De Onda Nada - MALANDRO

Yeah, ah

Osea de onda nada

Eh, wachín, no es mala onda pero yo estoy trabajando (Osea de onda nada)

No es motín, va re de onda, pero yo tengo mi mambo (Osea de onda nada)

Yo no sé cual es tu onda, yo también me busco el mango (Osea de onda nada)

Ya murió rapear de onda, a mi pagame lo que valgo (Osea de onda nada)

Ya no me como el chamuyo de coquita y paty gratis

Tampoco esa de vos a lo tuyo y que quedé ra' my party

Que cuantas entradas vendiste, de ahí según un porciento

Hermano, te corto la cara con blisa, poniendo la teca maestro

Ya me corrieron con esa de que ese cheboli es la nota y que explota

Ya me quisieron comprar con flores, que mala que vos sos la posta

Que pin, que pun, que pam, que acá es la cabida que acá hay promoción

Wachín, tu crew o tu flash, porque esa es re vieja, toca otra canción

A mi no me vengan con esa, que por la cultura, que por la movida

Son mas de diez años en esta dictadura, porque esto está lleno de ortivas

Que a mi me cerraron la puerta miles de veces y yo le puse el hombro

Por eso no sé, manéjate, amiguito, yo lo que canto lo cobro

Eh, wachín, no es mala onda pero yo estoy trabajando (Osea de onda nada)

No es motín, va re de onda, pero yo tengo mi mambo (Osea de onda nada)

Yo no sé cual es tu onda, yo también me busco el mango (Osea de onda nada)

Ya murió rapear de onda, a mi pagame lo que valgo (Osea de onda nada)

Otros te ponen de estrella, pero te aplican de piola «moveme el flyer»

Para un cachito, bestia, si vos sos el dueño del baile

Si vos están tan seguro que yo soy la posta y que en rap yo soy alguien

Búscate uno dos canillitas y hace la inversión si lo vale

Yo te aseguro que subo y pongo de mi lo mejor

Te pongo la jerga del barrio en escena y en todo su resplandor

Yo viajo en bondi en tren en subte y hasta la loma 'el ojete

Entonces vos pórtate bien y hace los deberes, pasame el billete

Son horas de estudio hermano y lo que tengo lo gano

Yo no me caso con nadie y a nadie le pido una mano

No son regalos, te doy lo mejor y te espero sentado

Este no fía y si no me pagas, wachín, estás complicado

yeah oh

I mean nothing

Eh, wachín, it's not bad vibes but I'm working (I mean, nothing cool)

It's not a riot, it's going to be cool, but I have my mambo (I mean, nothing is cool)

I don't know what your vibe is, I'm also looking for the mango (I mean, nothing wave)

He already died rapping cool, pay me what I'm worth (I mean, cool nothing)

I no longer eat the chamuyo de coquita and free paty

Neither is that of you to your thing and that I stayed for my party

How many tickets did you sell, hence according to a percentage

Brother, I cut your face with balsa, putting the master teak

They already fired me with that cheboli is the note and that it explodes

They already wanted to buy me with flowers, how bad that you are the post

What a pin, what a pun, what a pam, that here is the place that there is promotion here

Wachín, your crew or your flash, because that's old, play another song

Don't come to me with that, because of the culture, because of the movement

They are more than ten years in this dictatorship, because this is full of ortivas

That they closed the door thousands of times and I put my shoulder

That's why I don't know, handle yourself, little friend, what I sing I collect

Eh, wachín, it's not bad vibes but I'm working (I mean, nothing cool)

It's not a riot, it's going to be cool, but I have my mambo (I mean, nothing is cool)

I don't know what your vibe is, I'm also looking for the mango (I mean, nothing wave)

He already died rapping cool, pay me what I'm worth (I mean, cool nothing)

Others put you as a star, but they apply you as cool "move me the flyer"

For a little bit, beast, if you are the owner of the dance

If you are so sure that I am the post and that in rap I am someone

Find yourself one or two canillitas and make the investment if it's worth it

I assure you that I go up and put my best

I put the neighborhood jargon on stage and in all its splendor

I travel in bondi by train in the subway and up to the hill 'el ojete

So you behave yourself and do your homework, pass me the ticket

They are hours of study brother and what I have I earn

I don't marry anyone and I don't ask anyone for a hand

They are not gifts, I give you the best and I wait for you sitting

This one does not trust and if you do not pay me, wachín, you are complicated