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Tumbando El Club (remix) (part. Neo Pistéa, C.R.O, Obiewanshot, Ysy A, Khea, Lucho SSJ, Coqeéin Montana, Marcianos Crew y Duki)

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Tumbando El Club (remix) (part. Neo Pistéa, C.R.O, Obiewanshot, Ysy A, Khea, Lucho SSJ, Coqeéin Montana, Marcianos Crew y Duki)

Y ahora todos tiran beef
Yo los vi, son más de dos
Pero eso no es trap, manito
Trap es mi negro en prisión

Trap no son tus putas
Trap es mi equipo tumbando el club
Tumbando el club, ey
Tumbando el club, ey

Tumbando el club, ey
Tumbando el club, ey
Ya saben todos, nos llevamo' el 2026

Tumbando el club, ey
Tumbando el club, ey
Trap no son tus putas
Trap es mi equipo tumbando el club (C.R.O)

Puta, entro escupiendo pura adrenalina
Vaciando tinta en la esquina
Garchando con la má' fina
Mirando mal al que mira
Tirándole al que me tira
Navego entre toa' la mierda
Negro, no quiero tu cima

Así que rap, perra, fresh, perra
Sé muy bien que me querés tener, perra
Tres perras me esperan
Creo que una era tu mujer, nigga

Next, nigga, ¿ves, nigga?
Tu grupo nunca lo va a valer, nigga
Mentiras te tiran
Mis putas ya saben como es, nigga

Tira beef, pero no dispara
No es un G, se le ve en la cara
Lo que tengo no son caramelo'
Por eso sabe que el precio nunca baja

Ahora estoy metido en el estudio (trabajando)
Planto en marzo, corto en junio (todo el año)
Con mi negro facturando
Tu puta enterada, quiere estar tumbando

Y yo no lo digo, lo dice la calle
Ando con la Barbie, mantenete escondido (la del silenciador)
Lo' tengo aprendiendo hasta cuando no escribo, así es como vivo (como vivo)
Como dice Nicky: La combi completa, la tengo tumbando el club (combi completa)
Entre el barrio y el alcohol (el barrio y el humo)

Wacho' sin nada que contar
Queriendo presumir
Papel de colore' y firma' de autogra'
Hasta ahora, tumbando no' fuimo'

My trapper' llevados, el doble del gear
My trappers and feats son la cara del siglo
Llegan al club lo' que odian dormir
Y el after del after se hace infinito

Tumbé la tableta en el tinto
Dejá la concheta en el limbo
Sin Lambo' y con una bebé de mi' brazo', de ningún pecado resisto
Mandé ubicación y me quiere encontrar
Cartucho' no' sobran para disparar
La promo' e' real, yo si no no le insisto
Un precio tan bajo, che, nunca había visto

Eh, anda la chapa con Tony
Distribucione' del west
Hacen que no pierdan on me
No hay tanto pa' lo de ayer

Qué, qué, qué
Actitud y estilo, que tumbamo' el club
Nada de eso e' tuyo, así que dámelo
Las ex 'e mi chico van a verme al show
¿Quién va a discutir que la jefa soy yo?

Eso e' lo que estaba viendo y no double cup
Yo creo que vigilando la Robocop
Está hablando de mi estilo, de mi tumbao'
Le puedo tumbá' la wacha que tiene al lao'

Qué lo qué, lo qué, lo que tiene e' miedo
La nena va a quedarse con su trofeo
Yo te lo avisé, y no me miren feo
Vo' viajando en tren y yo en un trineo

Ice, ice
Tengo resuelta la trampa
Bye, bye
Eso' negro' no son gangsta

Nice, nice
Terminó pidiendo basta
Mucho Fast and Furious, y meno' la mitad
Todo' ya se quedaron sin nafta

Y ahora todos tiran beef
Yo los vi, son más de dos
Pero eso no es trap, manito
Trap es mi negro en prisión

Trap no son tus putas
Trap es mi equipo tumbando el club
Tumbando el club, ey
Tumbando el club, ey

Tumbando el club, ey
Tumbando el club, ey
Ya saben todos, nos llevamo' el 2026

Tumbando el club, yeh
Tumbando el club, yeh
Ya saben todo', somo' lo' nene' pegao' en el game

