Happiness invades me when I hit a good rhythm
When I turn to the mirror and see that they are not the same
Now we are 12 and we started being 5
Blessed by God, I kneel to no monkey
And I jump if my DJ asks for it live
My lyrics always live
Real is what is written
Those who lie divide, they only receive blows
I stop for nothing and stopping is always what they ask for
If I move the pen, another hit is dictated
I don't seek to connect
I seek gold for my crew
I have respect in your ghetto
That's what they tell me
Criticize and don't apply, what bothers you so much?
Every album I release, the profit triples
And from mentioning me so much, his girl started following me
If I ask for a turn on the beat, I'm one who doesn't fan
And this one hits so hard that it multiplies by a hundred

If I could do it alone, I never hung on anyone
The same ones from the block, the street company
Come on, to put your hands in the air
This album has hate because it's the beauty of the dance

If I could do it alone, I never hung on anyone
The same ones from the block, the street company
Come on, to put your hands in the air
This album has hate because it's the beauty of the dance

I feel like a Swiss watch by the way I fall
And don't underestimate me if you don't know what I bring
If you say you have a player, then bring him without detours
I'm Ronaldo's number 9, if I enter the field, I dance them
And me?
Don't try to fool me on a bad trip
If they throw the first one, I return it with courage
They say they almost rise, and I'll make fear bring them down
This is for all the cumbia, I dedicate this tribute to them
And yes, I never wanted to turn anyone against
But I take care of my people, so the business doesn't break
I know how to stick out my chest, never stand on my butt
And diamond in the family, puppy for the friends
I try to shoot straight, so much detour is what hinders
Dude, I rap select, when I sing, I drop bombs
I wanted to go so far that I almost forgot the way
And I learned that a fan is not a fan if not family and friends

If I could do it alone, I never hung on anyone
The same ones from the block, the street company
Come on, to put your hands in the air
This album has hate because it's the beauty of the dance

If I could do it alone, I never hung on anyone
The same ones from the block, the street company
Come on, to put your hands in the air
This album has hate because it's the beauty of the dance

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