Bajo y Batería Song Details:
Bajo y Batería Song Lyrics In English Translation
I Love It Haha
I Love
I Love
I Love To Let Them Run Free Across The Prairie
Make Them Feel Like They Have Their Whole Life
And When They’re Almost Reaching The Border
I Take Out The Wooden Pencil And I Blow The Header
I Am The Whip That Lacerates Your Skin
Of The Fucking Foreman In The Sugar Mill
I’m The Last Thing You’ll See Before You Die
The Roof Of The Hospital, The Face Of The Nurse
I Eat The Loin Of This Beef, The Ribs, I Eat Even The Skull
The Tail, The Neck, I Don’t Leave Anything On The Plate
Even Shakira Is Left Without A Hip’
I Come With The Ax In The Glove Compartment
Like Native American Pulling Out Hair’
I Put Them To Take Out The Flag Behind The Trench
While The Residents Chill In The Fridge
I’ve Swept Them So Much When It Comes To Rhyming
That Witches Don’t Have A Broom To Fly
Without Exaggerating
I Have Swept Them So Much That I Am Going To Have To Go To Another Solar System
The Mud Horizontal, Vertical, Even Perpendicular
No One In The Urban Genre Smiles With Me Anymore
Because His Teeth’ I Put Them On As A Necklace
Now A Row Of Losers’ Tries It
Looking For How To Pay Next Month’s Rent
Why Do I Mention Them Only Once?
And I Feed Them For A Month
These Tabs Get Wet With Drool Saying I’m Not A Rapper
But Nobody Wants To Fight Against The Second, Nor The Third, Nor Against The Fourth, Everyone Wants The First
You Give Me The Reason
In This Pantheon, Everyone Wants To Fight The Champion
They Do Not Even Reach The Fifth Step
Their Pants Fall Down Because My Belt Is Too Big For Them
Not Even In The First Thirty, Bastard
They Don’t Even Enter The Conversation With Sign Language
Not Even With The Death Penalty Do They Have A Good Execution
Not Even If They Beg Omar Do They Have The Gift
Today The Population Will Increase
Because I’m Going To Give Them Until The Condom Breaks
Now Without Further Interruption
Cosculluela, Here Is Your Mention So That I Pay The Pension
Every Day This Napkin Thug
He Closes His Little Eyes And Clenches His Fists
He Asks The Comets For A Wish
That One Day He Will Be Hunted By The Secret Police
He Would Like To Be The Most Sought After
Along With His Gang: “The White Panthers Of Humacao”
From His Porcelain Neighborhood
He’s Got Wet Dreams’ With Tony Montana
The Fantasy Of Him ‘With His Pistoles’
They Are Full Of Fairy Godmothers’, Duende’ And Dragone’
The Most I Like
It’s That He Believes That With His Warm Egg Look He Scares Us
He Thinks He Has People Intimidated
With Her Divorced Lady Face
As Much As He Rows, The Boat Sinks
He Wants To Be A Bichote And A Priest At The Same Time
The Friend Is Confused
Read The Bible, But He Hits His Wife For The Cocote
With His Invented Religion
He Hits A ‘Pregnant’ Woman
He Smashes Them To The Ground
No Matter How Much You Pray, Pigs Like You Don’t Go To Heaven
No One Believes You Anymore
Well, Only Those Who Write “Resident” With C
And A Couple Of Bloggers’
The More Reggaetonero, The More Nonsense
“Rhyming Fonalleda With Silk” I Have Been Told
And What Do I Rhyme It With? With “Ass”, Huelebicho?
I Have These Brutes With My Ass Since I Came Out In 2005
I Never Saw An Elephant Fly
Neither Did Maiky Backstage Do A Relevant Interview
They Are Frustrated Singers’ Who Never Arrived
They Talk About Cooking, But They Never Cooked
The Opinion Of These Lawyers Is Not Worth It
Nor That Of RéVol With His Wrinkled Testicle Face
Anyway, These Are The Ones Who Have Applauded You
And The Fans Of Balvin Who Are Still Hurt
Ok, Back To The Original Topic.
I Continue With The Chota Who Trusts The Judicial System
What Does He Say That Tego Doesn’t Give It To Me?
