Untouchable - Pusho

Oye pordiosero

No es que yo no tenga modales

Es que a mi siempre me enseñaron que no haga fila en ningún lao'

¿Tú no me entiendes?

Te salió el tiro por la culata, la cosa se te complica

Te va a desbaratar si tratas de brincar la cuica

Mamabicho te tengo mordío y lo más que te pica

Que cuando pregunto «¿Quién me daño el remix?»

gritan «Sica!»

Que hay que hacer pa que estos entiendan que tengo el poder

Pa estrellar a to' el que joda con el nene del Cartel

Y Casa Blanca

Vuelvo y repito que no se me tranca

Pa' empezar con Sica y terminar con Juanka

A mi no me ronque versatilidad que tus temas nadie los baila

Por eso te botaron de Rottweilas

O por que le robaste a Coscu las pick y las pal y las endo

Por eso siempre está en la misma nota que Kendo

Con insomnio

Vete, dale quejas al demonio

Estos pendejos de Miami fronteándoles a San Antonio

Los Champions, despegando sin ponernos el cinturón

Limpia pecera pa' tu esquina que se soltó el tiburón (Pusho)

El que los descontrola con un 16

Toma un consejo si quieres jugar conmigo el NBA

Primero tienes que romper el vicio, ponte un suero

O te quedas toa' la vida jugando en los cangrejeros

Ta' feo

Muchacho dale por el paseo

Prince Royce, pídele la bendición a Romeo

Que siempre serás mi chata

Y después de esta bachata

Sica vuelve a construcción y Juanka recoge las latas (Woh)

Atención

Todavía no les cabe en la mente que yo soy el Rookie of the Year

Tan difícil se les hace cabrones

Yo soy el del palabreo fresh

La sicaria esta lucia'

Antes de tener bracer nada decía

Por que le salían dientes hasta fuera de las encías

Y sobresale

Tú me puedes decir que tengo pales

Llevan 10 años con un bozal pero siguen iguales

En esta mierda tu no sales, no tengo más que decir

Tu no llegas a donde estoy, ni aunque te trepes en un misil

En tu compañía no hay cash, to' son unos esmeril

Firmaste por una cadena y la calle en el 2000

Pero la culpa no es tuya, la culpa es de Three Jeans

Por estar puyándote pa' que te trepes al ring

Juanka, tu puedes frontear con 2 cadenas, 2 BM

Y sigues siendo el lambebichos de Las Vegas y JM

Cantando, tírale a Pusho, ¿qué esta esperando?

(Yo le vo' a tirar, pero si Pacho sale hablando)

La linda, ahora to' el mundo del flaco se arreguinda

Mientras en la esquina le gritan «Sica, no te me rindas»

Óyeme, no estamos ni en el segundo asalto

Y así tu querías probarme a mi

Óyeme, tu no sales conmigo

Descansa en paz cabrón

Otro muerto pa' la lista

Me hiciste perder tiempo en una pista

Pa' esta mierda mejor te hubieras quedao' como corista

Doblando las voces

Tratando 'e cantar desde los 12

Ya es 2014 y todavía nadie te conoce

Tas' buscando roce, pero te ponchaste sin strike

Cuando la gente se entere que le dabas a tu mai'

Tengo evidencia

Porque tu roncas de Mr. Consistencia

Si nunca has pegado un tema en tu existencia

Me agotaron la paciencia, ¿qué les pasa a estos difuntos?

Ustedes no tienen calibre pa' bregar con este asunto

Hay mucho novato loco, cabrones, pero aquí el punto

Es que no podrán tumbarme ni aunque los dos me tiren juntos

Y no la estén sacando, si no van a usarla entonces

Que no los pillemos rodeando por la

Esto es de Carolina a Ponce

Novatito guárdense que se soltó el Jay-Z de Beyonce (Pusho!)

No me hable de imagen que ya to' en zorra

Explícale a la gente que hasta duermes con gorra

Pa' tapar los culatazos que te han dao' por pillo

Y en el fucking remix quien mató fui yo

Comete el bizcocho muerto de hambre como el Chavo del Ocho

Las camisas son 3X, el pantalón es 28

Que chiste, tu sí que eres lo más feo que existe

No se ni pa' que carajo naciste

Disparate, llama al Chapulín que te rescate

Jugaste contra el rey y te buscaste un jaque mate

No se pongan sensible

Después que les de esta barría horrible

Se van a dar cuenta que estoy invencible

Óyeme, mugroso

Has buscado mil escusas pa' tirarme

Primero me dices que te robo los tonos

Después dices que quiero probarte a ver si tú eres duro de verdad

Hasta que te atreviste a decir

Que tú eres el Rookie of the Year

Mira cabrón

Usted lleva tratando

Porque lo que lleva es tratando de cantar, hace 10 años

¿Usted me dice a mí que usted es un rookie?

