Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Son, artist - Santa Fe Klan.
Date of issue: 03.10.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: Spanish
No Son(original) |
Sé que la vida locota es muy corta |
Y por eso siempre mando a la verga al chota |
No me embarro entre la mierda, ladran, pero a mí qué me importa |
Si ando componiendo con la Santa y toques de mota |
Pa' bailar taneaba solo, bro |
Al gallo hay que quemarlo, no se quema solo, no |
Pa' bailar taneaba solo, bro |
Al gallo hay que quemarlo, no se quema solo, no |
(Ra-pa-pa-pa) |
Unos mencionan que soy un copión |
Pero así es como mi colonia me enseñó |
De mirar el ejemplo donde creció |
Lo vi, me gustó, crecí entre hip hop |
Hoy todo va por los que comenzaron cuando empecé yo |
No me salga con cuentos que no son (Que no son) |
Tengo discos que solo el barrio conoció |
Tengo amigos que la vida me los convirtió en familia |
Tengo amigos que me echan de menos todo por la envidia |
Tengo un puño de raperos ladrándome todavía |
No salimos en la tele y si salen son las noticias |
(Yeah, yeh, yeh, rah) |
De lo que se vive afuera y de lo que pasa |
Hasta que quede calavera de sustancias |
Yo nada espero porque la vida es prestada |
Yo nada les creo, siento que no vive nada |
Lejos de casa, vamos para arriba |
Nada nos para, todo nos motiva |
Ladran y ladran, de frente no tiran |
Trucha que toda mi bola anda prendida |
Lejos de casa, vamos para arriba |
Nada nos para, todo nos motiva |
Ladran y ladran, de frente no tiran |
Trucha que toda mi bola anda prendida |
Y si supieras cómo estoy viviendo yo |
Tantos chismes nos inventaron y no, no son |
Y si supiera, no anduviera de hocicón |
Se dicen ser reales, pero para mí no son |
Y si supieras cómo estoy viviendo yo |
Tantos chismes nos inventaron y no, no son |
Y si supiera, no anduviera de hocicón |
Se dicen ser reales, pero para mí no son |
(Rah) |
En cortinas te hallo los complejos |
El González por la dere y los contreras como los cangrejos |
Si dejé la escuela fue pa' no perder mi tiempo a lo pendejo |
Como el que piensa que puede de lejos |
Andan generando con mentiras y los dejo |
Porque su palabra son fantasmas como los de Trejo |
Si la mierda flota, ¿para qué me quejo? |
Mejor hasta viejo me festejo, por si un día los dejo |
Yo que tú me alejo si estás a la vista aquí entre cejo |
Pero en realidad no soy nadie pa' dar consejos |
Me la vivo en el disfraz que según ellos me van a quitar |
Pero no sé cuál dirán, ¿será el pellejo? |
(Rah) |
Y es por eso que compito con un pinche espejo |
Pero si un día tomo un consejo |
Créeme que puede venir de everybody |
Pero nunca de mi reflejo |
Mi sueño no fue ser primero y tampoco poder levantar un trofeo |
Solo escribí lo que aprendo, cuidando una meta de altura |
Chaparro como el conejo |
Sé que la vida locota es muy corta |
Y por siempre mando a la verga el chota |
No me embarro entre la mierda, ladran, pero a mí qué me importa |
Si ando componiendo con la Santa y toques de mota |
Pa' bailar taneaba solo, bro |
Al gallo hay que quemarlo, no se quema solo, no |
Pa' bailar taneaba solo, bro |
Al gallo hay que quemarlo, no se quema solo, no |
No suelo hablar de más, solamente lo que es |
Yo sí canto lo real, ven, si tú lo quieres ver |
Acostumbrado a perder, es por eso que hoy gané |
(A huevo) |
Con sudor y sangre, por esto todo dejé |
Las ganas sobraron, el gallo prendido |
En el barrio las rimas fluyeron |
La calle me ha enseñado, los días me forjaron |
Como enfermedad sin remedio |
He perdido familia, amigos, dinero |
He dado todo lo que tengo |
Lo único que me importa es hip hop en banquetas |
(A huevo) |
Y representar donde vengo |
Caminando y relatando, así es cómo la vivo |
Vivo lo que escribo, llevo una vida de grifo |
Nada de esto es hechizo, siguen los pies en el piso |
Miles de falla' en camino y seguimos de aguerridos |
Del barrio salí, pero el barrio lo llevo conmigo |
No quieras contarme, si así yo también he crecido |
La humildad no se ha ido, solo sigo en lo mío |
Solo vivo tranquilo viajando entre el sonido |
Y si supieras cómo estoy viviendo yo |
Tantos chismes nos inventaron y no, no son |
Y si supiera no anduviera de hocicón |
Se dicen ser reales, pero para mí no son |
Y si supieras cómo estoy viviendo yo |
Tantos chismes nos inventaron y no, no son |
Y si supiera no anduviera de hocicón |
Se dicen ser reales, pero para mí no son |
(translation) |
I know that crazy life is very short |
And that's why I always send the chota to hell |
