Eh (ah, now yes, bro)

L-Ghent, dog, what e' what

Gonzalo Nawel, from Villa Argentina

Lo' lazy' 'e the corner

Zero weight' with the gile', the band that spends mile'

And the 'lazy' corner making noise to tune

This is so that they hesitate and that no one skates

O le ponemo' chick and that pa' lo' vago' parade

You know how this is, mate.

I put him without but', without fear, without fantasizing

That's why now I want the guacha' to give the perreo

That they move me the cup, we't a lot of smoke and botelleo

I've been seeing you for a while and I have it in my sights

That explosive tail I would like to eat it with a kiss'

Ha, I know I'm a daring

It's that there's no point in being tender to all that.

Friend e' cheese mouse and for that what I have is punishment

I'm going to give you as if you were my enemy

And pa' the gile' who want bondi with me

I grew up as a guacho between corchazo' and fact' delinquent'

I love the idea, learn and see

This e' flow villero, friend, of pure knowledge

Where they are born the 'better' by law in poverty

Wine and beer, cumbia, head to start the real tour

Now the return is handled by La Villa

Lo' cheto' todo' de rodilla' that the Taurus 'tá that shines

In bulb they are going to have to take this bitter drink

Because I arrive' I lazy them', tie your shoes well'

South zone at full speed, this is Villa Argentina

I am a necessary evil that honks'

And if the 'guacha' beat cantilla'

They passed the room, today we hit 'the tour

And until the sun comes up it doesn't end

Rhythm, substance and crap, I don't go into 'detail'

You know, street but elegant, with code 'suede'

False 'rocho', they ran out of lies

(ah, now yes, bro) L-Ghent, dog, what e' what (eh)

De G.R., dog

In the West

We 'walk' quiet', that the street I live'

We walk 24/7 on fire, in the blocks' at full speed

Lo' ñeri' in the corner having a beer

Cumbia 4:20 pa' to' los negro' head

Let's go with that

The 'pibitas sandungean of the feet' to the head

Bottles fill the table

And a 'very nice meat' that are not for the grill

I take it home and they hug me

They tell me, 'Dog, I'm going' to see what happens.'

Her boyfriend is calling her on WhatsApp

Nosotro' in the street knocking down the sheet metal

When he escapes with everything 'him' bandit'

We elope' dawn with my ñeri' fugitive'

'Tamos piola', active 'tamo', do not invent the movie

I hesitate for the county', the DDI investigates me

Because they saw a couple of kilos of mari out there

That we smoked with the band and they were hurt.'

By 'tar active'

Dog, I'm set for mine

No explanation needed

Calmly, we already know that they are re ghosts'

Nawelito, throw the alarm

That the ranch knocks down my attitude and my parla

And go get it

Bacaneo with those who move the branch

I have cat' coming from the Bahama'

And number in the Billboard, so quiet corduroy

It drives them crazy' my routine

That I am neighborhood, street, humble and do not raise my ego

Breaking a clandestine

I went on TV, on the radio and all 'the news'

But here I'm still in the corner

With mine', with the má'loale', with the most sincere'

Let the 'cheto' make the line

That this is cumbia 4:20, from the street pa' los negro'

Hey, I told you, dog

L-Ghent, dog, what e' what (L-Ghent, what e' what), eh

Gonzalo Nawel, compa, eh

Cumbia 4:20 pa' los negro', dog

Villa Argentina, General Rodriguez, dog

DT. Bilardo, Maxi El Brother (Bilardo is in the beat, oh)

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