Dale Suena (feat. Baby Young) - Elicer

Yeh Suena, suena el boom bap que me condena Suena, suena Retumba y suena Este ritmo que me encadena El rap conduce y en mi auricular suena Suena, suena el boom bap que me condena Suena, suena Retumba y suena Este ritmo que me encadena El rap conduce y en mi auricular suena Moriré de soledad sin ser poeta Recuerdo las primeras retas Las primeras letras Hoy siguen siendo imperfectas Cómo esté cuerpo, Cómo tus tetas 2hs no se escribe Con Z Neta no hay receta Solo un par de metas Hacerme bueno en esto y Luego Hacerlo tan jodidamente bueno el resto Hermosos momentos he vivido contigo, Sin ti, conmigo Tú eres testigo, Pero siempre quiero más Jamás consumido Me juzgas, me criticas Búscate una propia vida Y déjame vivir la mía Sé que me tienes envidia por hacer Algo de lo que tú nunca te atreviste He visto que vistes Vestidos tristes Y nunca supiste que es satisfacción propia Hacer esto hoy en día Aunque el nombre en el cartel ni siquiera aparecía Wooh woohh woohh Suena, suena el boom bap que me condena Suena, suena Retumba y suena Este ritmo que me encadena El rap conduce y en mi auricular suena Suena, suena el boom bap que me condena Suena, suena Retumba y suena Este ritmo que me encadena El rap conduce y en mi auricular suena Moriré de soledad sin ser poeta Ye, ye, ye oh yeah (...) ahhh De qué sirve hacer canciones Mueren emociones, reacciones efímeras No hay donde cantarlas Vacías demasiadas salas El nombre no reluce Y las luces se apagan El rap conduce Estoy solo y el micro Me seduce He salido de mi sitio Por qué no hay sitio aquí A veces me pierdo No sé si seguir Sí me mentí No te ha pasado que de pronto todo que da vueltas Y sí sueltas un poco la cuerda Pareciera Que todo llega a su fin Ayer me Levante con el ánimo Hasta el cielo Hoy siento que nada tengo Mañana es un misterio Tal vez la rutina me mate en serio Y lo único que tengo que perder es el sueño Ye, Es el sueño Suena, suena el boom bap que me condena Suena, suena Retumba y suena Este ritmo que me encadena El rap conduce y en mi auricular suena Suena, suena el boom bap que me condena Suena, suena Retumba y suena Este ritmo que me encadena El rap conduce y en mi auricular suena Moriré de soledad sin ser poeta Suena, suena, retumba y suena 2hs esta en el micro, checalo Checate este ritmo Yeah, checate este ritmo

Dale, Don, dale Pa' que se muevan la yales Pa' activar los anormales Y al que se resbale Boster dale, dale Dale, Don, dale Pa' que se muevan la yales Pa' activar los anormales Y al que se resbale (Boster, dale!) Yo la cogo maquina Pa' pillarla en una esquina Como ron, que fina Tremenda asesina Se peina y se guilla Se viste y se maquilla Traquila, chiquilla O te siento en mi silla Hoy tu vas a ser mia El Don te desafia Segura en mi via Cuidao si te tira Y si tu novio se activa Yo activo la guerilla Y si el Boster te lo pilla No le va a dar ni cosquilla Dale Dale, Don, dale Pa' que se muevan la yales Pa' activar los anormales Y al que se resbale Boster dale, dale Dale, Don, dale Pa' que se muevan la yales Pa' activar los anormales Y al que se resbale (Boster, dale!) Me dicen, mami, que esta noche tu estas algarete (Dale, papi, que estoy suelta como gabete!) Te andan cazando el Boster y los mozalbetes (Que se tiren, que estoy suelta como gabete!) Hay una fila de charlatanes pa' darte fuete (Que se alisten, que estoy suelta como gabete!) Entonces tirate bien suelta, como gabete (Dale, Omar, que estoy suelta como gabete!)X2 Yo soy su gato Ella es mi gata en celos Quiere buscar rebuleo del bueno Quiere fingir que no les gusta el blin-blineo Y cuando canto hasta abajo con mi perreo Por ahi andan su novio en un fantasmeo Me esta que esta noche va haber un tiroteo Diles que yo ando con mi gato en el patrulleo (Y al que se lamba, jurao me lo llevo!) Dale Dale, Don, dale Pa' que se muevan la yales Pa' activar los anormales Y al que se resbale Boster dale, dale Dale, Don, dale Pa' que se muevan la yales Pa' activar los anormales Y al que se resbale (Looney Tunes, dale!) Me dicen, mami, que esta noche tu estas algarete (Dale, papi, que estoy suelta como gabete!) Te andan cazando el Boster y los mozalbetes (Que se tiren, que estoy suelta como gabete!) Hay una fila de charlatanes pa' darte fuete (Que se alisten, que estoy suelta como gabete!) Entonces tirate bien suelta, como gabete (Dale, Omar, que estoy suelta como gabete!)X2 Looney Tunes! Cheka! Y Noriega! M-V-P! No hay pa' nadie, pa'! No hay pa' nadie, pa'! Don! (Omar!)

