Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Esto es el Prok , by - AYAX Y PROKRelease date: 11.11.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: Spanish
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Esto es el Prok , by - AYAX Y PROKEsto es el Prok(original) |
| Y me perdí con esta base del Bla' y el Sceno |
| Y me senté por la colina que forman sus seno' |
| Y la miré como años desde que nos vemo' |
| Y la besé, descansa’o, apoya’o en su cuello |
| Esa mañana estaba tan contento |
| En ese lago bajo el árbol, parecía un cuento |
| Solo a tu lado sin el sol, lo hacíamos lento |
| Es tu Romeo enamora’o haciendo otro intento |
| Vengo de lejo', en mi galaxia no se encuentra luz |
| Entre azulejo' y la asfixia en se baño azul |
| En el refljo, entre agonías solo quedas tú |
| Vestigios viejos, cobardía, colga’o de la cruz |
| Las noches lloran y se hacen más larga' |
| Mucha demora pa' encontrar su alma |
| Pasan la' hora' y siente más la carga |
| Ella dispara sin tener ni arma |
| Salen las luces, todos gritan y salta la alarma |
| Si me entendiera, me encontrara en mi noche oscura |
| Si no escribiera, me amargara con esa tortura |
| Otro estaría, volaría por estas alturas |
| Se percibía, se sentía y no cabía duda |
| El cielo no amanece |
| El sol nunca aparece |
| Puede que sea tarde |
| Lo dijo tantas veces |
| Y me caí por el barranco que hicieron mis celos |
| Y me encontré con las pastillas pidiendo deseos |
| Y me dormí con pesadillas, tapa’o con mi miedo |
| Y desperté en su mejilla, rodea’o de pelo |
| Esa noche estaba haciendo daño |
| A los que quiero, sin pensar lo' año' |
| Que me ayudaron a subir peldaño' |
| Ahora me ven hablando como extraño |
| Desquicia’o, apoya’o al final del baño |
| Primo, lo siento mucho |
| No sé qué fue anoche |
| A veces ya ni lucho |
| Perdona por el lache |
| Primo, lo siento mucho |
| No sé qué fue ese brote |
| Me vi por el estrecho, sin tener ni bote |
| LOWLIGHT |
| Por mí responde si le hablo a la luna |
| Me siento solo y perdi’o por esa laguna |
| Deshidrata’o, desnutri’o, anduve en la Tuna |
| Desconfia’o, confundi’o, me genera duda |
| Como basura tirá' en la calle |
| Me visto solo sin llamar a nadie |
| Con mis locuras rozando el desmaye |
| No tengo ni aire, ya na' me vale |
| Lo lloro y sale, me gritan cuando paso esos chavale' |
| Somo' inmortale', hijos del cielo |
| Llueven espada', nos tienen celos |
| Vamo' a gana' en esto |
| Sí, lo sé de siempre |
| No sé por qué no acepto |
| Que es mi destino como Jordan en el baloncesto |
| Estoy tan triste con esta resaca |
| Pienso si existe abraza’o a mi gata |
| Si no resiste', al final te mata |
| Te hablo del odio, de lo que me calla |
| Pagando el precio que hicieron sus falla' |
| Os quiero, os amo |
| Me muero, renazco |
| Estoy desnudo y voy a andar descalzo |
| Entre fuego y aqua |
| Sobre cielo y agua |
| En las noches de pascuas |
| Tomando una postal |
| Mi código postal |
| Me muero, renazco |
| Os quiero, os amo |
| 'Toy tan lejo', no intentes el salto |
| Eh-eh |
| Woh-woh |
| No intentes el salto, va a hacerte daño |
| Esto está muy alto, son muchos peldaño' |
| Por eso recalco, primo no te engañe' |
| No coja ese barco, esto no e' un sueño |
| Me recuerda a Marco corriendo en el puerto |
| En mitad del muelle, es que estamos muerto' |
| No tenemos reye', me cago en sus muertos, no acatamos leye' |
| Lo dejo resuelto, me gano en la calle |
| Con lo' oro' puesto, deja que lo talle |
| Uno de los nuestros, puede que no falle |
| Debo estar atento, mirar los detalle' |
| Lo tengo, mantengo, un rollo classic, Nintendo |
| Lo hacemo', vas y no entiendo |
| Me llama Luci, le atiendo |
| Está en la UCI diciendo |
| Que va por mí, lo comprendo |
| Con esto' pussy' no aprendo |
| Me llama el Zajo y le prendo |
| Lo tengo, mantengo |
| Me siento y pongo flamenco |
| Yo soy de barrio gitano |
| Yo me he cria’o por Marruecos |
| Comiendo to' con las manos |
| Guardando to' por los huecos |
| Luchando por mi hermano |
| Hablándonos como en checo |
| De negro, capucha, por tu barrio me escuchan |
| Yo saco el odio, resuelvo |
| Seguimos to' en la lucha |
| Delito, juicio, no pueden ya con el vicio |
| El niño cumple presidio, su ma' lo ve por el vidrio |
