I go to the kitchen, then to the dining room
I look at the magazines and the television
I move here, I move there
Norma Plá Cavallo has to kill
They come to me with chorizo u200bu200bbut it will arrive
Let them cook Cavallo's mother and father
Or the children, if he has his friend the president
Don't even give him the teeth
Because Menem, because Menem, because Menem earns it
And let's not talk about nonsense if they are all traffickers
And if not the system that and if not the system that
Don't tell me that they support themselves with the money of the poor
That only serves to maintain a few
They trade, they sell
And it is just a figurine the one with the president is there
Because if AlfonsÃÂn was there, the one selling is another idiot
They are all drug traffickers, and bad ones
And if they catch you with a gram later That they put it on you
The police are coming, you will surely go to prison
And so the balance goes up, the price also goes up ©revenge rises, and now it goes ÃÂAnd now what?
They are all Narcos, and the president
He is the guy who keeps our people calmer
Silver arrives from the washing
as long as the north does not send Palos
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They are going to want to buy it
With speeches, if it doesn't work out for them
They are capable of giving it shares of the big merchants
That doesn't matter, because The Dog is leaving another Little Dog
That He puts his finger in this system's little ass and how it bleeds
And it's not the ass, but rather it bleeds and writhes
It's the big ass of this world, goodbye the wall , Stalinist!
The shitty democrats and the pacifist linings
All drug traffickers, they are all drug traffickers
They are all drug traffickers, they transmit you by chain
They are chaos, they paranoid, they They persecute you if you are a whore
They persecute you if you are poor, they persecute you if you smoke, if you drink, if you sell
If you buy a poor thing that You make it to eat
ÃNow what do we have left? Election or reelection
For me it's the same shit. Sons of bitches!
In Congress, sons of bitches in La Rosada
And in all the ministries they are falling sons of bitches
Let them kick you with shit
Because in the jungle, shots are heard
And they are the weapons of the poor, they are the screams of the Latino
Because they have the power and they will lose
Because in the jungle, shots are heard
And they are the weapons of the poor, they are the screams of the Latino