Tumbando el club tamo', eh
Andamo' todo' rayao'
Tumba la casa, estamo', eh
Loco, luce' alborotao', yeah

Me sale ser blessed
Pese a quien le pese
Rompemo' lo' party, yeh (con los ojo' colorao')

Tumbando el club tamo', yeh
El cuello 'e hielo rosao'
Tumba la casa, tamo'
Mami, ese flow no e' copiao'

Tu puta en cuatro me dice pegao'
La anda buscando, tá' desesperao'
Tumbando el club tamo'
Nene, acá hoy no no' has encallao'

Yo escupo fame, no tengo una forty
Con cara tatuada, feel Duko y El Tony
Entrando a la disco con flow Al Capone
Si quieren el plug, no' tiran un callin'

Súbelo, baja lo que hay dentro como siempre
Préndelo y pásalo que ya son cuatro y veinte
Ando en el club, endemoniao' con mi' demente'
Con Tony Montana, padrino por referente

Y aunque ello' pregunten por mí
En la calle estoy clean, por mí ya no recen
Aunque con nada salí
Nací pobre, muero rich
No me importa a quien le pese

En 2016, yo tenía catorce
Mi' negro' tumbaban el club desde entonce'
Blessed de chico, de ustede' yo no sé
0-600, subime la' voce'

Fuck esas putas del trap
Sé que les tiembla para disparar
Lo suyo e' vender, lo nuestro e' robar
Free gordo valor, fuck Chapo Guzmán

Y yo qué sé, si no entiendo nada
Fumo pa' olvidar y no pensar nada
Mejor cállate y no me diga' nada
Wacho, no te zarpés, sé tus coordenada'

Lo' wacho' del barrio no consumen molly
Acá hay vino, pritty y rivotril
Si Gucci es tu santo, está' equivocado
Acá le rezamo' al Gauchito Gil

Mi cintita roja lista pa' la envidia
Por si me quiere frenar el civil
Me revisa, no me encuentra nada
Me río en su cara, ya la consumí, ey

Que sigo ganando
Que sigo rompiendo
Y partiendo tu club, club, club
Me mira eta' wacha, quiere otra cadena
Soy Héctor Lavoe, -voe, -voe

Siempre te regala, pero el bingo no
Sólo pa' lo mío yo te digo sí
Tamo' como nuevo', ¿no me ve', jamón?
Quiere que le firme con mi nombre a él

Que tamo' en el club, comiendo del club
Viviendo del club, club, club
Con lo' wacho' a full, con la wacha a full
Mirá toa' esta crew, -ew, na'

Ah, todo' me regalan pero quiero más
Siempre te lo dije: Voy sin trabajar
Ella no me quiere, no me importa na'
Viene' lo millone' pa' tumbar el club

Se va a la disco con un cadenón
Con cara de nada fumándome un blunt
Tu puta sabe quién soy
Sabe que vine a tumbar el club

No paro 'e mirarla, tiene un caderón
No me diga': Aguante el calentón
Su novio no es un matón
Para mí, que es un bobolón, che

Pasao' de ki como Goku
Con mucha weed, con do' cu'
Si preguntan, tengo el plug
Má' fácil que a-e-i-o-u (0-600 en el track)

Son la nota, la nota
Son la nota, la nota
Lo' mío' le venden a lo' que lo' tuyo' le compran
Pasao' de ki como Goku (no me extraña)

Con mucha weed, con do' cu' (do' culo')
Si preguntan, tengo el plug
Má' fácil que a-e-i-o-u (0-600 en el track)
Son la nota, la nota
Son la nota, la nota (Tony)
Lo' mío' le venden a lo' que lo' tuyo' le compran (sí, ey, sí, ¡Duko!)

