Bum Bam Ven - Lapiz Conciente, Musicologo the Libro, Secreto El Famoso Biberon

¿Y ese carro, negro?

Wup, wup

Bum bam ven, bum, bum, bum

Bum bam ven, bum, bum

Bum bam ven, bum, bum, bum

Bum bam ven, bum, bum

Bum bam ven, bum, bum, bum

Bum bam ven, bum, bum

Bum bam ven, bum, bum, bum

Bum bam ven, bum, bum

Llegó el cazador a cazar, déjame tu drama

Cada ve' que monto voce', te tumbo el programa

Desde mi ventana abuso de la fama

Demasiada magia, tú no entiende' el crucigrama

La vaina 'tá super hot, el ambiente se presta

Compro la syntactic y ni pregunto cuanto cuesta

Mírame aquí dónde 'toy, ¿tú dónde está'?

El mejor rapero por ley, revisa la encuesta

Me dicen el pie de Messi, porque nunca falló

Lo tuyo nunca me sube porque tiene fallo'

El pueblo no se equivoca, ya tiene su gallo

Un problema pa' la industria, bi, cada ve' estallo

Este flow ya 'tá expandí'o, cielo, tierra y río

'Tán dolió porque no se han comió lo que he comí'o

Aunque lleve ropa negra no es Anthony Ríos

'Toy lucí'o, y ustede' to’itos son mis críos

Desde la biblioteca me tocó Loteka

Lo aprendí tecla por tecla

Una cibaeña lo escuchó y dijo: «La creta

Este disco va a sona' de por vida en la discoteca», prr

¿Y ese carro, negro?

Wup, wup

Bum bam ven, bum, bum, bum

Bum bam ven, bum, bum

Bum bam ven, bum, bum, bum

Bum bam ven, bum, bum

Bum bam ven, bum, bum, bum

Bum bam ven, bum, bum

Bum bam ven, bum, bum, bum

Bum bam ven, bum, bum

Aquí 'tamos bajo cero, to' el mundo está frío-frío

Salgo pa' la calle y me vocean…

Me viste en la discoteca y ando con lo mío-mío

Vieron la botella y me vocearon…

Bum bam ven, bum, bum, bum

Bum bam ven, bum, bum

Bum bam ven, bum, bum, bum

Bum bam ven, bum, bum

Cada ve' que salgo pa' la calle, yo te piso

Porque yo 'toy en el roof y ustede' en el cobertizo

Siempre con la nota alta, yo nunca aterrizo

Esa letra suena bien, pero tu flow 'tá postizo

Yo si tengo rima, yo no dramatizo

Y a mí me da 3 pito', bro, si no te simpatizo

Siempre con la larga encima, predicción de aviso

Piso los cardero', lo meneé y se me dio el guiso

Anótame otro palo, soy un Junior Lake

Los cuadro' de Louis Vuitton me llegan con el key

And that car, black?

whoop whoop

Boom bam come, boom, boom, boom

Boom bam come, boom, boom

Boom bam come, boom, boom, boom

Boom bam come, boom, boom

Boom bam come, boom, boom, boom

Boom bam come, boom, boom

Boom bam come, boom, boom, boom

Boom bam come, boom, boom

The hunter came to hunt, leave me your drama

Every time I ride voce, the program knocked you down

From my window abuse of fame

Too much magic, you don't understand the crossword

The pod 'tá super hot, the atmosphere lends itself

I buy the syntactic and I don't even ask how much it costs

Look at me here where I am, where are you?

The best rapper by law, check the poll

They tell me Messi's foot, because he never failed

Your thing never goes up because it has a fault'

The people are not wrong, they already have their rooster

A problem for the industry, bi, every time I explode

This flow is already expanding, heaven, earth and river

'It hurt so much because they haven't eaten what I've eaten'

Although he wears black clothes, he is not Anthony Ríos

"Toy Lucí'o, and you" all are my children

From the library I got Loteka

I learned it key by key

A cibaeña heard him and said: «The chalk

This album will sound for life at the disco", prr

And that car, black?

whoop whoop

Boom bam come, boom, boom, boom

Boom bam come, boom, boom

Boom bam come, boom, boom, boom

Boom bam come, boom, boom

Boom bam come, boom, boom, boom

Boom bam come, boom, boom

Boom bam come, boom, boom, boom

Boom bam come, boom, boom

Here we are below zero, the world is cold-cold

I go out to the street and they call me…

You saw me at the disco and I'm with mine-mine

They saw the bottle and called me...

Boom bam come, boom, boom, boom

Boom bam come, boom, boom

Boom bam come, boom, boom, boom

Boom bam come, boom, boom

Every time I go out to the street, I step on you

Because I'm on the roof and you're in the shed

Always on the high note, I never land

That letter sounds good, but your flow is false

I do have rhyme, I do not dramatize

And it gives me 3 dicks, bro, if you don't like me

Always with the long on top, warning prediction

I step on the lambs', I shook it and I was given the stew

Score me another stick, I'm a Junior Lake

The Louis Vuitton paintings arrive with the key