Good, town!
Here the 12 pupils are!
They were many the calls!
But 12 the chosen ones!
As saying that it is worthwhile to continue living!
Until it arrives us the it finishes dinner!
Take off your pa' to put on me
We will see here who is who
Then they don't say that it was not noticed
They are twelve that give for a hundred
Take off your pa' to put on me
We will see here who is who
Then they don't say that it was not noticed
They are twelve that give for a hundred
This is my season of Puerto Rican (he/she Ages!)
To those of the I toast distributing firewood
Throw pal lao' that is the shift of my discharge
Here there is not na' pa' you, neither pa' your long language
That you know your about liriquear and of throwing with flow
That you know your, your you don't know na', the one that knows here is me
To the buscones buscones I damage them their intentions
But it is worth that they are adjusted the pants well
They joined 12, and here this the but crazy of to's
Riddling, killing them
Dirty difficult with your I warp I throw myself
Speaking of monkey, the type sings with King Kong
You look at it fronteando of the but locario
The catch-bofeta' of the neighborhood
Styles copying, the but shell
A chota with papers speaking of you chewed
That it leaves them a ray, this comes savage
To my I am not turned off the turro neither the voltage
They leave in a trip, what comes is sabotage
I will be waiting for you when for my area you lower
I put him/her strongly pa' that the mommy shakes
I will see as frontean, perrean, and they sweat
Wicked of cardboard, I have opinion there is not doubt
Hopefully of the 12 it doesn't leave me any Judas
Take off your pa' to put on me
We will see here who is who
Then they don't say that it was not noticed
They are twelve that give for a hundred
Take off your pa' to put on me
We will see here who is who
Then they don't say that it was not noticed
They are twelve that give for a hundred
(That that that!)
Daddy Yankee injects them the lethal morphine
That he/she makes that they bleed for the wound
Play you the letters that the brisca has them me
Vamonos to million, melting the alley bombillon
I stop strong in the soneo
Defeating the key, the rumba with my sandungueo
Every time that I put this plantocon my attitude
Take off your that I am in this but that your
Take off your that I arrive the caballota
The dog, the goddess, the foal
The mommy that has the tumbao'
To the one that stops to the front I take it to me enredao'
Chilling for that the queen has the mambo and
Chilling, whenever I leave killing
if in Puerto Rico they already know it
I arrive the queen so of this you throw pa'ca
Blessed the one that listens this liriqueo
Take off your if you don't give the size, what there is is fire
(Pa' after!)
Then he/she doesn't say that it was not noticed
(Pa' after!)
Here the cod was distributed
I have Celia's sugar, and Tito's Bridge rumba
I compose as Tito, and I give sticks like Clemente
I don't sing of cora' I sing with the cora'
It was worthwhile so much delay
Take off your pa' to put on me
We will see here who is who
Then they don't say that it was not noticed
They are twelve that give for a hundred
Take off your pa' to put on me
We will see here who is who
Then they don't say that it was not noticed
They are twelve that give for a hundred
The same thing saw me in the clear thing as in the dark thing
And I swear you that without batteries I am the more than I last
Toditos _____________ one to one
They are many knuckles, I am a single knot
Look for you all the pliers that are necessary
They have a language and I have several
He/she feels my flow for where I happen
With a microphone, and 12 siblings in the same arm
Here I arrive Lennox with their season
Us to the other concern
To make good music is my obligation
Some sauce with reggaeton
Now I come without I specify
Loading this I surrender
And it is not necessary another I title
We Are the 12 Pupils
Look, my brother!
Let us take place that this town continues dancing,
sweating!
Existing like town inside a disk,
or in a residential one!
And that never, it rains or thunder, let us be
orphans of the conscience!
Today we are 12!
Tomorrow... we will be mile