Lyrics of Los Duros - Aleman, Natanael Cano

Los Duros (original)

Y puro Rancho Humile a la verga
Homegrown Mafia haciéndolo fino, compa
Rola, rola, rola, rola, rola, rola
Yeah
Goddamn!
Yeah
Bien loco, bien loco, bien loco, bien loco, bien loco, bien atravesa’o
Fumo de la mata, ando con la crema innata
Las tracas, las tracas, las tracas que trae
Las tracas, las tracas, las tracas que trae
Antes pateaba la lata, ahora ya no me da lata
Para que sepa la gente que traigo
Siempre conmigo, solo nunca he andado
Hago lo que quiero y me vale verga si les ofende mi pasado
Todos los R’s los traigo guardados
Todas las niñas las traigo a mi lado
El barrio conoce lo mucho que he trabajado y que me he esforzado
Suenan sirenas por el boulevard
Los carros que traigo siempre van blindao'
No me digan que no
Las cadenas que traigo no son por alzado
Es pa' recordar lo mucho que ha costado
No me digan que no
Nata
¿Cómo fue, eh?
¡Ya!
Para el que dice que «claro que no»
Con mucho esfuerzo, y trabajo y pasión
Con toda la clika venimos rifando porque le pusimos a la calle amor
Nos convertimos en puro ganador
Cargados de hielo aunque no haga calor
¡Ufa!
Huele a grifa de Califas, lo sé por el olor (¡Ya!)
No, no se preocupen por saber bien quién soy
Y sí, ando enredado, ahí traigo un equipón
Para que sepa', ya contamo' un millón, oh (¡Ya!)
Bien loco, bien loco, bien loco, bien loco, bien loco, bien atravesa’o
Fumo de la mata, ando con la crema innata
Las tracas, las tracas, las tracas que trae
Las tracas, las tracas, las tracas que trae
Antes pateaba la lata, ahora ya no me da lata
Suenan sirenas por el boulevard
Los carros que traigo siempre van blindao'
No me digan que no
Las cadenas que traigo no son por alzado
Es pa' recordar lo mucho que ha costado
No me digan que no
¡Ya!
¡Bere!
¡Bere!

(translation)

And pure Rancho Humile to the cock
Homegrown Mafia doing it fine, dude
Roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, roll
yeah
Goddamn!
yeah
Very crazy, very crazy, very crazy, very crazy, very crazy, well crossed
I smoke from the bush, I walk with the innate cream
The strings, the strings, the strings that it brings
The strings, the strings, the strings that it brings
Before I kicked the can, now it doesn't bother me anymore
So that the people I bring know
Always with me, alone I have never walked
I do what I want and I don't give a shit if my past offends them
All the R's I bring saved
I bring all the girls by my side
The neighborhood knows how hard I've worked and how hard I've tried
Sirens sound down the boulevard
The cars that I bring are always armored
don't tell me no
The chains that I bring are not by lump sum
It is to remember how much it has cost
don't tell me no
Cream
How was it, huh?
Already!
For the one who says "of course not"
With a lot of effort, and work and passion
With all the clika we come raffling because we put love on the street
We become pure winner
Loaded with ice even if it's not hot
Whoops!
It smells like a grifa de Califas, I know it by the smell (Ya!)
No, don't worry about knowing who I am
And yes, I'm tangled up, here I bring a team
So that you know', we already counted' a million, oh (Already!)
Very crazy, very crazy, very crazy, very crazy, very crazy, well crossed
I smoke from the bush, I walk with the innate cream
The strings, the strings, the strings that it brings
The strings, the strings, the strings that it brings
Before I kicked the can, now it doesn't bother me anymore
Sirens sound down the boulevard
The cars that I bring are always armored
don't tell me no
The chains that I bring are not by lump sum
It is to remember how much it has cost
don't tell me no
Already!
bere!
bere!