Llegó el momento de decir la verdad
Tengo un par de hijos por toda la ciudad
Simón dice que te ponga a bailar
Así que mueve tu pull-up, pull-up, apriétale al clack

You bitch, ronrroneando en el medio
Mirá como sacude, se parece un salero
Please, southside, quítamelo del medio
Ya nos cargamos el año, evitensé un daño serio, que-

Están perseguido'
Me chupan la sangre, parecen vampiros
Dame dos disparos que tiro
Me chupan el flow, ya me tienen podrido

Estoy cómodo, esos no son trap, nigga, son homeboys
Trap no es tu puta girando como un trompo
Trap es mi negro ahí encerrado
Apuñalado con un pedazo de vidrio de un espejo roto

Y ahora todos tiran beef
Yo los vi, son más de dos
Pero eso no es trap, manito
Trap es mi negro en prisión

Trap no son tus putas
Trap es mi equipo tumbando el club
Tumbando el club, ey
Tumbando el club, ey

Tumbando el club, ey
Tumbando el club, ey
Ya saben todos, nos llevamo' el 2026

Tumbando el club, ey
Tumbando el club, ey
Trap no son tus putas
Trap es mi equipo tumbando el club

Knocking Down The Club (remix) (feat. Neo Pistéa, C.R.O, Obiewanshot, Ysy A, Khea, Lucho SSJ, Coqeéin Montana, Marcianos Crew and Duki)

And now everyone throws beef
I saw them, there are more than two
But that's not trap, buddy
Trap is my black man in prison

Trap is not your bitches
Trap is my team knocking down the club
Knocking down the club, hey
Knocking down the club, hey

Knocking down the club, hey
Knocking down the club, hey
Everyone knows, we're taking 2026

Knocking down the club, hey
Knocking down the club, hey
Trap is not your bitches
Trap is my team knocking down the club (C.R.O)

Bitch, I enter spitting pure adrenaline
Emptying ink on the corner
Fucking with the finest
Looking bad at those who look
Shooting at those who shoot at me
I navigate through all the shit
Black, I don't want your peak

So rap, bitch, fresh, bitch
I know well that you want to have me, bitch
Three bitches are waiting for me
I think one was your woman, nigga

Next, nigga, see, nigga?
Your group will never be worth it, nigga
Lies they throw at you
My bitches already know how it is, nigga

Throw beef, but don't shoot
He's not a G, you can see it on his face
What I have are not candies
That's why he knows the price never goes down

Now I'm in the studio (working)
I plant in March, cut in June (all year)
With my black man billing
Your bitch informed, wants to be knocking down

And I don't say it, the street says it
I walk with Barbie, stay hidden (the one with the silencer)
I have them learning even when I don't write, that's how I live (how I live)
As Nicky says: The whole crew, I have them knocking down the club (whole crew)
Between the neighborhood and the alcohol (the neighborhood and the smoke)

Wacho' with nothing to tell
Wanting to show off
Colored paper and autograph signatures
Until now, we haven't knocked down

My trappers taken, double the gear
My trappers and feats are the face of the century
They arrive at the club those who hate to sleep
And the after after becomes infinite

I knocked the tablet into the red wine
Leave the conch in limbo
Without Lambo' and with a baby in my arms, I resist no sin
I sent location and she wants to find me
Cartridges are not left over to shoot
The promo' is real, if not I don't insist
Such a low price, hey, I had never seen

Eh, go the plate with Tony
Distributions from the west
Make sure they don't lose on me
There's not so much for yesterday

What, what, what
Attitude and style, that we're knocking down the club
None of that is yours, so give it to me
My exes' boys are going to see me at the show
Who's going to argue that I'm the boss?

That's what I was seeing and not the double cup
I think watching Robocop
He's talking about my style, my swagger
I can knock down the girl he has next to him

What's up, what's up, what he's afraid of
The girl is going to keep her trophy
I warned you, and don't look at me weird
You're traveling by train and I'm on a sled

Ice, ice
I have the trap solved
Bye, bye
Those blacks are not gangsta

Nice, nice
He ended up asking for enough
A lot of Fast and Furious, and less than half
Everyone has run out of gas

And now everyone throws beef
I saw them, there are more than two
But that's not trap, buddy
Trap is my black man in prison

Trap is not your bitches
Trap is my team knocking down the club
Knocking down the club, hey
Knocking down the club, hey

Knocking down the club, hey
Knocking down the club, hey
Everyone knows, we're taking 2026

Knocking down the club, yeah
Knocking down the club, yeah
Everyone knows, we're the boys stuck in the game

