Well done, burn in hell you cunt.

Those little eyes that have me crazy and take me out of the real, just like the gallas (slang for troubles/fights) die natural You are so good that you inspire me to behave bad, your way of dressing your way of talking you are original Here in my barrio (neighborhood) you are the sensations It's like smoking without fear a Blunt with cherry flavor She thinks that I don't want her for real, she is going to send me to "throw" (to check/investigate) an eye and a half (slang for a deep check) How I ask God, that lets us be together the two of us in a night where only my voice is heard Mami please I want to see you modeling like a Miss But at the rhythm of Rap and haciéndo (doing) Striptease Give me a Kiss Baby, with you none competes, let me invite you to my house To stay the two of us stuck like if we were Stickers, and that the zamuros (vultures/haters) get pissed (get stung/jealous) The repique (ringing) of your cellphone is Liomar's song, I love it when you make yourself the tough one when I know you are my fan, let's fly.