Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song La Calle Me Hizo , by - Nicky Jam. Release date: 16.05.2017
Song language: Spanish
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song La Calle Me Hizo , by - Nicky Jam. La Calle Me Hizo(original) |
| Segui |
| El mas que escribe remember |
| Las concord low |
| Cerquillo y el blow |
| Botella e Black Label |
| Marimba al flabel y me siento slow |
| El carro asicala’o |
| Pulio y brilla’o |
| Ando con Seis cadenas |
| La cartera llena, Ya toy volau |
| Donde yo piso tiemblan |
| Me gano toa la hembra |
| Tengo nervio de acero |
| Una 4.0 que no esta pa jodiendas |
| No fue que naci, la calle me hizo |
| Empezamo de abajo, yo sali del piso |
| No me la disfrace, me quede con el case |
| Los punto y los guisos… |
| Volvio Mr. controversy |
| Laramercy |
| El dia que me muera que me suban las jersey |
| 23 de los Bulls, no la de Jorda en wizards |
| La percha esta tan full que no cabe una camisa |
| No hay mahomes to es jogger y Doscientas tenis |
| Quien es el mas que escribe, que en Google sale Benny |
| Quien podra defendernos si murio el chapulin |
| Pues enganchate Dos cortas, Seis peines, el magazine |
| Las nenas me quieren, los hombres critican |
| La calle me hizo los cantantes se pican |
| Hay un diluvio de money como el arca de Noe |
| No tengo sangre en mi cuerpo estoy lleno de Möet |
| Ando en el maquinon, un arrebato cabron |
| Cuando fumo le cambio la letra a esta cancion (Jajaja) |
| Sabes que yo soy de calle hay putas y un pistolon |
| Que yo me acuerdo cuando andaba to tirado por ahi el avento |
| Y ahora tengo KTM, Yekiti y gallo 500 |
| Trataron de humillarme y nunca les baje los guante |
| Y Ahora les fronteo porque estoy duro y alante |
| Tirenme si quieren yo como, duermo y chicho |
| Que mas voy a escribir si ya todo yo lo he dicho |
| Millonario a los veinte yo canto por capricho |
| En esto del palabreo tienen que mamarme el bicho |
| No me ronquen en la season si no llegan a Play Off |
| Tu eres una cucaracha, yo te baño en off |
| Ponganme la corona con diamantes y rubies |
| Pal que el burro no se caiga por correo no lo envies |
| Se martilla, se chambea, pero poquito jalan |
| Los sacamos de equilibrio aunque anden en new balance |
| Ronque lo que ronque y ande con quien ande |
| Yo sere menor pero la calle me hizo grande |
| Donde yo piso tiemblan |
| Me llevo toa las hembras |
| Tengo los nervios de acero |
| Una 4.0 que no esta pa jodiendas |
| No fue que naci, la calle me hizo |
| Empezamo de abajo, yo sali del piso |
| No fue que naci, la calle me hizo |
| Empezamo de abajo, yo sali del piso |
| No me la disfrace, me quede con el case |
| Los punto y los guisos… |
| Donde yo piso tiemblan aunque no tengan prueba en escena |
| Los casquillo, la 40 son los que me chotean |
| Sigo ileso me han tirao un par de veces en el expreso |
| Termino pisandole la cara con las Jordan retro |
| Diablo Rasta es el fronteo sigo vivo y bajo deo |
| Quien puede contra los lobos y la sociedad del dinero |
| Ustedes estan pegao y no los veo |
| Ando con los menores y te mueres si te apuntan con el deo |
| Poderoso como RealG4Life baby |
| Los mas duro en esto Gringo y Benny Benni |
| Rasta la botella de champagne que se destapa |
| Cuesta mas que las cadenas tuyas bañada en lata |
| No me gusta frontiar pero Benny dice que esta se vale |
| Asi que voy a contarte par de historia de mi brother Ale |
| Cuando andabamos en el Porsche colorao, bien asicalao |
| Con el Sound Roof esplallao, bien almoroliao |
| Con las Jordan retro que pa esos tiempos no eran retro |
| Eran nuevas, sino con las ouclut y con las chanclas teva |
| Sino con el playero, los corto y las flowho |
| Tu rapeton todavia se escucha flojo |
| Tranquilo papo que toito cambia |
| Dale rewind al casette y ponte humolandia |
| Mis respeto pal DJ Negro y el Vico |
| Que yo sepa ese es el mas duro en Puerto Rico |
| Cierre el pico muchacho que esto es a lo loco |
| Aqui to el mundo mete mano, aqui nadie es ñoko |
| Y mala mia por si me emboco |
| Pero el nombre que esta corriendo por ahi es el del Broko |
| La calle me hizo y me gradue con honores |
| Desde el underground soy uno de los mejores |
