Sacamos unos chanteos (part. Homer el Mero Mero)

Yeah
Nahuel The Coach
The Bosses with the bosses, babe
Yeah
Nahuel The Coach
The Bosses with the bosses, babe

I don’t break it down in thirds anymore (jam)
Now music is the business
Don’t teach me about the game, all you fools (nah)
If my head has a price (ss)

We come to clean the streets like the Enemecio Cartel
Underground roulette
[?] the queen of the rooster
Whiskey and a little bump

Let the horses loose (jum)
Babe, I’m hitting the right notes
For the test tube
You look for me in war, it’s a pleasure

I hit it and the vibe got cut (bo-bo-bo)
With the three letters, we put on the third stage (jum)
Fatality and autograph like Johnny Cage
I make her come all excited

That whore’s a hooker
I nailed her in the presidential suite
[?] in Santiago
I pop the bottle

And I whip it with the [?]
I got my hands in her crew
The style of the elengue
The lights go out

Inside the Undertaker
I’m throwing bottles in the room
The 24 of the Lakers
Everything came out perfect

A total hit (hahaha)
[?] goes in a second
You’re with the best
I sink it for free

If they promise just one fact
And used by half the world, babe (bitch)
I already threw those rappers down to the floor (jum)
Kudos to your mom for how well she raised you (whore)

That bitch put a spell on me (shh)
I left her limping and I’m not [?]
I teach these parrots how to smell
The cats that jump

If they got a masterclass on how to drift
Let me pop it with the Versa and I’ll escape
Not even in the drift do they stop me, they tell me [?]
Lo-Lo I styled them Mickey so you feel black in Disneyland (bo-bo-bo)

Command drops in the [?]
Sowing terrorism like we’re in Tourism Land [?]
Cleaning the area of pigs (bo-bo-bo)
Cleaning this scene of the dead

We had to go out to purge
And the saddest part is we went out to play
A lot of thieves on the street
And in the box, the gospel (yeah)

We took care of your cousin at your funeral
I sent a wreath to the cemetery
Today the blood runs like an Empire
Of Marcus Aurelius

In the Durango with the high ranks
I come back with a fat ass, the tropitango
We don’t have a ceiling in [?]
The whore lights me a cigar

Papi Andrew Tate (you heard)
The bills with scotch tape
Black phones and touch
80 and still listening to the anthem, I leave it at [?]

The Nike Shop and the gamulán
The three shorts and the [?]
With the H and the Kush [?]
Prr-Prr

We drop some bars, oh
The whole scene dies
I’ll stay until your girl
If the crime sounds, oh

It’ll be your last supper
There’s no time for sorrow
Yeah

Yeah
All those alleys
Waiting for something to happen (yeah)
What the corner brought together

The night doesn’t separate it (no)
Today I brought more fire than the 40 when it shoots (puff-puff)
And if I escaped, it’s because I paid to get out
Brave bars in the room

Paragraphs in scale (no)
With Zara, there’s no way the third would fail (no)
I’m still in buying and selling, I like clear accounts (yeah, yeah, yeah)
If this life is a wheel

And it never stops turning
I’ve kicked so much ass
That I’m out of soles
Burras, timbas, and pools

Spinning among the ladies
I got into the hustle before finishing school
And I’ve dined with death under the light of a candle
Our people rebel because they feel it’s not enough

The promises they bought were false hopes (no)
Today the plaza divides
Every day there’s more distance
Thank goodness every crisis always left a lesson (yeah, yeah)

Trust killed the man after making him suffer
Betrayal is the hardest pain to resist (ah)
If they fail you once, it’ll happen again
So take a step aside

You won’t regret it
What you learn at 20
Will serve you for life (yeah)
Don’t leave your luck in the hands of a sports bet

Just make it to the entrance
You’re only going to the exit
You’ll know if the one below takes you
Or if the one above saves you (no)

You don’t die when you leave
You only die when you’re forgotten
You can’t be happy when there’s not enough for food
How to respect the law if justice punishes us

We’ll keep waiting
Healing our wounds
Every day I’m getting along better with my routine
I’ve fought with the night (ah, ah, ah)

The morning will be your friend
Life is a maze
Only the one who walks it knows
I’ll always be different when I play in this league

I was taught by cursed people in dangerous streets
Where anyone can pull the trigger
And throw you in a pit
I’m still far from the bars and the cuffs (yeah, yeah)

I hung up the gloves and learned to win in other ways
The metal I carry doesn’t have papers
Smith and Wesson on my belt for anyone who rebels
Once again we’re showing that there are levels to this

We’re hitting the business where it hurts them most

We drop some bars, oh
The whole scene dies
I’ll stay until your girl
If the crime sounds, oh

It’ll be your last supper
There’s no time for sorrow
Yeah

Zaramay, baby
The boss of crime