ones who weigh
At fourteen I was already a monster, I entered Mexa for a reason
I can't even understand myself, I don't know what my mind thinks

They say I've become cold, I really don't know
I don't know
There are a lot of stray bullets, you ask them not to hit me
I have fame as a girlfriend and success as a hostage
I don't know
I sleep peacefully for not singing lies
After the damn stress
My country is ruled by the drug trade even though they say Andrés is in charge
That Andrés is in charge
No-No-No
Now they know that Vagos on the street are the ones who weigh
I don't know
Screw your little star, I came out of poverty-
Yes, today it's going to pour