Knocking down the club, we're, hey
We're all scratched
Knock down the house, we're, hey
Crazy, you look stirred up, yeah

I come out blessed
Despite who it bothers
We break the party, yeah (with red eyes)

Knocking down the club, we're, yeah
The neck is pink ice
Knock down the house, we're
Mami, that flow is not copied

Your bitch tells me to stick to her in four
She's looking for him, he's desperate
Knocking down the club, we're
Kid, here today we haven't run aground

I spit fame, I don't have a forty
With a tattooed face, feel Duko and El Tony
Entering the club with Al Capone flow
If they want the plug, they don't throw a callin'

Raise it, lower what's inside as always
Turn it on and pass it, it's already four twenty
I'm in the club, demonized with my demented
With Tony Montana, godfather as a reference

And even if they ask about me
I'm clean on the street, don't pray for me anymore
Although with nothing I left
I was born poor, I die rich
I don't care who bothers

In 2016, I was fourteen
My blacks were knocking down the club since then
Blessed as a kid, I don't know about you
0-600, raise my voice

Fuck those trap bitches
I know they tremble to shoot
Yours is to sell, ours is to steal
Free fat value, fuck Chapo Guzmán

And what do I know, if I don't understand anything
I smoke to forget and not think about anything
Better shut up and don't tell me anything
Wacho, don't get carried away, know your coordinates

The guys from the neighborhood don't consume molly
Here there's wine, pritty and rivotril
If Gucci is your saint, you're wrong
Here we pray to Gauchito Gil

My red ribbon ready for envy
In case they want to stop me civilly
He checks me, doesn't find anything
I laugh in his face, I already consumed it, hey

That I keep winning
That I keep breaking
And breaking your club, club, club
This girl looks at me, wants another chain
I'm Héctor Lavoe, -voe, -voe

She always gives you gifts, but bingo doesn't
Only for mine I say yes
We're like new, don't you see me, ham?
He wants me to sign with my name to him

We're in the club, eating from the club
Living from the club, club, club
With the boys in full, with the girl in full
Look at all this crew, -ew, na'

Ah, everyone gives me gifts but I want more
I always told you: I go without working
She doesn't want me, I don't care
The millions are coming to knock down the club

He goes to the club with a big chain
With a face of nothing smoking a blunt
Your bitch knows who I am
She knows I came to knock down the club

I can't stop looking at her, she has a big ass
Don't tell me: Hold on to the heat
Her boyfriend is not a killer
For me, he's a fool, hey

Passed out like Goku
With a lot of weed, with two asses
If they ask, I have the plug
Easier than a-e-i-o-u (0-600 on the track)
They are the note, the note
They are the note, the note
Mine sell to those yours buy
Passed out like Goku (I'm not surprised)

With a lot of weed, with two asses (two asses)
If they ask, I have the plug
Easier than a-e-i-o-u (0-600 on the track)
They are the note, the note
They are the note, the note (Tony)
Mine sell to those yours buy (yes, hey, yes, Duko!)

The time has come to tell the truth
I have a couple of kids all over the city
Simón says to make you dance
So move your pull-up, pull-up, squeeze the clack

You bitch, purring in the middle
Look how she shakes, she looks like a salt shaker
Please, southside, get it out of the way
We've already loaded the year, avoid serious damage, that-

They're being chased
They suck my blood, they look like vampires
Give me two shots that I shoot
They suck my flow, they already have me sick
I'm comfortable, those are not trap, nigga, they are homeboys
Trap is not your bitch spinning like a top
Trap is my black man there locked up
Stabbed with a piece of glass from a broken mirror

And now everyone throws beef
I saw them, there are more than two
But that's not trap, buddy
Trap is my black man in prison

Trap is not your bitches
Trap is my team knocking down the club
Knocking down the club, hey
Knocking down the club, hey

Knocking down the club, hey
Knocking down the club, hey
Everyone knows, we're taking 2026

Knocking down the club, hey
Knocking down the club, hey
Trap is not your bitches
Trap is my team knocking down the club

Composição: Fernando Eduardo José Torillino / Federico Ferrer / Neo Pistéa / Mike Southside / Tomas Manuel Campos. Essa informação está errada? Nos avise.

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