| Le meto severo, llevo ya tiempo sin vero' |
| Moviendo por ser del ghetto con la chaqueta de cuero |
| La vi’a, la calle, hacerlo' to' por el Mallén |
| Hasta que la voce' callen cuando lo' nervio' te fallen |
| Controla esa mierda, mi parce |
| Mide bien la reserva, montarse |
| Guarda bien to’a la hierba, escaparse |
| No paran de herirte, drogarte |
| Va' a tener que mentirle', marcharte |
| Lo quiere to' como un tal Bonaparte |
| Suena Prok y se aceleran su' parte' |
| No fue Dios, no me seas cobarde |
| Es mi voz la que suena en to’a parte' |
| Mira, dile, mira, dile |
| Que suena Prok y me gritan por miles |
| Desde Granada hasta Chile |
| Vamo' a llega' a lo' confine' |
| Lleno' de bolo' lo' fine' |
| «Lo más real», me define |
| No hablo de historia de cine |
| Cuando la bola la pique |
| Tengo a la Parca en el parking |
| Y está pagándome el ticket |
| Está mi cara en la party, está comprándose stickers |
| Si me dispara soy Manny, estoy debajo del chicken |
| Por aquí nadie me para, yo juego y nadie compite |
| Soltó la barra', lo' palo' |
| Estuve entre barras y palos |
| También hay barro en el palo |
| Te hablo del Easy y del Dela, cuando me pongo no paro |
| Primo, le meto candela, los mío' están en el palo |
| No hay tiempo ya pa' la espera, ¿no ves la luz de ese faro? |
| No queda na' en la nevera, lleva apaga' hasta lo' faro' |
| Pa' escapar la lechera con un Merced de los caros |
| Escapando en la carretera, la poli pega disparo' |
| Intenta darle a las rueda' |
| Lo quieren to' como un tal Alejandro |
| Entran en shock cuando escuchan mi mambo |
| Sale to' en el pecho del jambo |
| Llegan do' y le enseñamo' lo' rango' |
| No veo a Dios, no sé quién tiene el mando |
| Te hablo de estar en la ruina, de no parar en la esquina |
| De no cambiar la rutina y no tener pa' la cena |
| De ir a pedi' a la vecina, buscar trabajo en la mina |
| Lloran los pies y camina hasta llegar a la cima |
| (translation) |
| And I got lost with this base of the Bla' and the Sceno |
| And I sat down on the hill formed by its bosom' |
| And I looked at her like years since we saw each other' |
| And I kissed her, rest, lean on her neck |
| That morning he was so happy |
| In that lake under the tree, it seemed like a story |
| Alone by your side without the sun, we did it slow |
| It's your Romeo enamora'o making another try |
| I come from far away, in my galaxy there is no light |
| Between tiles and suffocation in his blue bathroom |
| In the reflection, between agonies only you remain |
| Old vestiges, cowardice, hung from the cross |
| The nights cry and get longer' |
| It takes a long time to find your soul |
| They spend the 'hour' and feel the burden more |
| She shoots without having a weapon |
| The lights go out, everyone screams and the alarm goes off |
| If he understood me, he would find me in my dark night |
| If I didn't write, I would be bitter with that torture |
| Another would be, would fly through these heights |
| He perceived himself, he felt himself and there was no doubt |
| the sky does not dawn |
| the sun never appears |
| it may be late |
| she said it so many times |
| And I fell down the ravine that my jealousy made |
| And I found myself with the pills making wishes |
| And I fell asleep with nightmares, covered with my fear |
| And I woke up on her cheek, surrounded by hair |
| That night I was hurting |
| To those I love, without thinking about the 'year' |
| That they helped me climb the rung' |
| Now they see me talking like a stranger |
| Desquicia'o, apoya'o at the end of the bathroom |
| Cousin, I'm so sorry |
| I don't know what was last night |
| Sometimes I don't even fight anymore |
| sorry for the lache |
| Cousin, I'm so sorry |
| I don't know what that outbreak was |
| I saw myself through the strait, without having a boat |
| LOWLIGHT |
| He answers for me if I speak to the moon |
| I feel lonely and lost by that lagoon |
| Dehydrated, malnourished, I walked in the Tuna |
| I distrust, confused, I doubt |
| Like trash he throws in the street |
| I dress alone without calling anyone |
| With my follies bordering on fainting |
| I don't even have air, I don't care anymore |
