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2:55trap latino, reggaeton, urbano latino, latin Album Cosa Nuestra: Capítulo 0 2025-09-26

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Description

The streets are playing theatre again – menacing masks, loud words, but behind it all lies a familiar irony: those who promise to be ‘maleante’ often stumble over their own pretensions in reality. Laughter rings out, bass beats pound, and it becomes clear: this performance is not about fear, but about drive.

There is heat, fire, and audacity, which is more titillating than frightening. The exchanges turn into a game, the threats into rhythmic shouts to the beat, and the street looks more like a huge dance floor than a battlefield. The exaggerations and pathos dissolve into perreo, and all that remains is that very energy that makes it impossible to sit still.

The music seems to whisper: ‘Yes, life is tough, but today it's not fists that decide everything, but steps in time.’ And there is truth in this - a fire that flares up not out of fear, but out of a desire to dance until morning.

Lyrics and translation

Original

Maleante, la gente dice que eres maleante. No eres maleante, na'.

Cuando sales de la calle a te conviertes en cobarde, esa es la verdad.

Maleante, la gente dice que eres maleante. No eres maleante, na'.

Cuando sales de la calle a te conviertes -en cobarde. -Hey, hey.

Si la sombra la usas, hay muchos que la línea cruzan. Pues si quieres llorar, ponte tusa.

Hay otros que del poder abusan, tú los ves huyendo por la USA.

Hey, esa gata ya no es tuya, ¿de qué se me acusa? ¿Cuál es la excusa?

De tenerla pegá' en la pared, caliente como una trufa.

Duro te voy a dar pa' que tu mente no me borre.

El bellaqueo contigo por la sangre me corre. Mami, no lo evitas, te doy fuego hasta romperlo. ¿Qué quieres hacer now?

Si sin miedo vamo' a cogerlo, bebé.

Yo te conozco bien, también sé muy bien lo que das. Mami, mami, mami, si te calientas, no te eches pa' atrás y deja que te devore.

-Tú vas a hacer que me enamore. -Que se callen, que no van a hacer nada.

Pueden buscarse un pistolazo en la cara. Dímelo, mami, si las cosas están raras.

Cambio de una y la chicharra se dispara. Todo voy a darte por esa parte.

Olvidarás el tiempo de tan solo pensarte. Todo voy a darte por esa parte.

Olvidarás el todo -tiempo de tan solo pensarte.

-Ellos no van a hacer nada, escúchame, -sigue bailando. -Uh, vete de legal.

Tú no vas a hacer nada, dóblate, sigue perreando.

Ellas saben bien con los que ando, estamos en el contrabando.

Ellas no van a hacer nada, ellas no van a hacer nada.

Ustedes no se pueden comparar con nosotros.

Sería una falta de respeto.

La voy a romper que rompiera el beat. Ultimito, sube el bajo, dale, sube el kit.

Baby, tú no pares y pon la canción en repeat, que esta noche es de perreo, to' el mundo por el fusil. Arriba los barrios y los caseríos, los reales, los míos. El

Tigre sigue rompiendo desde Desafío.

Que tú me estés ronqueando, papi, tú eres hijo mío. Y en el contrabando musical somos el poderío.

Se une Carolina, bella marca básica que desde los tiempos de la Civic con la movie en play.

Las hijas que maté nunca tocaron el rey. Sin pasar del peaje, tú sabes quién es el rey.

-Ultimatum Records, Rauw Alejandro. -La gata en la calle sin bajarle al sateo.

-Papi, rómpemela. Papi, rómpemela. -El dinero.

¿Quieres que la azote con este -perreo? -Papi, tú me tienes loca.

Tú estás bellqueando to' los que amen en el caldero.

-Rómpemela. Papi, rómpemela.

-Prepárame ese culo, mami, al rato yo te -hago. -Papi, tú me tienes loca.

-La gata en la calle. -Pom, pom, duro.

-La gata en la calle. -Pom, pom, pom, pom.

La gata en la calle. Venimos de contrabando.

-La gata en la calle. -Cosa Nuestra, Rauw Alejandro.

Papi, el capítulo cero.

Ustedes nunca serán como nosotros.

Tú eres loco.

La Champions League.

De contrabando.

English translation

Thug, people say you're a thug. You're not a thug, na'.

When you leave the street you become a coward, that's the truth.

Thug, people say you're a thug. You're not a thug, na'.

When you leave the street you become a coward. -Hey, hey.

If you use the shadow, there are many who cross the line. Well, if you want to cry, put on your clothes.

There are others who abuse power, you see them fleeing through the USA.

Hey, that cat is no longer yours, what am I accused of? What is the excuse?

Having it stuck to the wall, hot as a truffle.

I'm going to hit you hard so that your mind doesn't erase me.

The mischief with you runs through my blood. Mommy, don't avoid it, I'll give you fire until you break it. What do you want to do now?

Yes, without fear, let's take it, baby.

I know you well, I also know very well what you give. Mommy, mommy, mommy, if you get hot, don't stand back and let it devour you.

-You are going to make me fall in love. -Shut up, they're not going to do anything.

They can get a gunshot in the face. Tell me, mommy, if things are weird.

I change one and the buzzer goes off. I'm going to give you everything for that part.

You will forget the time just thinking about yourself. I'm going to give you everything for that part.

You will forget all-time just thinking about yourself.

"They're not going to do anything, listen to me," he continues dancing. -Uh, go legal.

You're not going to do anything, bend over, keep twerking.

They know well who I'm with, we're in smuggling.

They are not going to do anything, they are not going to do anything.

You can't compare to us.

It would be disrespectful.

I'm going to break it to break the beat. Ultimito, turn up the bass, come on, turn up the kit.

Baby, don't stop and put the song on repeat, tonight is for playing, all the world for the rifle. Upstairs the neighborhoods and the hamlets, the real ones, mine. The

Tigre continues breaking since Desafío.

That you are snoring at me, daddy, you are my son. And in musical smuggling we are the power.

Carolina joins us, a beautiful basic brand that since the days of the Civic with the movie on play.

The daughters I killed never touched the king. Without passing the toll, you know who the king is.

-Ultimatum Records, Rauw Alejandro. -The cat in the street without lowering the sateo.

-Daddy, break it for me. Daddy, break it for me. -The money.

Do you want me to spank her with this twerking? -Daddy, you drive me crazy.

You are ringing all those who love in the cauldron.

-Break it. Daddy, break it for me.

-Prepare that ass for me, mommy, I'll do it for you after a while. -Daddy, you drive me crazy.

-The cat in the street. -Pom, pom, hard.

-The cat in the street. -Pom, pom, pom, pom.

The cat in the street. We come smuggled.

-The cat in the street. -Cosa Nuestra, Rauw Alejandro.

Daddy, chapter zero.

You will never be like us.

You are crazy.

The Champions League.

Smuggled.

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