Yeah, eh, yeah

My people doing everything for their plate of food
Even if they have everything, here nothing is forgotten
Fighting for what's ours, same at night as during the day
Buying some problems that not even a rich man would pay for
I say, "Woh" (wuh)
The rest are already dead, that's why there are so many flowers
And if God gives us the chance it's because we're the best
They're going to turn eighteen soon
They're minors and they're going to understand the roles
I say, "Woh" (wuh)
On the 12th floor, from above the avenue
Watching as time passes and the abyss that looks at us
Mine are outside profiting from the lie
Pure Argentine trap

I say, "Woh" (wuh), woh, oh, oh
I go on stage, I hear "Woh, oh, oh"
Countless hours of these shows-shows-shows
Untamable hours because of my flow-flow-flow
I say, "Woh" (wuh), woh, oh, oh
These souls know what I am-am-am
She expects more than what I give-give-give
We've waited so long for today-today-today

I say "woh", wuh, wuh, wuh
The floor is shaking and it must be our fault
The mouths of my fans look like a catapult
The girls ask for pulp, some even insult me
They shout from below, "Fatso, I love you, son of a bitch"
I don't know if they want an autograph or to sharpen me
But for me, baby, let them all come together
Because here I wait for them, burning money
And the more I burn it, the more I remember what's good
I've been like this from zero without caring about the zeros
The upbringing they gave me made me rich
And I, if I finish, I already want to start again
I have more millions than all those who offered me
Working like no one without wanting to be a worker
The more I got involved, the more addicted I became to the fire

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