Cáscara - Voltio

Yo!

Nesty!

Estos tipos se creen que esto es broma!

Afuego!

El reggaeton!

Pa' que afinques, oiste?

Esa es la que hay!

Y que pajó ma

Y que pajó ma

Estos tipos se creen

Que esto es broma

Y que pajó ma

Y que pajó ma

Y Tu los vez como

Es que se desploman

Tu trankila yo ando

Con el cabo e goma

Pa los que tiran

Y nebulean en mi zona

Se ponen arisco

Cuando Voltio se asoma

El que me kiera pillar

Que se tire la maroma

No importa si no te sale

Pues yo vengo a la cañona

Si no te gusta

Pues que no te lo comas

Si tu no kieres que te jodan

No jodas con las personas

No amenazes

Mis cachucos no hablan tu idioma

Ave maria pero que envidia cabrona

Hablan del rey de roma pero no cuando se asoma

Tu me perdona, yo no ando en la mamona

Y haz buche y pluma, como las palomas

Yo soy asi, Enchapau a la antigua

Antes de tirarme, Primero averigua

Uno me nebulió, el otro se esbocó

Pero ninguno tiró, saben mas que las niguas

Mete mano ahora, que pajó consul

Vamo a darle con actitud

Aqui nadie tiene sangre azul

Sombras kieren asustarme, buu

Aunque tiren y hagan vodoo

Enrredandome en un chanchú

Muchos me kieren ver en ataúd

Juda y cáscara, eso eres tú

Y en kien tu crees que Voltio confia

Me desafia, luego pretende que me ria

Tu no me mires con la cara derretía

Anda Elías dejame probar la puntería

Cojer esas arpias y borrarle las estrias

Lo mio es rapidito, mi lirica es lucía

Lo que tengo es que sonarlo, Y se le kitan las manías

Estoy esperando que se den una lambía

Periko era zurdo, pero sabía lo que había

Veía pasar el tren todos los días

Pichó pa lo loko y no se quitó de la vía

Me lo llevé mala mía, See yah!

No soy barato, ni canto garabatos

Yo canto lo que vivo, no soy ningun pelagato

Yo hago esto, pa vacilar un rato

Y bocones como tú, en la raya los mato

Mete mano ahora, que pajó consul

Vamo a darle con actitud

Aqui nadie tiene sangre azul

Sombras kieren asustarme, buu

Aunque tiren y hagan vodoo

Enrredandome en un chanchú

Muchos me kieren ver en ataúd

Juda y cáscara, eso eres tú

Yo!

Julio Voltio

Nesty

Que es la que hay!

El Voltaje!

I!

Nesty!

These guys think this is a joke!

Fire!

Reggaeton!

Why settle down, did you hear?

That's the one!

And what a jerk

And what a jerk

These guys think

that this is a joke

And what a jerk

And what a jerk

And you see them as

It is that they collapse

You calm down I walk

With the cape and rubber

For those who shoot

And they fog in my zone

they get surly

When Voltio shows up

The one who wanted to catch me

Let the maroma be thrown

It doesn't matter if you don't get it

Well, I come to the canyon

If you do not like it

So don't eat it

If you don't want to be screwed

Don't fuck with people

don't threaten

My cachucos don't speak your language

Hail Mary but what an envy bitch

They talk about the king of Rome but not when he looks out

You forgive me, I'm not in the sucker

And make a crop and feather, like the pigeons

I am like that, old-fashioned Enchapau

Before throwing me away, first find out

One clouded me, the other outlined

But none shot, they know more than the chiggers

Put your hand now, what a straw consul

Let's hit it with attitude

No one here has blue blood

Shadows want to scare me, boo

Although they throw and make vodoo

Entangling myself in a chanchú

Many want to see me in a coffin

Juda and husk, that's you

And who do you think Voltio trusts?

He challenges me, then he pretends to make me laugh

You don't look at me with your face melted

Come on, Elías, let me try my aim

Take those harpies and erase the stretch marks

Mine is quick, my lyric is Lucia

What I have is to sound it, and his manias are removed

I'm waiting for a lambía

Periko he was left-handed, but he knew what he had

He watched the train go by every day

He pitched pa lo loko and did not get out of the way

I took it my bad, See yah!

I'm not cheap, nor do I sing doodles

I sing what I live, I'm not a jerk

I do this, to hesitate for a while

And mouths like you, I kill them on the line

Put your hand now, what a straw consul

Let's hit it with attitude

No one here has blue blood

Shadows want to scare me, boo

Although they throw and make vodoo

Entangling myself in a chanchú

Many want to see me in a coffin

Juda and husk, that's you

I!

Julius Volt

Nesty

What is there!

The Voltage!