Ey
Dímelo, Jhota
Dímelo, Cano
Dímelo, Cano
Esto es el Jhota
Okey
MB on the—
Son dos locos (Son dos locos)
Que a la buena sí cumple con su palabra (Su palabra)
Y a las malas tiran balas a la cara (A la cara; jaja)
No queremos comentarios ni miradas
Los chivatos, los pucabas
Locos
Que a la buena sí cumple con su palabra (Su palabra)
Y a las malas tiran balas a la cara (Jaja)
No queremos comentarios ni miradas
Los chivatos, los pucabas
Estamos cuerdo’ con los de siempre pa’ la avería
El punto, las consecuencias las pagarías
No bulto, no comisario, no policía
No queremos chivatos, de ninguno se confía
Aquí nadie se fía, ni se llama policía
Estoy sonando duro porque ahora estoy en la mía
Dije que iba pa’ arriba pero en mí nadie creía
Y ahora me piden fotos los que de mí se reían
Coches caros, de billetes a fajos
De gramo a kilogramo, está sonando El Barrio
Coches caros, de billetes a fajos
De gramo a kilogramo, está sonando El Barrio
Coches caros, de billetes a fajos
De gramo a kilogramo, está sonando El Barrio
Coches caros, de billetes a fajos
De gramo a kilogramo, está sonando El Barrio
Son dos locos (Son dos locos)
Que a la buena sí cumple con su palabra (Su palabra)
Y a las malas tiran balas a la cara (A la cara)
No queremos comentarios ni miradas
Los chivatos, los pucabas
Locos
Que a la buena sí cumple con su palabra (Su palabra)
Y a las malas tiran balas a la cara (A la cara)
No queremos comentarios ni miradas
Los chivatos, los pucabas
Escribo pa’ la calle, no te voy a dar detalles
Cuatro letras que tiene, dos locos que la valen (Leal)
Por mucho que ellos quieran ya no hay nadie que me iguale
Si tú no vas pa’ arriba e’ porque en esto tú no vales
Los obreros, los traficantes, los bandoleros
Los cuentos ya no se cuentan, son verdaderos
Aumenta la delincuencia como el dinero
Los niños ya no juegan, solo llenan maleteros
Coches caros, de billetes a fajos
De gramo a kilogramo, está sonando El Barrio
Coches caros, de billetes a fajos
De gramo a kilogramo, está sonando El Barrio
Coches caros, de billetes a fajos
De gramo a kilogramo, está sonando El Barrio
Coches caros, de billetes a fajos
De gramo a kilogramo, está sonando El Barrio
Son dos locos (Son dos locos)
Que a la buena sí cumple con su palabra (Su palabra)
Y a las malas tiran balas a la cara (A la cara)
No queremos comentarios ni miradas
Los chivatos, los pucabas
Locos
Que a la buena sí cumple con su palabra (Su palabra)
Y a las malas tiran balas a la cara (A la cara)
No queremos comentarios ni miradas
Los chivatos, los pucabas
Ey, son dos locos
Dímelo, Jhota
Dímelo, Cano
De Vallecas
MB Beats en el beat
Pa’ arriba
To’ se queda en Madrid
Jajaja
Una más
El Jhota con el Cano
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Dos Locos Lyrics English
Ey
Tell me, Jhota.
Tell me, Cano
Tell me, Cano
This is the jhota
OKEY.
MB on the-
They are two crazy (they are two crazy)
That the good yes he fulfills the word of her (his word of her)
And the bad ones throw bullets to the face (to the face; haha)
We do not want comments or looks
The chivatos, the paulbas
Crazy
That the good yes he fulfills the word of her (his word of her)
And the bad ones pull bullets to the face (haha)
We do not want comments or looks
The chivatos, the paulbas
We are sane ‘with the always pa’ the breakdown
The point, the consequences you would pay for them
No bulge, not commissar, no police
We do not want chivatos, from none trust
Here nobody is FIA, nor is it called a police
I’m ringing hard because now I’m in mine
I said that I was going to up but in me nobody believed
And now they ask me photos that of me laughed
Expensive cars, from tickets to fajos
From gram to Kilogram, the neighborhood is ringing
Expensive cars, from tickets to fajos
From gram to Kilogram, the neighborhood is ringing
Expensive cars, from tickets to fajos
From gram to Kilogram, the neighborhood is ringing
Expensive cars, from tickets to fajos
From gram to Kilogram, the neighborhood is ringing
They are two crazy (they are two crazy)
That the good yes he meets the word (his word of him)
And the bad ones throw bullets to the face (to face)
We do not want comments or looks
The chivatos, the paulbas
Crazy
That the good yes he meets the word (his word of him)
And the bad ones throw bullets to the face (to face)
We do not want comments or looks
The chivatos, the paulbas
I write for the street, I will not give you details
Four letters you have, two crazy ones that are worth it (loyal)
No matter how much they want there is no one that equals me
If you do not go to the above and ‘because in this you are not worth
The workers, the traffickers, the bandits
The stories are no longer counted, they are true
Increase crime as money
Children no longer play, they only fill maleteros
Expensive cars, from tickets to fajos
From gram to Kilogram, the neighborhood is ringing
Expensive cars, from tickets to fajos
From gram to Kilogram, the neighborhood is ringing
Expensive cars, from tickets to fajos
From gram to Kilogram, the neighborhood is ringing
Expensive cars, from tickets to fajos
From gram to Kilogram, the neighborhood is ringing
They are two crazy (they are two crazy)
That the good yes he meets the word (his word of him)
And the bad ones throw bullets to the face (to face)
We do not want comments or looks
The chivatos, the paulbas
Crazy
That the good yes he fulfills his word (his word)
And the bad ones throw bullets to the face (to face)
We do not want comments or looks
The chivatos, the paulbas
Hey, they are two crazy
Tell me, Jhota.
Tell me, Cano
Of Vallecas.
MB Beats in the Beat
Up
To ‘stays in Madrid
Ha ha ha
One more
The Jhota with the canoe
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El Jhota & Cano Lyrics – Dos Locos