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Don't even ask, you know who we are, we came to mess things up again
When Trueno sings, they raise their left arm, and their right arm at the same time.
To the right, to the left, to tus cuentos yo ya me los sé (pa)
This shit doesn't show on TV, we're the best, so what?
Everything's fine, but you're not my buddy.
TR1, el dire de tu peli, let's go
Some dream of being in my place
But there's only one Trueno, and that's never going to change.
One kiss for the haters, two kisses for the fans
Some come, some go, some of you are lost
This goes out to you and your clan
Since 2020 we don't know where they are (and if you don't know)
Don't even ask, you know who we are, we came to mess things up again
When Trueno sings, they raise their left arm, and their right arm at the same time.
To the right, to the left, to tus cuentos yo ya me los sé (pa)
This shit doesn't make it on TV, ha, ha, ha
And now they come in threes, they want to mess with us but they don't have the means.
I'm the one, I cut them down to ten.
We're going to find you, why are you hiding from me?
Mom, I got here because I didn't force it
You're not going to ask me, because I don't know.
I throw them all at once, you already know me
I don't change the route, I never bent the knee.
Directly from the La Boca neighborhood
I started in street and now we're at the top
Sounding mainstream, I'm hitting the hip hop, motherfucker
I've been obsessed with radio ever since I was a kid
And now we're going global with a solo track
Mom, now we're filling stadiums
Playing games like the president with the monetary funds, uh
Mom, I'm still the same, I don't change
Leaving the country, standing up for the neighborhood
Argentina is in the house, you son of a...
Don't even ask, you know who we are, we came to mess things up again
When Trueno sings, they raise their left arm, and their right arm at the same time.
To the right, to the left, to tus cuentos yo ya me los sé (pa, pa-pa-pa)
This shit doesn't show on TV (no, no), we're the best, so what?
And whoever doesn't dance is a policeman
And whoever doesn't dance is a policeman
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from going under
Standing on the front stoop, hanging out the window
Watching all the cars go by, roaring as the breezes blow
It's like a jungle sometimes, it's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me, standing, sta-sta-standing
Standing on the front stoop, hanging out the window
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