Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hope, artist - Neutro Shorty. Album song Humble Boyz, in the genre Латиноамериканская музыка
Date of issue: 10.12.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rimas México
Song language: Spanish
Hope(original) |
Ahora me doy cuenta que eramos super felices |
Me convertí en un hombre por culpa 'e las cicatrice' |
Y aún sin comida y sin plata no dejo que alguien me pise |
Yo nunca tuve un closet lleno con prendas muy caras (Ah; ah) |
Pero jamás dejé que eso me desmotivara |
Le juré a mi padre que un día todos verían mi cara (Yeah) |
Y ahora my niggas la ven a diario, la llevan tatuada |
Yo estaba bajo el sol echando pico y pala |
Preguntándom: «¿cuándo será que to’a esta mirda va a pasar?» |
Mi frente siempre estuvo en alto, nada me frenaba |
Porque mi hijo esperaba su tetero pa' cenar (Yeah, yeah) |
Diecinueve año', mucha inexperiencia |
Bastante inmadurez y poca paciencia |
Jugando a ser famoso pero no tenía audiencia |
Mi papá me dijo: «busca un trabajo, no sé en que piensas» |
Recorrí las tiendas, ninguna me aceptó |
Decían: «yo te llamo» y nunca nadie me llamó |
Gracia' a Dios el puto celular nunca sonó |
Porque eso me obligó a encerrarme en casa y explotar mi bloc |
La jeva se marchó, al niño se lo llevó |
Y no la juzgo porque, ¿qué futuro podía darle yo? |
(Ajá) |
Desde mi perspectiva no veía la luz del túnel |
Pero entre los guerreros mas fuertes son cosas comunes |
Y no seguí al cardumen, siempre fui un pez rebelde |
Y de lunes a lunes, freestyle. |
pistas y verdes |
Me caí mil veces y mil veces volví mas fuerte (Yeah, yeah) |
Aunque a veces en el barrio hasta la esperanza la pierdes |
Policías y muerte', los achante' los viernes |
Con mis hermanos aunque no salimos del mismo vientre |
Nacimos siendo pobres, pero igual eramos gente |
Mi abuela me inculcó valores que nunca se pierden |
Un amigo millonario me habló de su vida |
Y de como creció con su familia desunida |
Sus padres tenían dinero y tremendos carrazos |
Pero ya ni tenían tiempo pa' darle un abrazo |
Ah, en este momento estoy llorando |
Porque he escrito mil canciones y me pregunto ¿hasta cuándo? |
Si la gente que me escucha siempre me estará apoyando |
Si en verdad saldré del barrio o me moriré esperando |
Ah, saludo' a todos mis vato' |
Al Sei', al Kistre, que estuvieron en mis zapato' |
Jho Papi, cuantos viajes sin remuneración |
Pero igual siempre estuvo a mi lado de corazón |
Y puede que esta simplemente sea otra canción |
Con la que no me gane un Grammy, tampoco un millón |
Pero al menos espero sirva de motivación |
Para aquellos que como yo, vienen del callejón |
Desde cero, donde comer bien es la misión |
Y el lujo es secundario, antes todo era una ilusión |
Pero ahora tengo una nación que me respalda |
La fe siempre es mi guía, Dios me cuida las espaldas |
Desde menor yo siempre he sido solo un soñador (Prr) |
Y los sueños solo sueños son hasta ponerle acción (Prr) |
Caraqueño, como Alfredo Sadel y Oscar de León (Prr) |
Siempre en contra de los pacos por su puta corrupción (Pacos) |
Soy el subestimado, yo soy el incomprendido (Yeah) |
No voy a fallar, con la grandeza estoy comprometido (Shorty) |
Dolores y desamores en mi corazón partido (Ueeh) |
O el niño que perdido que pa' ganar tiene mil motivos (Yeah) |
Oye, Gabo, prende uno |
Que vamo' a seguir haciendo dinero, por nosotro' y por la familia |
Dilo, Sanabria |
Trapmoney Gang |
(translation) |
Now I realize that we were super happy |
I became a man because of 'the scars' |
And even without food and without money I don't let someone step on me |
I never had a closet full of very expensive clothes (Ah; ah) |
But I never let that get me down |
I swore to my father that one day everyone would see my face (Yeah) |
And now my niggas see her daily, they have her tattooed |
I was under the sun throwing pick and shovel |
Asking me: "when is all this shit going to happen?" |
My forehead was always high, nothing stopped me |
Because my son was waiting for his bottle for dinner (Yeah, yeah) |
Nineteen years', a lot of inexperience |
Quite immaturity and little patience |
Playing famous but had no audience |
My dad told me: "Look for a job, I don't know what you're thinking" |
I went through the stores, none accepted me |
They said: "I'll call you" and no one ever called me |
Thank God the fucking cell phone never rang |
Because that forced me to lock myself in the house and blow up my pad |
The girl left, she took the boy |
And I don't judge her because, what future could I give her? |
(AHA) |
From my perspective I did not see the light of the tunnel |
But among the strongest warriors are common things |
And I didn't follow the shoal, I was always a rebellious fish |
And from Monday to Monday, freestyle. |
tracks and greens |
I fell a thousand times and a thousand times I came back stronger (Yeah, yeah) |
Although sometimes in the neighborhood you even lose hope |
Police and death', the achante' on Fridays |
With my brothers although we did not come out of the same womb |
We were born poor, but we were still people |
My grandmother instilled in me values that are never lost |
A millionaire friend told me about his life |
And how he grew up with his family disunited |
His parents had money and tremendous car |
But they didn't even have time to give him a hug |
Ah, right now I'm crying |
Because I have written a thousand songs and I wonder how long? |
If the people who listen to me will always be supporting me |
If I will really leave the neighborhood or I will die waiting |
Ah, I greet 'all my vato' |
Al Sei', al Kistre, who were in my shoes' |
Jho Papi, how many trips without pay |
But he was always by my side with my heart |
And this may just be another song |
With which I did not win a Grammy, nor a million |
But at least I hope it serves as motivation |
For those who like me, come from the alley |
From scratch, where eating well is the mission |
And luxury is secondary, before everything was an illusion |
But now I have a nation behind me |
Faith is always my guide, God watches my back |
Since I was little I have always been just a dreamer (Prr) |
And dreams are only dreams until you put action on it (Prr) |
Caracas, like Alfredo Sadel and Oscar de León (Prr) |
Always against the pacos for their fucking corruption (Pacos) |
I'm the underrated, I'm the misunderstood (Yeah) |
I will not fail, with greatness I am committed (Shorty) |
Pains and heartbreaks in my broken heart (Ueeh) |
Or the child who lost to win has a thousand reasons (Yeah) |
Hey, Gabo, light one |
That we are going to continue making money, for us and for the family |
Say it, Sanabria |
trapmoney gang |