YSQS - M2H, Benzina

Clave en eco, muñeco

Hey, hey, manolo

Yeah, right here

Pronto seres libre, now

El benzi (El benzi, na na na)

Oh, Mr. benzi

De este lado del mapa

Me sudo el jopo haciendo kipapa

Le rezo a mi papá, no al papa

Aquí siembran una mata por la que se matan

Por si se les escapan los capos

Nos hacen volar sin capa

Desde Caracas hasta el Cusco mi rap es justo

Lo que busco, mi mente es la prenda que mejor luzco

Solamente estoy donde me siento a gusto

Mujer es meterle el pecho a la vida

No es solo operarse el busto

No me asusta tener miedo, al contrario

Me lo llevo a donde puedo

Pasa, pesa y peligro a donde llego

Veo que en esto no hay nada nuevo

Dan clases de aspirante

Los que se aspiran sus aspiraciones luego

Ya sabe quienes son

Con los mismos de antes, desde antes

Ya sabe quienes son

Los que controlan este juego, hasta luego

Ya sabe quienes son, wayo, wayo

Ya sabe quienes soon, wayo, wayo

Muchos me querén ver caer

Pero muchos están llamando es él (yeah, yeah)

No tengo tiempo pa' perder (no, no)

Yo sé bien que es lo que tengo que hacer

Ya sabe quienes son

Con los que me emborracharé gastando el millón

Tú sabes que no (no, no)

Tuve que alzar la voz, pues siempre tuve la razón

Aquí tenemos la fórmula correcta (yeah, yeah)

Si es que se prende, la vibra es perfecta

Sigue mi nube pero siempre alerta

Puertas cerradas y la mente abierta, ye

Habladores no entran a mi secta

Estoy cansado de payasos y fecas

Estoy cansado de payasos y fecas

Estoy cansado de paya…

Ya sabe quienes son

Con los mismos de antes, desde antes

Ya sabe quienes son

Con los mismos de antes, desde antes

Ya sabe quienes son

Los que controlan este juego, hasta luego

Ya sabe quienes son, wayo, wayo

Ya sabe quienes soon, wayo, wayo

Si le escribo por amor

Escribo por puro morbo

A los que ya no están se les dedica este sorbo

Ta' coñando con el fuckin' dedo gordo

Aquí el que no ayuda es considerado estorbo

Fuck you, no bro, no bajaré lo que hoy cobro

No nos puedes pedir eso a nosotros (no. no)

Si no vas a asumir estos logros

Sigue contratando a quienes cantan canciones de otros

Baby ya tú sabes quienes somos

Ovejas negras, pulmones, plomos

De nuevo a quemar el micrófono

Los reyes volvieron por sus tronos

Echo clef, doll

hey, hey, manolo

Yeah right here

Soon you'll be free, now

The benzi (The benzi, na na na)

oh mr benzi

On this side of the map

I sweat the jopo doing kipapa

I pray to my dad, not the pope

Here they plant a bush for which they kill themselves

In case the bosses escape

They make us fly without a cape

From Caracas to Cusco my rap is fair

What I'm looking for, my mind is the garment that I wear best

I'm just where I feel comfortable

Woman is putting her chest to life

It is not just having surgery on the bust

I'm not afraid of being afraid, on the contrary

I take it where I can

Pass, weigh and danger where I arrive

I see that there is nothing new in this

They give aspirant classes

Those who suck their aspirations later

You already know who they are

With the same ones from before, from before

You already know who they are

Those who control this game, see you later

You already know who they are, wayo, wayo

You already know who soon, wayo, wayo

Many want to see me fall

But many are calling it is him (yeah, yeah)

I don't have time to lose (no, no)

I know well what I have to do

You already know who they are

With whom I will get drunk spending the million

You know that no (no, no)

I had to raise my voice, because I was always right

Here we have the correct formula (yeah, yeah)

If it turns on, the vibe is perfect

Follow my cloud but always alert

Closed doors and open minds, ye

Talkers do not enter my sect

I'm tired of clowns and fecas

I'm tired of clowns and fecas

I'm tired of paya...

You already know who they are

With the same ones from before, from before

You already know who they are

With the same ones from before, from before

You already know who they are

Those who control this game, see you later

You already know who they are, wayo, wayo

You already know who soon, wayo, wayo

If I write to you for love

I write for pure curiosity

This sip is dedicated to those who are no longer here

Ta' coñando with the fuckin' big toe

Here the one who does not help is considered a hindrance

Fuck you, no bro, I will not lower what I charge today

You can't ask that of us (no. no)

If you are not going to take on these achievements

Keep hiring people who sing other people's songs

Baby you already know who we are

Black sheep, lungs, leads

Back to burning the mic

The kings returned to their thrones