Bad City - K4

Buenos Aires, eh

Buenos Aires bad city

Buenos Aires, eh

Buenos Aires bad city

'Toy de gira

Estoy de gira como el Pity

'Toy de gira

Estoy de gira como el Pity

En la calle estás perseguido, no sabes cual es el malo 'e la actuación

Gente de traje mirando raro, ¿quién es el esclavo?, esa es la cuestión, yah

Aires de noche, ya todo cambió

Corriste y la poli' no te agarró

Patrulleros cambiaron de color

Miran mi cara, supieron quien soy

Miran mi cara, supieron quien soy

Viste mi cara, ¿vos sabes quién soy?

La ciudad así es como yo la vivo

Persiguiendo en cada esquina mi incentivo

Gente que delira creyendo que tiene amigos, hmm

Todo sigue siendo parte de lo mismo, hmm

Mi Buenos Aires, mi Buenos Aires

Mi Buenos Aires es tu Buenos Aires

Mi Buenos Aires, somos menos aires

Es Buenos Aires, es Buenos Aires

Buenos Aires, eh

Buenos Aires bad city

Buenos Aires, eh

Buenos Aires bad city

'Toy de gira, eh

'Toy de gira como el Pity

'Toy de gira

Estoy de gira como el Pity

To' los caminos te llevan a Roma, me están llevando a ser mala persona

Y no es porque quiera, sino porque quiero asegurarme de que mi familia coma

Pese a ese, todos los que me conocen saben bien que me lo tomo todo a broma

Hay tantos traperos flasheando la movie, buscando unos verdes cual fondo de

chroma

Al rey de la selva un humano lo doma

Gente falsa, tetas de silicona

Esos bobitos se creen muy piola

Que son drogadictos tomándose un Clona'

No son malos de verdad, droga poca calidad

Viven otra realidad, no conocen mi ciudad

Buenos Aires, eh

Mala, mala, mala

Buenos Aires, ey

Bad, bad, bad

Buenos Aires, eh

Buenos Aires bad city

Buenos Aires, eh

Buenos Aires bad city

'Toy de gira

Estoy de gira como el Pity

'Toy de gira

Estoy de gira como el Pity

Buenos Aires, huh

Buenos Aires bad city

Buenos Aires, huh

Buenos Aires bad city

'I'm on tour

I'm on tour like the Pity

'I'm on tour

I'm on tour like the Pity

In the street you are persecuted, you don't know which is the bad 'and the performance

People in suits looking weird, who's the slave, that's the question, yah

Airs of night, everything has changed

You ran and the cops didn't catch you

patrol cars changed color

They look at my face, they knew who I am

They look at my face, they knew who I am

Did you see my face, do you know who I am?

The city is how I live it

Chasing around every corner my incentive

People who are delirious thinking they have friends, hmm

It's all still part of the same, hmm

My Buenos Aires, my Buenos Aires

My Buenos Aires is your Buenos Aires

My Buenos Aires, we are less airs

It's Buenos Aires, it's Buenos Aires

Buenos Aires, huh

Buenos Aires bad city

Buenos Aires, huh

Buenos Aires bad city

'I'm on tour, huh

'Toy on tour like the Pity

'I'm on tour

I'm on tour like the Pity

All roads lead you to Rome, they are leading me to be a bad person

And it's not because I want to, but because I want to make sure my family eats

Despite that, everyone who knows me knows well that I take everything as a joke

There are so many ragpickers flashing the movie, looking for some green ones as a background of

chroma

The king of the jungle is tamed by a human

Fake people, silicone tits

Those bobitos think they are very cool

That they are drug addicts taking a Clona'

They are not really bad, low quality drug

They live another reality, they don't know my city

Buenos Aires, huh

bad, bad, bad

Buenos Aires, hey

Bad, bad, bad

Buenos Aires, huh

Buenos Aires bad city

Buenos Aires, huh

Buenos Aires bad city

'I'm on tour

I'm on tour like the Pity

'I'm on tour

I'm on tour like the Pity