Los Borachos Album Version (Explicit) E

Hey, hey. Orale, eh. Fucking Bad Boy in Frost, eh, fucking putos. They fucking owe me money from the last time, Those pinche vatos, It's act like you don't know That fool, dog. Five dollars and four pesos, And I want it back en puta, mien putos. Look at that vato's got the same shirt he Had on. These vatos got tab, madre What's fucking Shit? Is he getting on stage? Yeah. I want my money, ese, come here. Hey. Get the fuck off the stage. Orale. Hey, dog, for real. Come here, man. I ain't never coming to your Club if you don't get off that stage. No premiase. Yeah, I ain't playing. For real, if you want me to pay for The fucking bill, just get the fuck off the Stage. Playing, you playing. All right, fuck it. Give me mic, man. Fuck this bartender. Somebody tell him about my hot temper before I Pull my fucking-Hey, chill out, homes. Man, I'm too drunk to listen to you, Punk. I've only known you for two months, You poo butt. Hey, man, that hoe killed that Shit. Little bitch. You're tripping, dog. You're gonna spill that piss. Man, fuck it. I'm quick to run up on Some dumb shit. I left the round flying, the Motherfucking musket. ¿Qué? Man, you know what the fuck I mean. My pistol's in the body. Hey, shh, corta the beat, man. Pinche chavalas, cara de tortas, Talking all that masa, pero no me importa. Calmate, Bad Boy, before he calls the chota. Then they come search me, take away my mota. Los vatos, you know we live the vida loca. Los potes, tu eres pinche jotos. Mas me joden los Ay. Un poquito de su mai. Orale. Vienen a mi cantina y no me pagan Los hijos de su mai. No premiase. Yo soy el vato locoton and they Use me for hooks, but they never let me Write. Ay. Chilling, I'm always borracho. That's what I do every Friday. Um, yeah, yeah, yeah. Callate, stupid. Give me some tequila before I take your culo Out back and I kill you. You know los borrachos is acting bien cacho. Bad Boy's in the bano throwing up chicken nachos. ¿Dónde está mi pancho? Ese al rato. Hasta guachamos. Vamos pa' otro cantina. Vamos a ver las cochinás. Vamos a comer en la cocina. Man, there's everywhere. The hyna don't care. They always got fly D's, see those vatos over There. Our tutors is their killers. I think they put a pedo in those borrachos. They really don't care. No mames, güey. Este canción pa' todos los borrachos. Little bitch. I'm getting sick and tired of these pinche Borrachos. Come to mi cantina thinking they're Machos. Pepe, grab the mop so I can chicken Nachos. Se vacía, mamaquita, con my psycho zapatos. Cero pedo, eh. I hate these pinche vatos. Orale, vato loco Tonkin rap también. I give half, güey, pa' Mustafa.