Sin Tanto Royo (part. Tito Double P)

I even bring potatoes for a broth
And at both doors, I come beaten
You just see the dust
And up ahead comes the boss

Black or plain
At nineteen, I'm more than embarrassed
Breastplates, two spokes and a barb
Armored, by the way, the Cheyenón

And gates open
Between the seats, we bring the tostones
That day at the office
We look at them closely

And without so much fuss
From Thursday to Thursday, we provide support
They don't even tickle us
I'm El Piyi and I'm going strong

Just there, compa Tito
Pure war bullfight

You know what the line is
And the mountain is the one that sponsors
Say frog and jump in heat
And if you have to give your life, well, I give it

Party when needed
And if it's crooked, here you get back on track
If I'm honest, I turn on a touch
Keep an eye on the radio, because it's a bastard

And they close gates
While operations are coordinated
The Tahoes pass in hell
Through the Capi and its shores

And without so much fuss
I don't throw stones, I throw lead at them
They don't even tickle us
Piyi is still doing well