(There's something for you, boy, open your mouth. If this is how you catch the wave, there's something for you in your language so that you can understand, if this is how you catch the wave, boy) Look boy
You don't pay attention to me
I spend the whole day scolding you
Turn off that device
It's making me desperate
That beggar music of dogs barking
You're not helping at home
You don't want to work
And you're not even good at studying (that's not even what you're good for)
You're no longer scolding
Everything bothers you
The music I listen to
The clothes I wear
Who I hang out with
What's what I do
It makes me feel like you want to see me as your slave
What do you think? decent views
I've always dreamed of it
And with those pants it seems like you're shitting
Now that your hair grows
And comb your hair decently
That's how your hair looks
br/>You look like a criminal
Nothing seems to you and you know nothing about fashion
Walking baldly is what's hot now
With my wango pants
Dark complexion
You are weak
I don't want you to hang out
With those wandajones
That bunch of lazy people who are all bald
Everyone making signs
Tattoo your hands
All people know
That they are remariwanos
(Son, don't you want to go with me to the ranch? Vamos pal rancho) (you dad are you crazy?)
Vamonos pal rancho
I don't wanna me haley
Vamonos pal rancho
I don't wanna me haley
Vamonos pal rancho
I don't wanna me haley
Vamonos pal rancho
I don't wanna me haley
Vamonos pal rancho
I don't wanna let's go to the ranch >I don't wanna me haley
This is where I was born
This is where I grew up
I don't want to go to Mexico because it's very boring
Atarantao boy
No you know what you're saying
Aya's your outskirts
Aya's your roots
You're already bothering us
You don't see that I'm playing
With that PlayStation you you spend webiniating
When I was your age
I was already sowing
Stop interrupting me
Don't you see that I'm winning
Now turn down your radio, I want to rest
br/>Very early tomorrow I have to work
That bunch of tight guys
I don't know what they're singing
Sometimes I even think they're scratching me
Everyone's chin is so good
With their gold chains
In the furrow I would like to
See them full of mud
Times have changed
That's what's combing
And what we are listening to is called rap table
I don't feel like it
I want a hamburger
That's not good for you
It's pure filth
Then I want pizza
Or a burrito hoe
Let's go to the ranch
I don't wanna nor the law
Let's go to the ranch
I don't wanna me haley
Let's go to the ranch
I don't wanna me haley br/>I don't wanna me haley
Let's go to the rancho
I don't wanna me haley
(Here nobody understands, nobody understands)
I'm already leaving to the rancho
I am very happy
Because here in this north it seems that I am painted
I am going to plant my land
To take care of the livestock
A donkey understands more
That 'this cool beggar

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