I love my nigga next to me I got a rider who would die for me I fuck back and forth YSL I do this for Maze in the motherfuckin' trenches I go get it, I go get it My niggas gon' and get it I got some niggas comin' with me to the top and I'ma take 'em And I know them niggas hatin', but I'm waiting, I got patience I got bitches rollin' down on a nigga I go ride on a nigga I wanna ride all them niggas And I shade all my grizzy I go ride all them niggas I go ride all them niggas Go around all them niggas I go ride all them niggas on my way to the top I lost some homies, they got popped Couple homies they got shot (Tututu) I don't count it for a man I want that money and I ain't first And I ain't lost and I gon' get it and get it Fuck I leave it all adjustin' Bitches won't fuck my neck just they probably won't fuck my pocket That's why all you niggas watchin' Come try me, the option is only you nigga I don't get no money, fuck with true niggas I'm so stiff on y'all hoes Nigga know how I harsh and I get money on them hoes (Racks racks) I'm tryna accomplish my goals All these niggas bitches and I know it for sure I got different whips, I got cars galore I got different bitches, I got women galore All I know is money and I need me some more You know I ain't just talkin', they know this And I just popped that motherfucker, I show shit I'm already hood-rich, and I tryna go legit I need another way I'm tryna rap about this shit I got bitches rollin' down on a nigga I go ride on a nigga I wanna ride all them niggas And I shade all my grizzy I go ride all them niggas I go ride all them niggas Go around all them niggas I go ride all them niggas on my way to the top I lost some homies, they got fucked Couple homies they got shot (Tututu) I don't count it for a man Never had a job and never plan on getting one I came here they rowdy bitches know it's one on one Let's meet there, relax, I won Change from the Pentagon, next thing on her tongue 500 cash with me, that's why I got this bag on (Racks) I came from rags to riches, now tryna sell out the dome My bitches skinny dippin', they all got thongs on You ain't tryna get rich, you gotta gone gone gone I got my weed from Jamaica, Sean Paul Tryna be the reason niggas hating on all y'all Stayed down in this law, we get paid off Big homie taught me if it's a plug don't run off, ay Nigga stack a G like a Phillipean And we smokin' weed, drinkin' codeine (Drank it, drank it) And I got some M's I could buy Hardees (I could buy Hardees) And I got some water, you can't walk in these Turn the mansion to a club, let's have a party (let's have a party) And we got options, you can drink some Act, red or green? All this I drink got me tearin' up the fuckin' street I see the green nigga, I know CD I got bitches rollin' down on a nigga I go ride on a nigga I wanna ride all them niggas And I shade all my grizzy I go ride all them niggas I go ride all them niggas Go around all them niggas I go ride all them niggas on my way to the top I lost some homies, they got fucked Couple homies they got shot (Tututu) I don't count it for a man

I got money on my mind, I do whatever for it (it's Budda Beats) Human trafficking, they go from border to border I'm on a vacation, dive in the clearest water, ayy I stuffed two hundred ounces in a Pamper Oh that's your señorita? She goin' too Reebok classics, that's a hundred racks, ayy Reebok classics, that's a hundred racks, ayy Sean Jean jeans, hundred racks inside these Money old, got it colored like Monopoly She can't control me, baby got no lock on me Driveway got the foreigns in it I whipped up a 'Rari, caught lil' shawty off a backboard Peek out the window with that K like Malcolm X was I bless lil' shawty with all kinda bags, and you ain't gotta ask for it I drop some racks for it, ayy Pink slip to my auto, I paid cash for it Stand up in the motor, bust the dashboard Sippin' on codeine, I poured my last four Now a nigga want more, this the shit I asked for Pink slip to my auto, I paid cash for it Stand up in the motor, bust the dashboard Sippin' on codeine, I poured my last four Now a nigga want more, this the shit I asked for Sippin' on codeine, I got a problem I be with them gangsters and them robbers Have a nigga lookin' for who shot ya Probably in Jamaica with the Rastas I'm gon' get 'em in for the cheap And them bitches go for 23 I know that these niggas envy me And won't stop until I reach the T-O-P, I'm at the top I just went crazy again, I had your lady again Know she told you we was friends, but she ate the dick in the Benz She know I'm a real one, she smell it She do whatever I tell her She let me hit it whenever as long as I keep on necklace I ate that pussy for breakfast, yeah, yeah Diamonds on my neck, I got 'em frozen Water on my wrist came from the ocean Every nigga with me get them loads in Only with the bros who put them fours in Pink slip to my auto, I paid cash for it Stand up in the motor, bust the dashboard Sippin' on codeine, I poured my last four Now a nigga want more, this the shit I asked for Pink slip to my auto, I paid cash for it Stand up in the motor, bust the dashboard Sippin' on codeine, I poured my last four Now a nigga want more, this the shit I asked for This the type of shit I used to ask for Remember down bad, I had to ask for it Damn, I'm out of lean, I poured my last four Now my car say two hundred on dashboard I get that money for real, I get that paper for real, yeah yeah I get that money for real, I get that paper for real, yeah yeah All these diamonds on me got me shining When I made parole, that's perfect timing Range Rover look pregnant with the body Presidential tint so I can't see nobody Your bitch on my hitlist 'cause she's a hottie I know once I get in it I'm gon' ride it I get that money forever, we get that money together, dig that Bitches be walkin' up on me, niggas be actin' like groupies, get back Gettin' to the money since like this high Now I'm the big homie all on this side Pink slip to my auto, I paid cash for it Stand up in the motor, bust the dashboard Sippin' on codeine, I poured my last four Now a nigga want more, this the shit I asked for Pink slip to my auto, I paid cash for it Stand up in the motor, bust the dashboard Sippin' on codeine, I poured my last four Now a nigga want more, this the shit I asked for Yeah, yeah 4PF 4PF