Lyrics of La Calle Sigue - yung beef, Sou El Flotador, Steve Lean

La Calle Sigue (original)

Steve Lean
Dímelo Esteban, Pablito
Yung Beef, baby (Uh)
Dímelo Sou, Flotador
Dímelo Gold
La Vendición, la Vendición (Shishi Gang)
Mala fama, buena vida
Sabes que somos los mismos
Nadie es más que nadie
Yo tenía un panita que le di mi amor, pero se viró
Aquí se trabaja y él no madrugó, no se adineró
Da dolor de cabeza traer pan a la mesa, no sea' ridículo
Que el maleanteo no para, se para tu corazón
La calle sigue, el que se va eres tú
Y es que en la calle nadie salió bien
Y es que ca' día es un regalo
Me caí, me he levanta’o
Me he levanta’o y me he vuelto a caer
Puta, yo no vendo el alma
Y aunque aún no la has vendi’o
To’s sabemos que la va' a vender
Tú no ere' el plug, tú eres costumer, tú está' postural
Kefta Boyz en la esquina como póstere'
Como loco Street Fighter tengo póstere'
Tengo un backstage privado y cóctele'
Y a los Mossos tirándole cóctele'
Son rico estoy con lo' apóstole', gang
Y aunque coma al Foster
Tengo a tu puta en mi roster
La tengo comiendo oyster
Soy underground como oyster
Tú, tienes que pagar los coste'
La quiero pura, loco, no la corte'
Vender la droga aquí e' un deporte
Sé que lo mete que no te deporte'
Si estás mal po' hazte un polte
Up and downs, baby, hazte un polte
Yo tenía un panita que le di mi amor, pero se viró
Aquí se trabaja y él no madrugó, no se adineró
Da dolor de cabeza traer pan a la mesa, no sea' ridículo
Que el maleanteo no para, se para tu corazón
La calle sigue, el que se va eres tú
Y es que en la calle nadie sale bien
Y es que ca' día es un regalo
Me caí, me he levanta’o
Me he levantado y me he vuelto a caer
Más fama, más enemigo'
Más puta', más guerra, más sangre
Más fama, más enemigo'
Le damos calambre a to' el que se alambre
Dale mamá, buena vida y tú muriéndote de hambre
Le damos calambre a to' el que se alambre
No juegues conmigo
Si jodes conmigo te vamo' a matar
Me ha surgi’o un testigo
Le mando y abrigo que te dejen sin un respiro
Los puertos son míos
El lean nunca falta y pa' la calle el trío
En la cabina los rifle', diamante' en el cuello flow Migos
Mando a uno, ahora lo mando to' al reguero
En la calle soy una leyenda
En la vida dicen que yo brego
Mala fama buena vida
Con mis ojos colora’os yo me muero
Fumando negro en la calle como Don y Tego
Yo tenía un panita que le di mi amor, pero se viró (Ohh)
Aquí se trabaja y él no madrugó, no se adineró
Da dolor de cabeza traer pan a la mesa, no sea' ridículo (Fuck)
Que el maleanteo no para, se para tu corazón (Trra)
La calle sigue, el que se va eres tú (Dímelo, Sou)
Y es que en la calle nadie sale bien
Yo me caí, me he levanta’o
Me caí, me he levanta’o
Me levanto y no volví a caer
Sou
Dímelo, Sou
Mr Fly
De Madrid a PR
Yung Beef (Qué)
Ja!
(Haha)
Shorty, come play
El hijo 'e puta no es boss (Qué)
Mala fama, buena vida (Dímelo, Eli)
Siempre en el aire
Nunca en el piso
Nunca en el fuckin' floor
Ja!
Gold Goons
Steve Lean, Steve Lean, Steve Lean…

(translation)

Steve Lee
Tell me Esteban, Pablito
Yung Beef, baby (Uh)
Tell me Sou, Float
tell me gold
The Selling, The Selling (Shishi Gang)
Bad fame, good life
you know we are the same
No one is more than anyone
I had a panita that I gave her my love, but she turned around
Here you work and he didn't get up early, he didn't get rich
It gives you a headache to bring bread to the table, don't be ridiculous
That the thug does not stop, your heart stops
The street goes on, the one who leaves is you
And it is that in the street nobody went well
And it is that every day is a gift
I fell, I got up
I have got up and I have fallen again
Bitch, I don't sell my soul
And although you haven't sold it yet
We all know that he is going to sell it
You are not the plug, you are a costumer, you are' postural
Kefta Boyz in the corner as a poster
Like crazy Street Fighter I have a poster
I have a private backstage and cocktails'
And the Mossos throwing cocktails at him
They are rich I'm with the 'apostle', gang
And even if he eats Foster
I have your bitch on my roster
I have her eating oyster
I'm underground like oyster
You, you have to pay the cost'
I want her pure, crazy, don't cut her
Selling the drug here is a sport
I know that he puts it that he doesn't deport you'
If you're sick po' make yourself a polte
Up and downs, baby, make yourself a pole
I had a panita that I gave him my love, but he turned around
Here you work and he didn't get up early, he didn't get rich
It gives you a headache to bring bread to the table, don't be ridiculous
That the thug does not stop, your heart stops
The street goes on, the one who leaves is you
And it is that in the street nobody comes out well
And it is that every day is a gift
I fell, I got up
I have risen and I have fallen again
More fame, more enemy'
More bitch, more war, more blood
More fame, more enemy'
We give cramp to whoever is wired
Dale mom, good life and you starving
We give cramp to whoever is wired
Do not mess with me
If you fuck with me we're going to kill you
A witness has emerged for me
I command and shelter you to be left without a break
the ports are mine
The lean is never lacking and the trio is for the street
In the cabin the rifles', diamond' in the neck flow Migos
I send one, now I send it all to the mess
On the street I'm a legend
In life they say that I struggle
Bad fame, good life
With my red eyes I die
Smoking black in the street like Don and Tego
I had a panita that I gave him my love, but he turned around (Ohh)
Here you work and he didn't get up early, he didn't get rich
It gives a headache to bring bread to the table, don't be ridiculous (Fuck)
That the thug does not stop, your heart stops (Trra)
The street goes on, the one who is leaving is you (Tell me, Sou)
And it is that in the street nobody comes out well
I fell, I got up
I fell, I got up
I get up and I did not fall again
Sou
tell me sou
Mr Fly
From Madrid to PR
Yung Beef (What)
Ha!
(Haha)
Shorty, come play
The son of a bitch is not the boss (what)
Bad fame, good life (Tell me, Eli)
always in the air
never on the floor
Never on the fuckin' floor
Ha!
Gold Goons
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