Mantenlo Criminal

The homeland of Jarfa (the best, the best)

Piedralaves, news of thefts
I look out the window of my room
I see children jumping through the orchards
Playing soccer with a dead cat

On bikes up, on bikes down
I go down with grams, I go up with bundles
I will educate my children
So they can eat yours alive, you fucking posh boy

What daddy, ready for the war
I fuck your mother and I leave without paying
Ávila south, there is no sea here
Fucking Prosegur, we're going to kill you

The door, with all the panda bear dark circles
It seems that he loves the farla
You won't let me in because I'm wearing a tracksuit?
Well, screw you, that Jarfaiter isn't singing today

Silly, or give me that bottle
Or I'll break your jambo's face with it
Hey, guy, suck my dick
I'm a quinqui, I'm not a star

Crazy, I know you piss me off
If you know you're going to catch me any night
What you don't know is that giving me doesn't pay off
Because I already know where you leave the car

Hippy pig
You smell like shit
Your dreadlocks are disgusting
Move aside, fat girl
I want you to burn
Left-wing progressive
Go throw flowers at the guards

Uh, ah, keep it criminal
They're going to burst your Brugal bottle
All drunks in the hospital
With the face explodes'
Keep it criminal

Uh, ah, keep it criminal
They're going to burst your Brugal bottle
All drunks in the hospital
With the face explodes'
Keep it criminal

Every rapper has his essence
And I will mention violence in all my songs
Without innocence moving substances
Quinqui rap music crime
The street raised me since I was a child
Getting into trouble in the cold
Alcohol and friendship Litronos crew
They are the few I trust
Are you Jarfaiter, can you take a photo?
No brat, move aside or I'll kill you
Along the roads in a wagon
Cut the fucking snitch in the face
I take it, I break it, I weigh it, I distribute it
All the good comes out of my room
You're acting like an expert, and you've got me fed up
You should have died in childbirth

Throwing punches since I was a kid
At that time, for chrome and tazos
The one in the shed to take a look
He threatened to hit us with a stick
My little fame only brings problems
He doesn't bring me money or hot chicks
You don't know me at all, but you have an opinion
And you can't even imagine my fucking life

Piedralaveños in the capital
They go without a penny, they don't care at all
The tracksuit, the cap up, the dagger
First of all, the prime, primordial alcohol

Uh, ah, keep it criminal
They're going to burst your Brugal bottle
All drunks in the hospital
With the face explodes'
Keep it criminal

Uh, ah, keep it criminal
They're going to burst your Brugal bottle
All drunks in the hospital
With the face explodes'
Keep it criminal