This is a cover of GhostMKC "Ritmo Maldito" Follow GhostMKC @ghostmkc Original Song HERE: https://suno.com/song/056a22c5-2576-44c8-ae51-cc801d70e22c 💃🏻🕺🏽💃🏻🕺🏽💃🏻🕺🏽💃🏻🕺🏽💃🏻🕺🏽💃🏻🕺🏽💃🏻🕺🏽💃🏻🕺🏽💃🏻🕺🏽💃🏻🕺🏽💃🏻🕺🏽💃🏻🕺🏽 Who let the demons in the drumline? Turn that nylon to a landmine. Brown skin sweat on the tiled floor, Back arched, eyes shut, beggin' for more. DJ spin knives made of six strings, Every downstroke bite, every upstroke sting. You got hips like a crime scene, red tape tight, Spillin' rum on your tongue, sayin' “fuck it, it's night." Every step that you take on the beat so sick, Feel my heart go *boom* when the hands go *click*. Pulse runnin' laps in my ribcage, Guitar turn the room to a riot stage. If this is wrong, I don't wanna be saved, Let the devil in the rhythm sign my name. Ritmo maldito, body on fire, Feet to the floor like we wired to the wire. Hands in the air, lose your halo quick, If you came here holy, you gon' leave here sick. Ritmo maldito, break your chains, Sweat drip down like gasoline rain. When the strings go wild and the crowd go dumb, Let the cursed-ass rhythm take control of your blood. Yeah, look— You ain't ready for this terremoto, Waistline talkin' that “loco, loco." Boots stomp down like a marching band, But it's just two guitars and a demon in the sand. Clap on the two, then slap that wood, Gab-style knock, make a church feel hood. She said, “Mijo, baila, don't be shy," Now my morals on mute and my hands on thighs. 808 low just kiss that floor, While the nylon strings try to start a war. I'm a sinner in sneakers, halo bent, But this groove feel blessed, that's heaven's rent. Pulse runnin' laps in my ribcage, Guitar turn the room to a riot stage. If this is wrong, I don't wanna be saved, Let the devil in the rhythm sign my name. Ritmo maldito, body on fire, Feet to the floor like we wired to the wire. Hands in the air, lose your halo quick, If you came here holy, you gon' leave here sick. Ritmo maldito, break your chains, Sweat drip down like gasoline rain. When the strings go wild and the crowd go dumb, Let the cursed-ass rhythm take control of your blood. Who needs bass? (crowd: that low-end thud!) Two guitars, one packed room, Ritmo maldito, make space go BOOM. Floor look hot like it's fresh from hell, But your smile say “heaven” with a side of spell. You grind to the triplets, twist on the four, I'm a fiend for the hit, keep givin' me more. No saint in this house, no chill, no peace, Just smoke, soft skin, and a cursed release. If the cops roll up, they can't stop this flood— We a tidal wave built outta sweat and blood. Ritmo maldito, body on fire, Feet to the floor like we wired to the wire. Hands in the air, lose your halo quick, If you came here holy, you gon' leave here sick. Ritmo maldito, break your chains, Sweat drip down like gasoline rain. When the strings go wild and the crowd go dumb, Let the cursed-ass rhythm take control of your blood. (Tag, breakdown shout) Ritmo maldito—no escape tonight, Two guitars, one curse, and a room on white.
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