| I cry for him and he comes out, they yell at me when those kids pass by' |
| We are 'immortal', children of heaven |
| They rain sword', they are jealous of us |
| Let's win in this |
| Yes, I always know |
| I don't know why I don't accept |
| What is my destiny as Jordan in basketball |
| I'm so sad with this hangover |
| I wonder if there is a hug to my cat |
| If she doesn't resist ', in the end she kills you |
| I'm talking about hate, about what silences me |
| Paying the price that they made their faults' |
| I love you, I love you |
| I die, I am reborn |
| I am naked and I will walk barefoot |
| between fire and water |
| over sky and water |
| On Easter nights |
| taking a postcard |
| My postal code |
| I die, I am reborn |
| I love you, I love you |
| 'I'm so far', don't try the jump |
| Eh eh |
| woh-woh |
| Don't try the jump, it's going to hurt you |
| This is very high, there are many steps' |
| That's why I stress, cousin, don't be fooled' |
| Don't take that boat, this is not a dream |
| Reminds me of Marco running in the port |
| In the middle of the pier, we are dead' |
| We don't have a king, I shit on their dead, we don't abide by the law |
| I leave it resolved, I win in the street |
| With the 'gold' on, let me carve it |
| One of our own, may not fail |
| I must be attentive, look at the details' |
| I got it, I keep it, a classic roll, Nintendo |
| We do it, you go and I don't understand |
| Luci calls me, I answer you |
| He's in the ICU saying |
| What's up with me, I understand |
| With this 'pussy' I do not learn |
| He calls me Zajo and I turn him on |
| I have it, I keep |
| I sit down and put on flamenco |
| I am from the gypsy neighborhood |
| I have grown up in Morocco |
| Eating everything with your hands |
| Saving everything through the holes |
| fighting for my brother |
| Talking to each other like in Czech |
| In black, hood, they listen to me in your neighborhood |
| I take out the hate, I resolve |
| We continue to' in the fight |
| Crime, trial, they can no longer with vice |
| The boy is serving prison, his mother sees him through the glass |
| I put it severe, I have not seen it for a long time |
| Moving for being from the ghetto with the leather jacket |
| La vi’a, the street, do it 'to' by the Mallén |
| Until the voice is silent when the nerve fails you |
| Control that shit, my parce |
| Measure the reserve well, get on |
| Keep all the grass well, escape |
| They don't stop hurting you, drugging you |
| You are going to have to lie to him, leave |
| He wants it all like a certain Bonaparte |
| Prok sounds and they speed up their 'part' |
| It wasn't God, don't be a coward to me |
| It is my voice that sounds everywhere' |
| Look, tell him, look, tell him |
| That sounds Prok and they yell at me by the thousands |
| From Grenada to Chile |
| Let's get to the confines |
| Full of bolo' lo' fine' |
| "The most real", he defines me |
| I'm not talking about film history |
| When the ball hits it |
| I have the Grim Reaper in the parking lot |
| And he is paying me the ticket |
| My face is at the party, she is buying stickers |
| If you shoot me I'm Manny, I'm under the chicken |
| Around here nobody stops me, I play and nobody competes |
| Dropped the bar', the' stick' |
| I was between bars and sticks |
| There is also mud on the stick |
| I'm talking about Easy and Dela, when I get on I don't stop |
| Cousin, I put fire on it, mine' are on the stick |
| There is no time to wait anymore, don't you see the light of that lighthouse? |
| There is nothing left in the fridge, take it off until the lighthouse |
| To escape the milkmaid with an expensive Merced |
| Escaping on the road, the cop shoots' |
| Try to give the wheels' |
| They want it all like a certain Alejandro |
| They go into shock when they hear my mambo |
| It comes out to' in the chest of the jambo |
| They arrive do' and we teach him' the' rank' |
| I don't see God, I don't know who's in command |
| I talk to you about being broke, about not stopping at the corner |
| Of not changing the routine and not having for dinner |
| To go pedi' to the neighbor, look for work in the mine |
| Feet cry and walk until you reach the top |
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