I Don’t Need Permission From Tego To Leave You At Christmas
Damn Charra
If I Knew’ What Tego Thinks Of You I Would Not Have’ Written That Bar
You’re The Only Asshole On The Label
That He Confessed That He Has Tasted Camel Piss
Poor Santa
The Bug And The Two Balls Of The Camel Crossed His Throat
While They Were Writing The Song
They Filled His Mouth With Piss And He Came To The Conclusion
The Man With The Hair Of The Ass On His Head
That The Piss Tasted Like My Beer
This Chop Gives Me Tenderness
I Answered Him And He Went Out To Make A T-Shirt’
Neither For Auction Nor For A Peseta
You Can’t Open A Croquette Kiosk
Your Career Is In A Coma With An Artificial Respirator
It Does Not Turn On Even With A Jumper Cable
It Doesn’t Light Up Even With A Hundred Bottles Of Mezcal
Perico Shooting Into The Air And Regional Music
It Does Not Light Even With An Aluminum Oven
Fucking You Is Like, Um, Ah, Fucking The Dominion
You Are Going To Be Great After I Bury You
The Day Benny Benni Can Pronounce The R
Rrr, Literal
Three Sad Tigers Eat Wheat In The Wheat Field
Yes The AK, Yes The Beretta, Yes The ***, Yes The Shotgun’
Tell ***** That The Resi Respects Him The Day He Learns To Write A Complete Sentence
Because I Am The Word That Penetrates Like A Meter
When My Bullets’ I Turn Them Into Letters’
I Break These Thugs More Than Alejandro’s Heart Broke
They Want To Fuck With What I Am And What I Was
Now I Bring You More War Than Juan Luis
With The Pencil I Shoot To Kill
When I Get Hostile I Raise The In The Profile
And They Tremble More Than Anitta’s Buttocks At The Brazilian Carnival
I’m Fucking Chernobyl
Like North Korea, Always With Your Finger On The Missile Button
I Kill Him And He Doesn’t See Her Coming
With The Lunch Knife As In The Youth
Because She Has No Skill, She Has No Skill
And It’s Dumber Than The First Of April
This Paper Thug Is So Gross
That Everyone Knows That “Inside” Is For Him, Except Him
He Throws Bars That He Himself Did Not Believe
What Haunts You Since He Came Out “In” Is Me
‘A Clueless Idealist’, That Punchline Left Me In Awe
Like A Farm Without Cattle
Like A War Without A Soldier’
Like A Steak Without Roast
Like A Future Without A Past
Like The Gauge I Calibrate, Very Creative
You Are Like A Bookstore Without A Book’
When I Name Trooko
Al Mueka’s Face Melts On His Shoulders’
This Overweight Weevil Is Very Lazy
He Has So Much Cheek That He No Longer Has An Eye ‘
His Ass Face Is A Play
He Opens His Mouth And It Looks Like He’s On Four
Another Who Thinks He’s A Commoner
I’m Going To Tear Off A Piece Of The Trunk Of The Bug To Give Him A Neck
This Can Get Violent, Physical
Even Though I’m Like The Pacific Ocean
The Country Sells Them, If They Agitate Me
We’ Give’ A Little Tour Around Villa Margarita
I, Accounts Settle, Trujillo Supports Me
Bryan And El ManíAco Watching Over My Back
I’ll Break The Little Thugs
They Don’t Even Arrive With Their Best Jump Because Trujillo Is Tall
I Never Shot, But I Always Wrote
I Am Not Street, But My Combo Is
I Dismantle You For Piece’
Prrum, If He Catches Me On The Street, You Lower Your Head
The Problem Isn’t That I’ve Been Rich Since I Was A Kid.
It’s Simple, I’ll Explain It To You
The Problem Is That A Cocky Guy Like Him
He Has Pretended To Be From A Neighborhood Where He Was Not Born
Dressing Up As A Thug Up To The Neck
And With His Music Motivating Him “To Kill Each Other”
Fronting And Kicking Like A Filly
Those Who End Up On The Street Is Because They Had No Other
But This Carousel Jockey
That He Grew Up Eating At A Table With A Tablecloth
While ‘The Neighborhood With Which He Borders Ate Paper
He Was With A Mouth Full Of Cake
Your Last Name Is Not From The Street, Dear
It’s As If The Montaners Started To Sing Narcocorrido’
It’s Like Kim Kardashian With Her Sister’
They Believe That They Are Part Of The Italian Mafia
I Summarize It:
It’s Like Someone From San Isidro, A Smoke Vendor Like No Other
Someone Who Never Lacked A Breakfast
It Was Believed That He Is From Villa 31
But This Golden Cradle Lamb
He Thinks He’s A Bull For Hitting His Ex-Wife Against The Toilet
That’s Why Your Deteriorating Career Rhymes
How “Dinosaur” Rhymes With “Meteor”
I Already Vented
Now I’m Going To Get Rid Of All The Throws, Now
I’m Not Going To Shoot Anyone Else
I Swear, I Promise, Now
It’s Over, Now, I’m Not Interested, Bastard’
Already! Already!
I Want To Be A Balladeer
I Want To Be A Balladeer Like, Like, Like Ricky Martin
I Want To Be A Balladeer
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