Rapeando a Cualquier Hora #30 (part. Trueno)

Oh, shit
Commune 4, baby
Crotos Squad, bro
Executing partner
K-L-A-N
T-R-1 is in the house

Tu-tu-tu-tu-tu (your)
I don't lower bars, I raise them
They reached as high as Diego
I know how to transform the neighborhood into our heaven (uh)
Here the kids extract gold from the ground

Every time you listen to fake rappers
You're going to come back for Lucas and Mateo
That only happens because it's true
Every verse that is written in this ghetto

I rap for MCs and graffiti artists
For b-boys and b-girls around the world
How can I forget the DJ, let's not even talk about that
Maximum respect to the inventor of the game

The street made me bad but my children good
I no longer give myself away or get dirty for money
I'd rather die trying than live like I don't want to
Those people still don't know about the gem they lost (uh, yeah)

Lucas paints your face
I am one of those who chiquiti-paquiti-plow, one of those who points and shoots
The Boca in the hou-, The Boca in the house, things are clear
We made my neighborhood fashionable, you decide what you do (see what you do)

They lost the gem, they beat the cream, uh
Plus 54-9-11-22-0-4-4-4-4, your biggest problem
If you've never skewered a dish, don't change the subject
The teacher takes attendance (yeah), the edges rise

The path from the square to the king size, uh
The T-R-1 and Luca Santo
Had you ever seen together, boom bap from beyond the grave in hustle, or never that much? (Real rap)

Although there is no more left
Only hints, beef and lyrics dressed in silk (me)
I take care of those who eat at my table
Executing partner, there are no more places in the company, stop