Uno Dos Uno - Quilate, Hermano L, little pepe

Uno dos, uno, uno dos, uno

Engancho el miguiri-mic en el momento oportuno

Uno dos, u-u-uno dos tres

Yes!

We bless the mic, no stress

Lord, hey don’t, diguiri-don't stop

Booyaka now, everybody gonna rock

Now look inna the party

Pa, pa, bombo clap, tírate al suelo

Freestyle, la soltamo' al vuelo

Feeling guay cuando el humo es caramelo

Arriba en

Préndelo, dámelo, dámelo sincero

Ras, aquí no un rastrero

No quiero verte asomando el plumero, man

Tú tuviste que caer primero

Frío como enero when I enter the cypher

Now what I mean

Ojos de acero, corta el vuelo como Excaliburg

Único-co MC capaz de hacer ragga así

Top ten in the street, no hagas caso a magazines

Fuck fools, sleeping without industry

Boom biddy bye, never bye mi soul

Rich they die but never reach their goals

gonna get free, gonna get free, gonna get free, gonna get free, gonna get free

Smoke one two three

Gonna get free, gonna, gonna, gonna, gonna, gonna get free

Bla bla to my back pero luego nada delante de mí

Na-na, na-na, na, na, na-na

Oldies valen pa’na (Eh you)

Na-na, na-na, na, na, na-na

Follow me, family, hermanos y hermanas ¡Pra!

Uno dos, uno dos, uno

Little Pepe y Quilate llaman y raudo acudo

Uno dos, uno dos tres

Oh, yes, voy más lía'o que el guión de Falcon Crest

Uno dos, uno dos, uno

Trinco los micrófonos aun siendo un viejuno

Uno dos, uno dos tres

Oh, yes, siempre lo hago clean y lo hago fresh

Soy el veteran, si puedo doy la mano

Y no es que busque luchar con nadie

Deseo entera paz, ni cuarto ni mitad

Lo pongo guapo, voy al trapo sin que falle

Me pongo mi calzón, después mi pantalón

Y no me importa si cantar no es rentable

Te doy la pura acción, descarga vibración

Se minucioso y cuida’o con los detalles, oh yeah

Cuando lo valgo, pocos quedan que no bailan

Algunos me llaman Mister

No sé nada de tus mitos, es posible que se caigan

Cuando se acaba el acto, yo soy un humano más

Para los blancos o los negros o los grises o el de azul

Cualquier raza, credo, les deseo que vivan a full

El L es cool, sin por ello dejar de ser humilde

Sé de dónde vengo, sé para dónde hay que ir, ah

No me hace falta la farla, no me hace falta el speed, no

No me hace falta la ganjah, no me hace falta la weed, no

No me hacen falta los falsos, no me hace falta la envidia

Lo que esto necesita es menos teatro, parodia

No me valgo del odio para poder crecer, no

Eso más bien te va a hacer empequeñecer

El L calla, atina pilas, siempre apila rimas finas

Le proponen gran proyecto y pone lo mejor en él, yes

One two one one two one

I hook the miguiri-mic at the right moment

One two, u-u-one two three

And it is!

We bless the mic, no stress

Lord, hey don't, diguiri-don't stop

Booyaka now, everybody gonna rock

Now look in the party

Pa, pa, hype clap, drop to the ground

Freestyle, let's let it fly

Feeling cool when the smoke is caramel

up in

Turn it on, give it to me, give it to me sincere

Ras, not a creep here

I don't want to see you sticking out the duster, man

you had to fall first

Cold as January when I enter the cypher

Now what I mean

Eyes of steel, cut the flight like Excaliburg

Only-co MC able to do ragga like this

Top ten in the street, don't listen to magazines

Fuck fools, sleeping without industry

Boom biddy bye, never bye my soul

Rich they die but never reach their goals

gonna get free, gonna get free, gonna get free, gonna get free, gonna get free

smoke one two three

Gonna get free, gonna, gonna, gonna, gonna, gonna get free

Blah blah to my back but then nothing in front of me

Na-na, na-na, na, na, na-na

Oldies are worth pa'na (Eh you)

Na-na, na-na, na, na, na-na

Follow me, family, brothers and sisters Pra!

One two, one two, one

Little Pepe and Quilate call and I quickly come

One two, one two three

Oh yes, I'm messier than the Falcon Crest script

One two, one two, one

I snap the microphones even being an old man

One two, one two three

Oh yes, I always make it clean and I make it fresh

I am the veteran, if I can I shake hands

And it is not that I seek to fight with anyone

I wish complete peace, neither a quarter nor a half

I make it handsome, I go to the rag without fail

I put on my shorts, then my pants

And I don't care if singing isn't profitable

I give you the pure action, download vibration

Be meticulous and take care of the details, oh yeah

When I'm worth it, few remain who don't dance

Some call me Mister

I don't know about your myths, they might fall

When the act is over, I am one more human

For the whites or the blacks or the grays or the one in blue

Whatever race, creed, I wish you to live to the fullest

The L is cool, without ceasing to be humble

I know where I come from, I know where to go, ah

I don't need the farla, I don't need the speed, no

I don't need the ganjah, I don't need the weed, no

I don't need the fake ones, I don't need the envy

What this needs is less drama, parody

I don't use hate to grow, no

That will rather make you dwarf

The L is silent, hits batteries, always stacks fine rhymes

They propose a great project and he puts his best into it, yes