Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 13/18, artist - Dellafuente.
Date of issue: 27.05.2018
Song language: Spanish
13/18(original) |
Es la verdad, en mi calle furgoneta y coche antiguos |
En una casa de protección oficial |
To' las tardes en la calle jugando al fútbol |
Nos daban 20 duros íbamos a ca' el Eloy a comprar |
Parece que fue a ayer, cuando nos íbamos de tiendas |
Y el guardia nos seguía hasta que estábamos en la moto |
Y han cambiado las cosas 'tamos sonando en las tiendas |
Y el mismo guarda me pide una foto |
Y yo me acuerdo cuanto ahorré pa' comprarme el Siemens |
Me sentía rico y estaba en la peste |
Ahora me llaman y me dicen ¿cuánto quieres? |
Por salir en una foto con el nuevo móvil este |
Estoy ganando dinero de cosas que ni soñaba |
Ahora to’s me quieren, aunque a nadie le importaba |
Iba al banco con mi mae y parecíamos transparentes |
Ahora to' la plantilla mu' suavones con el Dellafuente |
No necesito que me apruebes |
No estamos en la escuela |
Ni voy a da' explicaciones |
Del precio 'e una camiseta |
Nadie ha puesto una pistola |
En la cabeza pa' que compre |
Y si no puedes permitírtelo (lo entiendo) |
No lo compres |
Yo ya he vivi’o to' eso, yo quería unas Nikes nuevas |
Pero la' heredé 'e mi hermana, todavía tenía suela |
Las segundas eran roba’s ni si quiera me gustaban |
Ahora en cambio, hay to' los tiempos, me las regalan |
Sigo siendo el mismo niño que soñaba con ser rico |
Y to’s los demás le decían, tú tienes bulanicos |
He regala’o horas de música y cosas que nunca cuento |
Me gustaría ver que harían si estuvieran en mi puesto |
Ahora tengo un plantilla, una decena de personas |
Quién trabaja conmigo no tiene que vender droga |
(Oye) Yo ya estuve un día abajo |
Y lo que más me gusta de la música es el dar trabajo |
Apartando jeringuillas de los bancos |
En un sitio normal de Andalucía |
Jugando a las cartas en un tranco |
Con mis vecinos de la casa de acogi’a |
Si he llega’o a ser medio artista se lo debo a mucha gente |
A tos' los que me apoyaron, a mi Antonio, mi Vicente |
A los que me dieron cuando no había |
Y a tos los que me compraron marihuana algún día |
Yo no sé cuanto va a ser lo que me dure to' esta suerte |
To’s los días pienso en dejarlo, en acelerar su muerte |
To’s los días pienso en dejarlo, pero, me calmo luego |
Y to’s los días los terminamos con 50 temas nuevos |
La gente me felicita como si fuera Ronaldo |
Es raro no sé lo que estoy ganando |
Muchas ratas hablando de lo que no entienden |
Pero primo, ya está arriba Dellafuente |
(Lo mismo me escuchan pijas, que en centros de menores) |
(Pijas-Pijas, centros de menores, de menores) |
(Lo mismo me escuchan pijas, que en centros de menores) |
(Un Amg blanco con ambientador de coco) |
(Rollin' rizlas, dándome respiros a lo KitKat, Dellafuente vuelve a lo de antes, |
puta, is back. |
Rollin' rizlas, dándome respiros a lo KitKat) |
(Dellafuente F. C, 'tamos to’s benditos) |
(translation) |
It's the truth, on my street vintage van and car |
In a house of official protection |
Every afternoon in the street playing soccer |
They gave us 20 pesos, we went to ca' el Eloy to buy |
It seems like yesterday, when we were going shopping |
And the guard followed us until we were on the motorcycle |
And things have changed 'we are ringing in the stores |
And the same guard asks me for a photo |
And I remember how much I saved to buy the Siemens |
I felt rich and I was in the plague |
Now they call me and tell me how much do you want? |
For appearing in a photo with the new mobile this |
I'm making money from things I didn't even dream of |
Now everyone loves me, although nobody cared |
I went to the bank with my mom and we seemed transparent |
Now all the staff are very smooth with Dellafuente |
I don't need you to approve of me |
We are not at school |
I'm not going to give explanations |
From the price of a t-shirt |
No one has put a gun |
In the head so that I buy |
And if you can't afford it (I understand) |
Do not buy it |
I have already lived all that, I wanted some new Nikes |
But I "inherited" it from my sister, she still had a sole |
The second ones were steals, I didn't even like them |
Now instead, there are all the times, they give them to me |
I'm still the same boy who dreamed of being rich |
And all the others told him, you have bulanicos |
I have given away hours of music and things that I never count |
I would like to see what they would do if they were in my position |
Now I have a template, a dozen people |
Who works with me does not have to sell drugs |
(Hey) I was already down for a day |
And what I like most about music is giving work |
Separating syringes from banks |
In a normal place in Andalusia |
Playing cards in a stride |
With my neighbors from the foster home |
If I have become an artist, I owe it to many people |
To those who supported me, my Antonio, my Vicente |
To those who gave me when there was no |
And to those who bought marijuana from me one day |
I don't know how long this luck will last me |
Every day I think about leaving him, about accelerating his death |
Every day I think about quitting, but I calm down later |
And we end all days with 50 new songs |
People congratulate me as if I were Ronaldo |
It's weird I don't know what I'm earning |
Many rats talking about what they don't understand |
But cousin, Dellafuente is already up |
(The same they listen to me posh, that in centers for minors) |
(Pijas-Pijas, centers for minors, for minors) |
(The same they listen to me posh, that in centers for minors) |
(A white Amg with coconut air freshener) |
(Rollin' rizlas, giving me KitKat breaks, Dellafuente goes back to before, |
bitch, he is back. |
Rollin' rizlas, giving me breaks like KitKat) |
(Dellafuente F. C, 'we are all blessed) |