Trapito - Los Buenos Modales, Berna, Hache Souza

Oh, yeah

Ay, yeah

Montevideo city, 2−0-1−6

Se, Los Buenos Modales

Cuando escribo esto no soy, yo soy Berna, ja

Llevando a otro nivel las matemáticas, me escapo por la parte de atrás

¿Tu opinión qué más me da?

Tenés el micro en mano y miedo en la cara (Yah)

Caminé por avenidas céntricas como si nada pasara, perra (Bitch)

No me vomites la alfombra (No)

Bancate guacho, este sol quema en la sombra

Mi órbita arbitraria no se repite

Mi nombre es mi alias a.k.a agarramela

Nasty crema de papá, ah

Estaban esperando que escupa métricas para que esto se ponga

Si digo Mac Team ustedes gritan «Yeah»

Hoy hay fiesta en la azotea

Pocos son los miembros de mi sociedad

Del humo en la cara

Lo piden, lo quieren, ja (Slow Berna)

Lo quieren lo tienen, ja (Slow Berna)

Del humo en la cara

Lo piden, lo quieren, ja (Slow Berna)

Lo quieren lo tienen (Slow Berna)

Del humo en la cara, y

Got it slow down

Yah

Quemándolo lento, Slow Berna

Hache Souza, Vanguardia

Buenos Modales hacían falta

Amor a los canes, los planes, la jerga

Subir el nivel, subir el nivel, que ya no lo vean

Estar donde nadie te espera

Entrar y llevarse la seda

Estoy pa' e—, sabiendo bien que tenemos con qué

M.A.C barrer pa' adentro y separar después

Estaba buscándome a mí, por eso encontrarme con esto da orgullo

Lo fundamos entre todos, no sé donde estaban ellos, no

Vienen a por mis perros, eh, son pocos, pidan apoyo

Lo aprendimos a error y ensayo, nos cuidamos entre nosotros

'Tamos light

Más light que solteros en New York

Más light que tu cuello

Los dejamo' en plan, «mi reino por un caballo», ey, yo'

Siguen alway feeling dark, always feeling dark

Ahí fuera le pegan a cualquiera apenas lo ven despegar, wah

Always feeling dark, siguen always feeling dark

Pura omertá, partir pan y buscar la verdad

Los Modales, Los Modales

Los Modales, Los Modales

Los Modales, Los Modales

Los Modales

Got it slow down

Yeah

Yeah

Oh, yeah

Yeah

oh yeah

oh yeah

Montevideo city, 2−0-1−6

Yes, good manners

When I write this I am not, I am Bern, ha

Taking mathematics to another level, I escape through the back

What else does your opinion give me?

You have the microphone in hand and fear on your face (Yah)

I walked downtown avenues like nothing happened, bitch (Bitch)

Don't throw up the carpet on me (No)

Bancate guacho, this sun burns in the shade

My arbitrary orbit does not repeat

My name is my alias a.k.a grab it

Nasty cream daddy, ah

They were waiting for me to spit out metrics for this to go live

If I say Mac Team you guys yell "Yeah"

Today there is a party on the roof

Few are the members of my society

From the smoke in the face

They ask for it, they want it, ha (Slow Berna)

They want it, they got it, ha (Slow Bern)

From the smoke in the face

They ask for it, they want it, ha (Slow Berna)

They Want It They Got It (Slow Bern)

Of the smoke in the face, and

Got it slow down

yah

Burning it slow, Slow Bern

Hache Souza, Vanguard

good manners were needed

Love of dogs, plans, jargon

Raise the level, raise the level, that they no longer see it

Be where no one waits for you

Enter and take the silk

I'm pa' e—, knowing well that we have with what

M.A.C sweep inside and separate later

He was looking for me, that's why finding this makes me proud

We founded it together, I don't know where they were, no

They come for my dogs, eh, they are few, ask for support

We learned it by trial and error, we take care of each other

'We are light

Lighter than singles in New York

Lighter than your neck

We left them in plan, "my kingdom for a horse", hey, I'

They continue always feeling dark, always feeling dark

Out there they hit anybody as soon as they see it take off, wah

Always feeling dark, always feeling dark

Pure omertá, break bread and seek the truth

The manners, the manners

The manners, the manners

The manners, the manners

Manners

Got it slow down

yeah

yeah

oh yeah

yeah