Why don't I like to make people dance? (make people dance)
Why don't I like to make people dance? (make people dance)
Dance, dance, go ahead dance, dance
Why don't I like to make people dance? (make people dance)

It's hot in the neighborhood, the kids on a stunt
The atmosphere is tense, we all have the gun, even under the sun, we all have the grudge
We all want to be at the top even in a low-key way
You're looking for friends, I want profits
That's how it is my brother
With ten million euros maybe I would forget
But I suffered too much, I'm like the Nautilus under the sea
Doing dirty to get out of the shit
Lacking tenderness, I call an escort to spend the night with her
African, I'm a gangster, I'm in the street, I'm in concert
I'm with a brunette, stuck in the elevator
The rest is censored by me, yeah

Why don't I like to make people dance? (make people dance)
Why don't I like to make people dance? (make people dance)
Dance, dance, go ahead dance, dance
Why don't I like to make people dance? (make people dance)

On a wheelie on a bike
I have shit in my head
They're rescuing me in the rearview
But I have more than one trick up my sleeve
We arrive hooded, blood is going to flow, I think it's time to them
El General is in haram, the Devil whispers to me "hang them"
Ah, make them dance
Make, make them dance
Make them dance
Make them, make them dance
Ah, make them dance
Make them dance
Ah, make them dance, oh
Make them dance

They're dealing the party until the O.D
I'm going to encrypt until flooding
I see the cops doing their rounds, my flow taking off like a swallow
Watch your ass, rotten with Fernandel's smile
I see the wolves eating each other while the sheep walks
Me always untouchable
You always untouchable
KeBlack, in untouchable mode, prefers to attack than to stay in goal
The street has its rules, I know the ropes
You must have hit the snow queen to fall head over heels for the saddle

Why don't I like to make people dance?
Why don't I like to make people dance?
Dance, dance, go ahead dance
Dance
Why don't I like to make people dance?

On a wheelie on a bike
I have shit in my head
They're drying me in the rearview
But I have more than one trick up my sleeve
We arrive hooded, blood is going to flow, I think it's time to them
El General is in haram, the Devil whispers to me "hang them"
Ah, make them dance
Make, make them dance
Make them dance
Make them, make them dance
Ah, make them dance
Make them dance
Ah, make them dance, oh
Make them dance

It's the street my friend, untouchable
Yeah KeBlack, you fooled me there I'm dancing
Yes yes, it's so, El Generale

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