
Date of issue: 13.12.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: Spanish
Shars 2020(original) |
Me lo estaban pidiendo |
Pues yo lo saco y nos quedamos tos' contentos |
Que ni lo he escrito, pero ya sé de qué va esto |
S H A R S por supuesto |
Con las mismas que me subo al gym me subo al tren |
Con las mismas que me subo al escenario bajo a por papel |
Vuelvo de empalme no hay pa' hotel |
Y yo cada vez que pueda Golden Boyz al cartel |
Y mientras los wannabes cogiendo cheese de mi nombre |
Pero la baja calidad al final se rompe |
Porque se nota cuándo es puro y cuándo es corte |
No identificado, clasifícame aparte |
Sudo, sueños o pesadillas |
Me acuerdo de ti, me falta el aire, me pongo en cuclillas |
Te me has clavado como una astilla |
Me has dejado caer, me empujaste sin barandilla |
Te has quedado sin cuchillos en la cocina |
Así que tira, lo peor de mi vida |
Seguir contigo hubiese sido un atentado suicida |
Jugar con sida, tenerte consentida |
Perder el puto tiempo en algo que no sentías y paso piba |
Y yo, sigo a la mía cada vez menos 4 real |
Besos que creía que no eran solo compañía |
Si no parte de mi vida, pero mira |
Estoy corriendo a 200 por hora así que tira |
Uno sin ti, ni siquiera he vuelto a verte |
Claro que he vuelto a sentir, pero no ha sido tan fuerte |
Son dos casi ya que no me ponen los grilletes |
Y no encuentro por Madrid a chavales del modulo 7 |
Si no es el viejo dime tú quién me avala |
Si mi hermano mata a alguien yo aparezco con pala |
Porque sé que si disparo él me recoge las balas |
Y nos vamos pa' la casa y aquí no ha pasado nada |
Lo tengo en London, carrera de fondo |
Mi hermanito desde porras en el rondo |
El mar por medio, pero estilo hombro con hombro |
La música va bien, mano yo te traigo pronto |
Con el mechero boca bajo prenso mora y cuajo |
Me apoyo en la ventana y me acuerdo de tanto |
Y me lo fumo por haber salido del paso |
Y por seguir en las mismas sin hacer ni puto caso |
Qué tengo que pensar de qué, si ya me ha quedado claro |
Me llevé la negra si quieres te la regalo |
Que baje a por ella con la escusa de ir drogado |
Con la herida abierta del puñal de mi hermano |
Pero mira loco, son mil lecciones de vida |
No te fíes de tu amigo, ni te fíes de tu piba |
Porque muchos te la pegan, porque otros se las piran |
Y once de cada diez promesas son mentira |
A cachitos como Camel yo comiendo ramen |
Claro que he escrito algún tema pa' que me llames |
Como he jugado a medio gas pa' que me ganen |
Y han tenido que venir cinco furgones pa' que me paren |
Me cuadro con el diablo, yo me escribo otro cuadro |
Caballo ganador, duerme lejos del establo |
Que pa' decir tonterías mejor me callo |
Y tú a dónde vas de gangster si mataron a Pablo |
Me tratan distinto como si no fuese el de antes |
Yo sé quién tengo al lao' por mil mensajes que me manden |
Entre lo bueno y lo malo, entre mis dos partes |
No sé si lo hago bien, sé que lo hago a lo grande |
Ni casa ni cama, ni dinero ni fama |
Ni tu piba ni otra vida ni oro puro en la tana |
Que yo también sé de penas que se hacen drama |
Así que me fumo otro porro, y hasta mañana |
(translation) |
they were asking me |
Well, I take it out and we're all happy |
I haven't even written it, but I already know what this is about |
S H A R S of course |
With the same ones that I get on the gym I get on the train |
With the same ones that I get on the stage I go down for paper |
I come back from the junction, there is no hotel |
And I whenever I can Golden Boyz to the cartel |
And while the wannabes getting cheese from my name |
But the low quality in the end breaks |
Because you can tell when it's pure and when it's cut |
Not identified, class me separately |
sweat, dreams or nightmares |
I remember you, I'm short of breath, I squat |
you stuck me like a splinter |
You have let me fall, you pushed me without a railing |
You have run out of knives in the kitchen |
So throw away, the worst of my life |
Staying with you would have been a suicide bombing |
Play with aids, have you spoiled |
Wasting fucking time on something you didn't feel and it happened girl |
And I, I follow mine less and less 4 real |
Kisses that I thought weren't just company |
If not part of my life, but look |
I'm running 200 an hour so pull |
One without you, I haven't even seen you again |
Sure I've felt again, but it hasn't been as strong |
There are almost two since they do not put the shackles on me |
And I can't find kids from module 7 in Madrid |
If it is not the old one, tell me who supports me |
If my brother kills someone I show up with a shovel |
Because I know that if I shoot he picks up my bullets |
And we go home and nothing has happened here |
Got it in London, long distance run |
My little brother from batons in the rondo |
The sea in the middle, but shoulder to shoulder style |
The music is going well, man, I'll bring you soon |
With the lighter upside down, I press blackberry and rennet |
I lean on the window and I remember so much |
And I smoke it for having gotten out of trouble |
And for continuing in the same way without paying any fucking attention |
What do I have to think about what, if it has already become clear to me |
I took the black one if you want I'll give it to you |
Let him go down for her with the excuse of being drugged |
With the open wound of my brother's dagger |
But look crazy, there are a thousand life lessons |
Don't trust your friend, don't trust your girl |
Because many hit you, because others lose it |
And eleven out of ten promises are lies |
Little pieces like Camel me eating ramen |
Of course I have written a song for you to call me |
As I have played at half throttle so that they beat me |
And five vans had to come to stop me |
I paint with the devil, I write another painting |
Winning horse, sleep away from the stable |
What to say nonsense I better shut up |
And where are you going as a gangster if they killed Pablo |
They treat me differently as if I were not the same as before |
I know who I have next door for a thousand messages that they send me |
Between the good and the bad, between my two parts |
I don't know if I'm doing it right, I know I'm doing it big |
Neither house nor bed, nor money nor fame |
Neither your girl nor another life nor pure gold in the tanana |
That I also know of sorrows that become drama |
So I smoke another joint, and see you tomorrow |