| Me crie entre los puntos, rifles con los tambores |
| Vacilando con gatas de todo los colores |
| Un dia en el hotel otro en el caserio |
| No queria problema siempre estaba en mi lio |
| Estuve en un tiempo retirao y perdio |
| Y mirenme ahora el genero es mio |
| Millone en la red, las radio se alborotan |
| Mato con los videos los conciertos explotan |
| Cual es mi inspiracion?, ahi esta el detalle |
| No me hizo una disquera, a mi me hizo la calle |
| Las concord low |
| Cerquillo y el blow |
| Botella e Black Label |
| Marimba al flabel y me siento slow |
| El carro asicala’o |
| Pulio y brilla’o |
| Ando con Seis cadenas |
| La cartera llena, Ya toy volau |
| Donde yo piso tiemblan |
| Me gano toa la hembra |
| Tengo nervio de acero |
| Una 4.0 que no esta pa jodiendas |
| No fue que naci, la calle me hizo |
| Empezamo de abajo, yo sali del piso |
| No me la disfrace, me quede con el case |
| Los punto y los guisos… |
| Soy el dueño del movimiento, musicalmente soy un experto |
| Lo mio es sumar pana mio yo nunca resto |
| Tengo toa las retro, controlo el area metro |
| Y tengo socios en la isla mi herma que son de respeto |
| A las shortys se lo meto despues ni les contesto |
| No quiero tipas Psico que pongan veinte pretexto |
| Botellas de blue label, los philly y las endo |
| De humilde presupuesto, y el que ronque lo acuesto |
| Le doy un call al boss y que baje toa las prendas |
| El Rolex endiamantoa, pa que me entienda |
| Yo vengo de abajo y me quede con toa la tienda |
| Y tengo un par de localcito que me estan pagando rentas |
| Y yo sigo aqui… |
| Y no pienso dejarla caer eh, eh |
| Mis viejos me enseñaron Wo oh oh |
| A nunca retroceder… |
| (Ladies And Gentleman) |
| Otro palo mas es Yankee Sterium plo, plo |
| Hasta un muerto resucita para escuchar mi 16 |
| Quien ha matao los dos Millenium? |
| plo, plo |
| Voa revelarle mi secreto yo vengo desde el space |
| Socorro, soy el panico, gritos a chorro |
| Un objeto no identificado impacto pueltorro |
| Se apodero del mundo porque era necessary |
| Cuenta la historia de un fenomeno llamado Daddy |
| Alice Parkinson, leyenda en el microphone |
| Bajando los progamas a estos bichotes de Microsoft |
| Satelite del case estas peor que un G.P.S |
| Se pasan llevando y trayendo soliciten J.P.S |
| Con Cuatro barras le mandaron pal casco (Uno menos) |
| Quedan Tres y a ese le dieron al clavo con todo lleno |
| Faltan Dos Y a Uno de ellos papa dios le dio el aviso |
| De ese grupo queda uno a mi la calle me hizo |
| Esto es solo un comienzo, del Tres Dos Mil Uno, Cinco |
| Garantizado voy a dejar Dos o Tres trinco, frizado |
| Amarrese las bota soldado |
| Que este año si que vengo virado |
| Mueka bota el philly que estamos fumando Baxy, relaxy |
| En la parte atras del taxy |
| Manhattan, Paseando por el Brooklyn Brige |
| Te pillamos en Nueva York y te apagamos el Switche |
| Home boy, seguimos en el tope a galope |
| No hay un party que se escocote |
| Promotores aseguren su dinero, primero |
| Que cuando explote en Enero salieron su recupero |
| Muy facil, el que los contabiliza |
| Dicen que Cosculluela no escribe, improvisa |
| Pero nadie se atreva a cruzar la raya |
| Porque vaya pa donde vaya |
| No hay un huracan que tumbe esta muralla. |
| El Princi |
| El Cere Uh Uh |
| El Mueka, Brrr |
| Segui, El Productor |
| Y Recuerda Que… |
| Rotweillas Inc. Men |
| La Historia De Este Genero |
| LG, Da One |
| Si Tu La Conoces (Da Boss) |
| El Princi |
| Dicta Que Solo Un Personaje |
| Dimelo Benni |
| Lo Hizo La Brea |
| Impre… |
| Cris G |
| La Jodienda |
| SK Records |
| (translation) |
| I followed |
| The most who writes remember |
| the concord low |
| fringe and blow |
| Bottle and Black Label |
| Marimba to the flabel and I feel slow |
| The asicala'o car |
| Polished and shined |
| I walk with six chains |
| The wallet is full, I'm already flying |
| Where I tremble |
| I win all the female |
| I have a nerve of steel |
| A 4.0 that is not for fucking |
| It wasn't that I was born, the street made me |
| We started from the bottom, I left the floor |
| I did not dress it up, I kept the case |
| The points and the stews… |
