I was born Orishas in the underground, hey if from cayo bone if your bare.
I was born Orishas in the underground, hey if from cayo bone if your bare.
I was born Orishas in the underground, hey if from It's a shame if your bare.
The business is not easy, there is little left to invent
To find the melody you have to be natural,
Always start from afar and sing like the first.
From those who are born with their grace, no one is going to take it away from them.
The Orishas do trust in what they always give you
Each one has his dilemma
Each crazy person with his theme
Chorus
Son of Chango I
I bring rhyme flow
I come with my son
Cayo tell him I
I leave rumba son with fonky fonky
Hand up crazy jumpy
Let's see if this hooks you , forbidden, neighborhood that I sing to you
With the niches at my side, those who do it
They are not improvised blacks,
Vedado, forbidden, be careful.
For those who say that the son has been stolen from me.
For those who say that son has been stolen from me.
Chorus
We feel happy to split you like a pencil.
You heard partner, you I turn this business upside down,
From 97 I come with a machete and that one who said that this takes.....
We will analyze that insult, that's why the perrucho got the way he got,
you know what I struggle day by day to put the Cuban identity,
To the flow that you wanted
No one is going to take it away from those who are born with their grace,
The Orishas do trust what they always give you
Each one with his dilemma
Each one with his theme
Chorus
With those who say they sing I want to sing, I request.
For those They say that the son has been stolen from me.
The soneros of my Cuba cannot be forgotten.
You see how good they are
There are but you see
In every plot of Cuba the son continues They are well grasped.
With those who say they sing, I want to sing, I request

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