
Date of issue: 11.11.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: Spanish
Esto 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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