| Mr. controversy is back |
| laramercy |
| The day I die let my jersey go up |
| 23 from the Bulls, not Jorda's at wizards |
| The hanger is so full that a shirt does not fit |
| There are no mahomes to be a jogger and two hundred sneakers |
| Who is the most that writes, that Benny appears in Google |
| Who could defend us if the chapulin died |
| Well get hooked Two short, Six combs, the magazine |
| The girls love me, the men criticize |
| The street made me the singers itch |
| There's a deluge of money like Noah's ark |
| I have no blood in my body I am full of Möet |
| I'm in the machine, a bastard outburst |
| When I smoke I change the lyrics to this song (Hahaha) |
| You know that I'm from the street, there are whores and a pistol |
| That I remember when the event was lying around |
| And now I have KTM, Yekiti and Gallo 500 |
| They tried to humiliate me and I never let them down |
| And now I front them because I'm hard and front |
| Throw me if you want I eat, sleep and boy |
| What else am I going to write if I have already said everything |
| Millionaire at twenty I sing on a whim |
| In this talk they have to suck the bug |
| Don't snore me in the season if you don't make it to Play Off |
| You are a cockroach, I bathe you in off |
| Crown me with diamonds and rubies |
| Pal that the donkey does not fall by mail do not send it |
| It is hammered, it is chambea, but they pull a little |
| We take them out of balance even if they are in a new balance |
| Snore what you snore and walk with whoever you walk with |
| I may be smaller but the street made me great |
| Where I tremble |
| I take all the females |
| I have nerves of steel |
| A 4.0 that is not for fucking |
| It wasn't that I was born, the street made me |
| We started from the bottom, I left the floor |
| It wasn't that I was born, the street made me |
| We started from the bottom, I left the floor |
| I did not dress it up, I kept the case |
| The points and the stews… |
| Where I stand they tremble even though they have no proof on the scene |
| The caps, the 40 are the ones that joke with me |
| I'm still unharmed, they threw me a couple of times on the express |
| I end up stepping on his face with the retro Jordans |
| Devil Rasta is the fronteo I'm still alive and under deo |
| Who can against the wolves and the money society |
| You are stuck and I don't see you |
| I walk with minors and you die if they point their finger at you |
| Powerful like RealG4Life baby |
| The hardest in this Gringo and Benny Benni |
| Rasta the bottle of champagne that is uncorked |
| It costs more than the chains of yours bathed in a can |
| I don't like frontiar but Benny says this one is okay |
| So I'm going to tell you a couple of stories about my brother Ale |
| When we were in the Porsche colorao, well assail |
| With the Sound Roof esplallao, well almoroliao |
| With the retro Jordans that for those times were not retro |
| They were new, but with the ouclut and with the teva flip flops |
| But with the beach, the short and the flowho |
| Your rapeton still sounds weak |
| Calm down dad, everything changes |
| Rewind the cassette and get smokey |
| My respect for DJ Negro and Vico |
| To my knowledge that is the hardest in Puerto Rico |
| Shut up boy, this is crazy |
| Everyone puts their hand here, nobody here is ñoko |
| And my bad in case I get stuck |
| But the name that is running around is that of Broko |
| The street made me and I graduated with honors |
| From the underground I'm one of the best |
| I was raised between the points, rifles with the drums |
| Hesitating with cats of all colors |
| One day in the hotel another in the farmhouse |
| I didn't want a problem, I was always in my mess |
| I was in a retired time and lost |
| And look at me now the gender is mine |
| Million on the net, the radios riot |
| I kill with the videos the concerts explode |
| What is my inspiration?, there is the detail |
| A label didn't make me, the street made me |
| the concord low |
| fringe and blow |
| Bottle and Black Label |
| Marimba to the flabel and I feel slow |
| The asicala'o car |
| Polished and shined |
| I walk with six chains |
