3 a 0 (English Translation) Lyrics by Arcángel
D-Note Is On The Beat
The Beatllionaire
Ah, ah, mhm
Hahaha, yo’
You’ve been a fool since you were in the womb (Yes)
You’ll suck on my “bicho” the day you find me (Normal)
Manhood for the lives, you crap on my mom
Even when you win, you’re still the same stinker as always
I told you, warring with me, you need to think twice
Those who do something don’t need to brag about it (Ouh)
And if it’s true that your buddy burned your money
You’re suing him, isn’t that the same as snitching on him? (Tell me)
Damn double standards, since you like to suck up
We don’t want you in Santurce, and that will never change (No, no)
For you to boast about other people’s achievements, how many have you swallowed?
Your dad didn’t support you until the day you made it (He didn’t support you)
My career untouched, still undefeated, that weighs on you
I’m Yailin’s board hitting you in the head (Cling)
Keep boasting, I’ll give you what you deserve (Yeah)
Take off the tough guy disguise, Halloween was months ago (Haha)
I told you, I’m the eye of the Ouija
I had to mention her so she would fight for custody of your daughter
I keep saying life is beautiful (Beautiful)
Another flight of yours crashes today
I’m going to burn you like Pompeii
I’ll have a toast to celebrate and hit you with the bottle (Bottle)
But what’s her fault? (Her)
She’ll grow up without a father, Cataleya
I’m going to land your trip, son of a ***, I’m the pilot
Your son looks happier with me than in your own photos (Haha)
You, who are a ***, hit the jackpot
Because your woman has “bicho,” and you have a “toto”
Your mom’s worried; stop doing drugs
Refresh yourself; you moved too much and lost your fizz
You think you’ll *** me? The baddest, don’t mess with me
All you do is suck up to the big shots who are in vogue (Haha)
I’m giving it to you on the ground, wannabe, you’re a Sara Lee cake
You’re a horn and a pig, are you a wild boar?
This is so you can have a Merry Christmas
I asked your mom about you; she said, “I didn’t give birth to him” (Hahaha)
I have you dancing like Michael Jackson, Billie Jean
I have the Mortal Kombat guy screaming “Finish Him” (Oh, ***)
You dropped the soap (Soap), fat prison guard
You’re not 27, stick your thumb up your ass (Ah, go ahead)
***, if you only knew what the real 27s truly think of you
That you’re a disappointment
You’re a guy who was in prison, got out
And didn’t stick to the real codes, ***
You, you, you
***, what’s wrong with you?
*** (Oh), for the third and last time, I’ll be clear and crushing (Oh)
This is going to get interesting (Interesting)
When you hear this, you won’t be the same as before
God willing, you become a comedian
That’s the movie you want to make on social media (Which?)
You have to go after Feid because you can’t handle me
You’ve never fought like this (No), you’re breaking a sweat
And when Karol dumped you, she left you malnourished (Uh, yes)
Damn son of a ***, cursed (-cido)
Your old lady’s only mistake was giving birth to you, ha
And the other was raising you, pig, ill-mannered
You would have been Carmen’s child, and she would have aborted you (You’re crazy)
Damn ***, strung out (Strung out)
Straighten up with this one; I left your tank overturned (Overturned)
Let go of my “bicho” that you have me hanging
You have no heart, even if you have one hooked
And you even copied that from me (Hahaha)
You know that the original drum is the one that daddy has on his chest (Listen)
Yessir, hahaha
Hey, ***, you had a heart made with wings too
Wow, mhm
What the hell does wings have to do with Anuel?
Son of a *** (Hahaha)
Or with “real until death,” sucker
If I were you, I wouldn’t respond, ***, don’t complicate yourself (Leave)
Drop the feud; you sold the Bugatti, the ticket is dropping (You know)
You like calling people “chota,” don’t justify
And you’re putting your old man to testify (Amen)
Instead of signing with Reebok, you should’ve signed with Fubu
In prison, you melted and smelled your “subu”
I’m breaking parole
Bluffing their bluff
And in war, you won’t come out even with my G, Karol
Frabi’s dad has been a guard since he handled you (Yeah)
And just like with cops, he also escorted you (Normal)
When you were with him, you never mentioned that (No)
And now you’re bringing out the dirty laundry of what he was hiding (Grr)
I set them on fire, look for the extinguisher (Yeah)
Find another barber, another stylist, another writer (Yeah)
Actually, ***, bathe with Lysol (Oh)
When you rap, the autocorrect goes to ***
***, you sound the same on all songs since “Esclava”
You threw at La Calma, where you used to throw photos (Aha)
Exactly, this is a street, an entrance, an exit (Ah)
Where if snitches like you enter, they don’t leave alive
Tie your tongue, or we’ll extinguish you like your bangs
You boasted about balls to take out that pastry
In all the Torre wars, you didn’t even get to shoot (No)
And you want to compare yourself to Boster and Trujillo?
Ah, ah, ah
You claim to be the most respected guy of all, but ***, I bet that respect, 98.9%, comes from outside Puerto Rico
Because where I am, ***, right now in the heat, nobody likes you, ***
You know, you’re the artist with the biggest rejection rate in the last two years
Only a deaf person can say that you rap and sing better than me. I’ve filled much bigger places than the Coliseo, but in one thing you’re right, it’s true, the biggest thing I’ve done is the Coliseo de Puerto Rico. And you know why? Because I’m singing to my people, ***. The people who believed in me from the beginning and gave me the push I needed to become the international artist I am today. And you know who I