I don't get muddy in the shit, they bark, but what do I care |
If I'm composing with Santa and touches of mota |
To dance I danced alone, bro |
You have to burn the rooster, it doesn't burn by itself, no |
To dance I danced alone, bro |
You have to burn the rooster, it doesn't burn by itself, no |
(Ra-pa-pa-pa) |
Some mention that I am a copycat |
But that's how my cologne taught me |
From looking at the example where he grew up |
I saw it, I liked it, I grew up with hip hop |
Today everything goes for those who started when I started |
Do not leave me with stories that are not (that are not) |
I have records that only the neighborhood knew |
I have friends that life turned into family for me |
I have friends who miss me all because of envy |
Got a fistful of rappers yapping at me still |
We don't appear on TV and if they appear it's the news |
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, rah) |
Of what is lived outside and of what happens |
Until there is a skull of substances |
I expect nothing because life is borrowed |
I don't believe them, I feel that nothing lives |
Away from home, let's go up |
Nothing stops us, everything motivates us |
They bark and bark, they don't shoot from the front |
Trout that all my ball is on |
Away from home, let's go up |
Nothing stops us, everything motivates us |
They bark and bark, they don't shoot from the front |
Trout that all my ball is on |
And if you knew how I'm living |
So many gossips invented us and no, they are not |
And if I knew, I wouldn't walk with a snout |
They say they are real, but for me they are not |
And if you knew how I'm living |
So many gossips invented us and no, they are not |
And if I knew, I wouldn't walk with a snout |
They say they are real, but for me they are not |
(rah) |
In curtains I find you the complexes |
González on the right and the contreras like crabs |
If I dropped out of school it was so I wouldn't waste my time like an asshole |
Like the one who thinks he can from afar |
They are generating with lies and I leave them |
Because his word of him are ghosts like Trejo's |
If shit floats, why am I complaining? |
Better even old I celebrate, in case one day I leave them |
I would walk away if you were in sight here between eyebrows |
But in reality I am nobody to give advice |
I live it in the costume that according to them they are going to take away from me |
But I don't know which one they will say, will it be the skin? |
(rah) |
And that's why I compete with a fucking mirror |
But if one day I take a piece of advice |
Trust me it can come from everybody |
But never from my reflection |
My dream was not to be first and not to be able to lift a trophy |
I only wrote what I learn, taking care of a high goal |
Short as the rabbit |
I know that crazy life is very short |
And forever I send the chota to hell |
I don't get muddy in the shit, they bark, but what do I care |
If I'm composing with Santa and touches of mota |
To dance I danced alone, bro |
You have to burn the rooster, it doesn't burn by itself, no |
To dance I danced alone, bro |
You have to burn the rooster, it doesn't burn by itself, no |
I don't usually talk about more, only what is |
I do sing what is real, come if you want to see it |
Used to losing, that's why I won today |
(Of course) |
With sweat and blood, for this I left everything |
The desire was left over, the rooster on |
In the neighborhood the rhymes flowed |
The street has taught me, the days forged me |
Like a hopeless disease |
I have lost family, friends, money |
I have given all I have |
All I care about is hip hop on sidewalks |
(Of course) |
And represent where I come from |
Walking and narrating, this is how I live it |
I live what I write, I lead a life of a tap |
None of this is spell, they keep their feet on the floor |
Thousands of faults on the way and we continue to be brave |
I left the neighborhood, but I take the neighborhood with me |
Don't want to tell me, if that's how I've grown too |
Humility hasn't gone away, I'm just still on my own |
I only live calmly traveling between the sound |
And if you knew how I'm living |
So many gossips invented us and no, they are not |
And if I knew I wouldn't walk with a snout |
They say they are real, but for me they are not |
And if you knew how I'm living |
So many gossips invented us and no, they are not |
And if I knew I wouldn't walk with a snout |
They say they are real, but for me they are not |