The roof, the roof is on fire
Yes, sir
It's TR1
Ey-yo, man, you know what I'm sayin'?

I walk with my buddy on my back, rap sounds, at the party I'm Tupac
Walking through the neighborhood I drop facts
Ah, you wanted rap? I arrived, I have the whole neighborhood behind me
Nice to meet you, let me introduce myself (your dad)
Mommy, I polish them off with a track
With a dark past, but I think about the future (No cap)
Real quality music
Gangsta party, hot mommy, no fancy cumbia sounds around here
It sounds T-R-U-E-N-O, and you know it very well
Hot mommy doesn't even think about it because she knows who she's with
I'd be ashamed not to shine without a gold chain
You don't shine without a gold chain
Burning the greens
Buenos Aires is partying, it never sleeps
Hands in the air, fuck it up, baby
Rap for the thugs and also for the ladies
I shine without a gold chain
Burning the greens
Buenos Aires is partying, it never sleeps
Hands in the air, fuck it up, baby
Rap for the thugs and also for the ladies

The roof, the roof is on fire
Oh, no, no, no, baby, I'm high
No lie, we're live
Trueno, pa-pa-pa-pai
Baby, I'm high
No lie, we're live
Trueno, pa-pa-pa-pai
I'm high, I'm high
I'm high
What the fuck?
Trueno, pa-pa-pa-pai

I walk with my buddy on my back
Baby, I'm high
No lie, we're live
Real rap, hot mommy
Let's teach these kids how it's done in Argentina
Trueno, pa-pa-pa-pai
We got in the middle of the sea to teach them how the hell to surf the tide
You know what I'm sayin'?
From the damn neighborhood of La Boca
You already know who I am, Trueno, pai
The same from the battle, the same as you know, my love
Argentina is in the house, no problem

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