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Description
Producer: Yama Make Them Bounce
Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer: Darling “Jamz” Hernandez
Surround Mixing Engineer: Peter A. Barker
Lyrics and translation
Original
¡Navidad, chorre, cabroneeees!
Oye, ere' cabrón.
Oye, dime Yama, hijueputa.
Ere' cabrón, está enchilando, está enchilando.
Mira, oye, tengo una puta, un AK, un Draco, los kilos están bellacos, bellacos. En los puntos lo sé yo, mi abue lo saco, yo lo saco.
Tú dime el número, los cuadros están baratos, están baratos. Si me traicionas, me la hago como Pilato.
Louis Vuitton, Gucci, compra, hasta tu perra te la compro, te la compro.
Yo llego al mall, hijueputa, y to' lo compro. Ese totito está dulce como las Trombol.
Yo jocio más que Jordan en estas Concol.
Hijueputa, las pacas de cien encima de más pacas, las putas quieren bicho, esas cabronas están tecatas.
Tengo los bolsillos gordos gracias a todas estas flacas, en la granja le estamos metiendo más burros que vacas.
Depósito en el banco, un millón, miro mi cuenta, me compré dos casas, tres palos y la cuarenta.
Yo me meto pa' tu canto, cabrón, ¿no te das cuenta? Te vamos a dar un viaje, huele bicho y no es por Delta. Ice
Ice, tengo mi glow, mira mi pieza. Más ice, mira mi prenda cómo pesa.
¿Quieres cuántos gramos? Gordo, dame la pesa. Me voy a pintar el alma, que en paz descanse
Yesa. Hijueputa, tú no tienes los cojones que yo tengo. Los chavos, la L, la Endo.
Cin-cinco doce punto treinta, si me pides, te las vendo.
Un-un amoé explota, nombre to' mis muertos.
Ice Ice, tengo mi glow, mira mi pie-pie-pie-pie-, más ice, mira mi pre-pre-pre-prenda. ¿Quieres cuántos gramos? ¿Quie-quieres cuántos gramos?
Mira -mi pieza.
-Los tiradores, paso de running, casi todos los shootings saliendo en YouTube.
Los opps ahora son seguidores, fue que le llenamos la casa de flores.
En lo stoling con los tambores, la perco la usamos pa' prender misiones.
Usan esquema pa' todos los flows y nosotros pa' prender los bloques. Seguimos activos en el polo y tema trending lo tropical.
El menor lo se ve soltando y está loco por salir a tirar.
No me llamen dizque pa' prender, mejor prendan y después me llaman.
Quédate en el piso, gordo, sin te paras, vaciale al otro, písale en su cara. Ocho palos con el lean, tu gente nos manda en el pin.
Vio el celaje, vio su pin, arma goza la Louis V.
Desarmamos la Louis V, en la torre y no en París. Te tiramos la nariz, lo matamos de raíz.
La doña es creadora dentro del carro, yo estaba a punto de pillarte en carro.
Tú tienes una suerte del diablo, te salvaste de ser mal rato.
Un par de perras están en la cocina que quieren que las detone, no quieren andar con ustedes, porque saben que ellas se la ponen.
Tú no eres un matón, tú eres un farsante.
La ganga hablando de ese rank, el cagadote lleno de diamantes, en la cámara salen los tiros brillantes.
De hacer las cadenas con los del punto, ella me llamó que quiere hacerse el culo, que quiere que la rompa yo, porque yo soy el que se la suda.
Ocho palos con el lean, tu gente nos manda en el pin. Traje, vio su pin, arma goza la Louis V.
Desarmamos la Louis V, en la torre y no en París. Te tiramos la nariz, lo matamos de. . .
Eso es, eso es. Eso, papito, hijueputa, la francotiro vale más que tu gata.
Los rifles míos valen más que tu gata, cabrón. ¡Sopame!
English translation
Christmas, squirt, bastards!
Hey, you're a bastard.
Hey, tell me Yama, son of a bitch.
Ere' bastard, he's enchilando, he's enchilando.
Look, hey, I have a whore, an AK, a Draco, the kilos are scoundrels, scoundrels. I know about the points, my grandpa takes it out, I take it out.
You tell me the number, the paintings are cheap, they are cheap. If you betray me, I'll act like Pilate.
Louis Vuitton, Gucci, buy, I'll even buy your dog, I'll buy it for you.
I get to the mall, son of a bitch, and I buy everything. That totito is sweet as Trombol.
I play more than Jordan in these Concol.
Son of a bitch, the bales of a hundred on top of more bales, the whores want bugs, those bitches are stupid.
I have deep pockets thanks to all these skinny girls, on the farm we are adding more donkeys than cows.
I deposited a million in the bank, I looked at my account, I bought two houses, three palos and forty.
I get involved in your song, bastard, don't you realize? We're going to give you a trip, it smells bad and it's not because of Delta. Ice
Ice, I have my glow, look at my piece. More ice, look how my garment weighs.
Do you want how many grams? Gordo, give me the weight. I'm going to paint my soul, may it rest in peace
Yesa. Son of a bitch, you don't have the balls that I have. The kids, the L, the Endo.
Five-five twelve point thirty, if you ask me, I'll sell them to you.
A-a master explodes, name all my dead.
Ice Ice, I have my glow, look at my foot-foot-foot-foot, more ice, look at my pre-pre-pre-garment. Do you want how many grams? Who-do you want how many grams?
Look - my piece.
-The shooters, running pace, almost all the shootings appearing on YouTube.
The opps are now followers, it was because we filled the house with flowers.
When it comes to stoling with the drums, we use the perco to start missions.
They use a scheme for all the flows and we use it to turn on the blocks. We are still active in polo and trending tropical themes.
The youngest can be seen letting go and is crazy about going out to shoot.
Don't call me, supposedly to turn on, it's better to turn on and then call me.
Stay on the floor, fat man, without stopping, empty the other person, step on his face. Eight sticks with the lean, your people send us in the pin.
He saw the sky, he saw his pin, the weapon the Louis V enjoys.
We dismantled the Louis V, in the tower and not in Paris. We pull your nose, we kill it in the bud.
The lady is a creator in the car, I was about to catch you in the car.
You have the devil's luck, you were saved from being a bad time.
A couple of bitches are in the kitchen who want you to detonate them, they don't want to hang out with you, because they know that they detonate them.
You are not a bully, you are a fake.
The bargain talking about that rank, the shit full of diamonds, the brilliant shots come out on the camera.
From making the chains with the knitters, she called me that she wants to get in the ass, that she wants me to break it, because I'm the one who gives her shit.
Eight sticks with the lean, your people send us in the pin. Suit, saw his pin, weapon enjoys the Louis V.
We dismantled the Louis V, in the tower and not in Paris. We pull your nose, we kill it. . .
That's it, that's it. That, daddy, son of a bitch, the sniper is worth more than your cat.
My rifles are worth more than your cat, bastard. Sopame!