ALGO BONITO (part. Ivy Queen)

Every time the cannons are fired
My artillery gets heavy
I devour anyone who attacks me
Like a lioness on the hunt

My balls are swollen
If I protest, they call me subversive
And I know my anger bothers you
Because I know you prefer me compassionate

That call sounds that wakes us up
That frees us from the weight above
That monster's legs tremble
He knows his collapse is approaching

The mares of the field have been released
Going down slopes
Healers of fear
Dry tears
And unbroken
A scream that turns into song

Tell me something nice
I want to hear something nice
Tell me something nice
I want to hear something nice

Tell me something nice
I want to hear something nice
Tell me something nice
I want to hear something nice

It's better that pretty words surrender to you
For my offspring and the ovaries that hang on me
I care little about what they label me
I have never believed that I look prettier when silent

When I spit it's like fire and acid
It seems that your talk is as flaccid as you
I kill them quickly
I decapitate the rhythm

I work and pla pla
It's automatic
I will never let myself be ridden
If your ego is big, mine is colossal
And the coverage is intercontinental
If I were you, I'd walk the marginal
(It's the rude gyal)

The mares of the field have been released
There's no crying here
We speak with charm
Pure molasses
Field herb
I have the seasoning you like so much

Tell me something nice
I want to hear something nice
Tell me something nice
I want to hear something nice

Tell me something nice
I want to hear something nice
Tell me something nice
I want to hear something nice

Tell me something nice
I want to hear something nice (something nice, daddy)
Tell me something nice (softly)
I want to hear something nice

Tell me something nice
I want to hear something nice (you already know, daddy)
Tell me something nice

I want to hear something nice
Ivy Queen, the big horsewoman
The bitch, the diva, and the filly
You speak nicely to me, okay?