| The wallet is full, I'm already flying |
| Where I tremble |
| I win all the female |
| I have a nerve of steel |
| A 4.0 that is not for fucking |
| It wasn't that I was born, the street made me |
| We started from the bottom, I left the floor |
| I did not dress it up, I kept the case |
| The points and the stews… |
| I own the movement, musically I'm an expert |
| My thing is to add, my friend, I never rest |
| I have all the retro, I control the metro area |
| And I have partners on the island, my sister, who are respectful |
| I put it to the shortys later and I don't even answer them |
| I don't want Psycho types who put twenty excuses |
| Bottles of blue label, the philly and the endo |
| With a humble budget, and whoever snores I put him to bed |
| I give a call to the boss and have him lower all the clothes |
| The Rolex endiamantoa, so that you understand me |
| I come from below and I stay with the whole store |
| And I have a couple of small shops that are paying me rent |
| And I'm still here… |
| And I'm not going to drop it huh, huh |
| My old folks taught me Wo oh oh |
| To never back down... |
| (Ladies And Gentlemen) |
| Yet another suit is Yankee Sterium plo, plo |
| Even a dead man rises to listen to my 16 |
| Who has killed the two Millenium? |
| plo plo |
| I'm going to reveal my secret to you, I come from space |
| Help, I'm the panic, screams gushing |
| An unidentified object hit piggyback |
| He took over the world because it was necessary |
| It tells the story of a phenomenon called Daddy |
| Alice Parkinson, legend on the microphone |
| Downloading the programs to these Microsoft bugs |
| Satellite of the case you are worse than a G.P.S |
| They spend carrying and bringing request J.P.S |
| With four bars they sent him to the helmet (One less) |
| There are three left and they hit the nail on the head with everything full |
| Two are missing And to one of them, God gave him the notice |
| Of that group there is one left to me the street made me |
| This is just a start, from Three Two Thousand One, Five |
| Guaranteed I'm going to leave Two or Three trinco, fried |
| tie your boots soldier |
| That this year if I come turned |
| Mueka throws away the philly we're smoking Baxy, relaxy |
| In the back of the taxy |
| Manhattan, Walking along the Brooklyn Bridge |
| We caught you in New York and we turned off your Switch |
| Home boy, we're still at the top at a gallop |
| There is no party that cleavage |
| Promoters secure your money, first |
| That when it exploded in January its recovery came out |
| Very easy, the one who counts them |
| They say that Cosculluela does not write, he improvises |
| But nobody dares to cross the line |
| Because wherever you go |
| There is no hurricane that will knock down this wall. |
| The princi |
| The Cere Uh Uh |
| The Mueka, Brrr |
| Follow, The Producer |
| And remember that… |
| Rotweillas Inc. Men |
| The History Of This Genre |
| LG, Da One |
| If You Know Her (Da Boss) |
| The princi |
| Dictates That Only One Character |
| tell me benni |
| La Brea did it |
| print… |
| Chris G |
| the fucking |
| SK Records |
| Name | Year |
|---|---|
| Te Boté II ft. Wisin, Yandel, Casper Magico | 2018 |
| Hoy Se Bebe ft. Farruko | 2015 |
| El Perdon | 2015 |
| Gasolina | 2004 |
| Esa Boquita | 2019 |
| Solo a solas ft. Maluma | 2017 |
| Ten Cuidado ft. Farruko, IAMCHINO, El Alfa | 2021 |
| No Quiero Saber de Ti | 2020 |
| Despacito ft. Daddy Yankee | 2019 |
| Yo Voy ft. Daddy Yankee | 2014 |
| Ella Se Contradice ft. Baby Rasta, GRiNGO | 2009 |
| Body Good ft. Nicky Jam | 2019 |
| Baila Mami ft. Pusho, Benny Benni | 2021 |
| Madura ft. Bad Bunny | 2018 |
| El Party Me Llama ft. Nicky Jam | 2011 |
| Gasolina (with Pitbull, Lil Jon, Noriega, Dj Buddha) ft. Pitbull, Lil Jon, Noriega | 2016 |
| La Cura | 2020 |
| Luna ft. Cosculluela, Justin Quiles | 2022 |
| Con Calma ft. Snow | 2019 |
| Adicta | 2014 |
Lyrics of the artist's songs: Nicky Jam
Lyrics of the artist's songs: J Alvarez
Lyrics of the artist's songs: Farruko
Lyrics of the artist's songs: Daddy Yankee
Lyrics of the artist's songs: Cosculluela
Lyrics of the artist's songs: Baby Rasta