(jajajaja)

Tu eres el rookie más viejo de la historia cabrón

Oye, aquí el rookie soy yo

Mamabichos

Yo no llevo ni 8 meses en esto

Y he lograo' el triple de lo que ustedes tan siquiera han soñao'

Tu no me entiendes

Tu querías probarme cabrón

Busca pauta

Arreguindandote del esfuerzo de los demás

Mámate este bicho

Estuviste 3 semanas

(Por fa' Coscu, dile a Pusho y a Benny que me monten en el remix, por favor)

Cabrón, por Coscu te montamos

Y ahora nos tiras

Usted es un puerco cabrón

A usted nadie lo quiere, se le vira to' el mundo

Te botaron de Full Records por puerco

Le seguiste corriendo a Wibal y Alex

También te botaron

Te recoge Coscu y lo traicionas

Por una cadena y una calle bien viejísima infeliz

Que se puede esperar de un hombre

Que le dio a su madre

Óyeme

Y al otro perro sarnoso, este

Al carga bicho de Cataño

A usted nadie le hace caso

Usted es un infeliz

Usted no tiene donde caerse muerto

El que le crea su película

Tampoco sirve (jajaja)

Soy yo

Pusho

El fuckin' Rookie of the Year

Pa' que entiendan

Óyeme

Esto es Casablanca Records

Y El Cartel

Tito dile, que yo soy la impresión más cabrona que tú has hecho

John Hollywood

Pinto

hey beggar

It's not that I don't have manners

It's that they always taught me not to stand in line anywhere

You do not understand me?

You got shot in the butt, things get complicated

It's going to mess you up if you try to jump the cuica

Mamabicho I have bitten you and the most that itches you

That when I ask "Who damaged the remix?"

They yell "Sica!"

What must be done so that they understand that I have the power

To crash everyone who fucks with the Cartel's baby

and White House

I come back and I repeat that I'm not stuck

To start with Sica and end with Juanka

Versatility doesn't bother me because nobody dances your songs

That's why they kicked you out of Rottweilas

Or because you stole the pick and the pal and the endo from Coscu

That's why he is always on the same note as Kendo

With insomnia

Go away, give complaints to the devil

These assholes from Miami bordering on San Antonio

The Champions, taking off without putting on the belt

Clean fish tank for your corner that the shark was released (Pusho)

The one who uncontrolls them with a 16

Take a tip if you want to play with me the NBA

First you have to break the vice, put on a serum

Or you stay all your life playing in the crabbers

so ugly

Boy go for the ride

Prince Royce, ask Romeo for his blessing

That you will always be my flat

And after this bachata

Sica goes back to construction and Juanka picks up the cans (Woh)

Attention

It still doesn't fit in your mind that I'm the Rookie of the Year

It's so difficult for them bastards

I am the one with the fresh word

The killer is lucia'

Before having a bracer, I said nothing

Why did teeth come out of the gums

and she sticks out

You can tell me that I have pales

They have been wearing a muzzle for 10 years but they are still the same

In this shit you don't go out, I have nothing more to say

You don't get to where I am, not even if you climb on a missile

In your company there is no cash, they are all emery

You signed for a chain and the street in 2000

But it's not your fault, it's Three Jeans's fault

For being puyando pa' that you climb to the ring

Juanka, you can front with 2 chains, 2 BM

And you're still the bugger from Las Vegas and JM

Singing, shoot Pusho, what are you waiting for?

(I'm going to shoot him, but if Pacho comes out talking)

The pretty one, now the whole world of the skinny guy is straightening up

While on the corner they shout "Sica, don't give up on me"

Hear me, we're not even in the second round

And so you wanted to test me

Hey me, you don't go out with me

rest in peace bastard

Another dead for the list

You made me waste time on a track

For this shit, you'd better have stayed as a chorus girl

Doubling the voices

Trying to sing since I was 12

It's already 2014 and still no one knows you

Tas' looking for friction, but you struck out without a strike

When people find out that you gave your mai'

I have evidence

Because you snore from Mr. Consistency

If you have never pasted a theme in your stock

They exhausted my patience, what happens to these deceased?

You do not have the caliber to deal with this matter

There's a lot of crazy rookies, motherfuckers, but here's the point

It's that they won't be able to knock me down even if they both throw me together

And they are not taking it out, if they are not going to use it then

That we do not catch them surrounding by the

This is from Carolina to Ponce

Rookie watch out Beyonce's Jay-Z came off (Pusho!)

Don't talk to me about an image that's already a bitch

Explain to people that you even sleep with a hat

To cover up the butt blows that have hurt you because you're a rogue

And in the fucking remix it was me who killed

Eat the starving cake like Chavo del Ocho

Shirts are 3X, pants are 28

What a joke, you are the ugliest thing that exists

I don't even know what the hell you were born for

Go crazy, call the Chapulín to rescue you

You played against the king and got yourself a checkmate

Don't get sensitive

After I give them this horrible barria

They will realize that I am invincible

listen to me, filthy

You have looked for a thousand excuses to throw me away

First you tell me that I steal your tones

Then you say that I want to test you to see if you are really tough

Until you dared to say

That you are the Rookie of the Year

look bastard

you have been trying

Because what he has been trying to sing, 10 years ago

Do you tell me that you are a rookie?

(LOL)

You are the oldest rookie in history bastard

Hey, I'm the rookie here

Mamabugs

I haven't even been in this for 8 months

And I have achieved triple what you have even dreamed of

You do not understand me

you wanted to prove me bastard

Look for pattern

Compensating for the efforts of others

suck this bug

you stayed 3 weeks

(Please Coscu, tell Pusho and Benny to put me on the remix, please)

Bastard, for Coscu we ride you

And now you throw us

you are a pig bastard

No one loves you, the whole world turns on you

They kicked you off Full Records for pork

You kept running from Wibal and Alex

They also kicked you out

Coscu picks you up and you betray him

For a chain and a very old unhappy street

What can you expect from a man

that he gave to his mother

hear me

And the other mangy dog, this

To the Cataño bug load

Nobody pays attention to you

you are unhappy

You have nowhere to drop dead

The one who creates your movie

It doesn't work either (lol)

It's me

pusho

The fuckin' Rookie of the Year

So that they understand

hear me

This is Casablanca Records

and the poster

Tito tell him that I am the most badass impression you have made

John Hollywood

I paint