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Description
From the very first seconds, it's as if you've stepped into a noisy street attraction, where the music pounds in your chest and the words are like bursts of fireworks. The mixture of bravado and everyday observations sounds as if life is an eternal feria, where you have to keep your back straight, even if your head is bowed to check that your sneakers aren't dirty.
The rhythm has a steely nerve: the memory of those who started from scratch and the confidence of those who no longer play by someone else's rules. There is no place here for weak fish - only sharks, only those who remember the price of success and are not afraid to burn the night in search of their piece of the pie.
And yet, beneath the layer of bragging, a strange warmth emerges: toasts to those who wish for failure, victories that hurt no less than defeats, and laughter that sounds louder than bullets. A dance on the edge, where each verse is another medal on the chest and another scar under the skin.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Hello G, once again.
Miky, hit again.
Yeah.
-Recycle J dice. -Ah.
El Bejote.
Aquí a lo maquinita le activamos el test de CAP ya. Van de duros y como unas
McBurger se escachan. No me tiembla el pulso, estoy en racha.
Si me ven con la cabeza gacha solo es para ver si se me manchan los tenis de Eny.
No pregunto how many. Tú tienes un culo heavy que no te caben los Levi's.
Le vi, le di, yo siempre estoy ready. One, two, three, for real, no me cuenten la peli.
Yeah. Roque Perejil, en la feria crecí. Si la carne es débil, soy de marfil.
-Yeah, yeah.
-Me junté con el Bejito por el 2010 y pico y con Miky, su primito, de Puerto Rico a Madrid, yeah.
Un cordón al cuello y uno que me una a su ombligo. Pulsar de metálico, parece que me oxido.
Ese se viró y solo es un seguidor. El tiburón no nada con pececitos.
-Miky, wow. -Compararse conmigo está en el gare.
A las babies esta gente las tengo en cuatro diciendo: "Og, no pares".
Yo le digo: "Mami, come fuck with me, you know I got it".
Después que le doy me voy caminando como Jeff Jarrett. Costeao, tío. De PR la subí pa' Spain.
She wanna lick my lollipop, me siento linguete.
Estoy haciendo que el dinero llueva, make it rain. A este Spider le clavo ma' Mary Jane.
Aterrizando por Europa, ando con la tropa. Mi herma, cuando toca, toca, amárrate las botas.
Los dientes son los que pagan por tu pelaboca. Te caíste boca, misión cumplida.
Salud, brindemos, alcen la copa.
-Dime. -Salud.
-Brindemos por. . . -¿Por qué?
Toda esa gente que quisieran ver. . .
-No -Nuestra cabeza donde van los pies.
No los veo de acá arriba, esto es otra liga.
Tú lo que ves de día anda por tu zona dando una ronda preventiva. Si te pillamos te vamos a poner a dormir como John Lee con
Machida. Estoy puesto pa' los negocios, salí de abajo y eso nunca se me olvida.
No, no soy uno más del montón. Les fumo por el pecho porque no son de corazón.
Vívete la movie, pero qué vas a hacer cuando te descabrone el guion. Me tomo el
Red Bull con el Henny, ella es española y me la llevé pa'l calentón.
Soy la minyamales y abrió la defensa y pa' dentro el balón.
Wow. Recycle díceselo. Resto desde que nací. Running in the camera zone.
Si hablo del triunfo no es por su ceiling. Yo soy cabeza ratón, de San Isidro pa' Beverly
Hills. Uh, uh. Que es una raya más pa' un tiguerón.
Un no te vayas, un puto perdón. Sangre en la arena y honor. Este dolor no se me quita, mi amor.
Una medalla más pa'l corredor. Tirar la toalla nunca fue opción, no.
Uh.
A tu piba todas las noches le duele la cabeza.
-¿Por qué será?
-Cada vez que arrancas el coche se rompe -una pieza. -¿Por qué será?
No creo en la casualidad. Si eres malo, pues eres malo y ya.
Yo busco lo mío, tú estás to' perdido. No sales del nido y ya quieres volar, wow.
Brillo como un diamond. Visión tres sesenta, camaleón. Vuelo por encima como un pájaro, ey, ey.
¿Por qué las pizzas son redondas, se venden en cajas cuadradas y se comen en triángulos?
¿Por qué si ten preguntas sin respuestas y aun así tú sigues preguntándolo?
Sí.
The little G once again. Ey, Miky, hit again.
Hoy andamos por Spain. Un filicito.
Ja. Red Bull con Henny, you already know. Ja.
Deja ventilar, cabrón.
English translation
Hello G, once again.
Miky, hit again.
Yeah.
-Recycle J says. -Ah.
The Bejote.
Here we activate the CAP test using the machine now. They are tough and like
McBurger are sneaky. My pulse doesn't tremble, I'm on a roll.
If they see me with my head down it's only to see if my Eny tennis shoes get stained.
I don't ask how many. You have a heavy ass that Levi's can't fit into.
I saw him, I gave him, I am always ready. One, two, three, for real, don't tell me the movie.
Yeah. Roque Perejil, I grew up at the fair. If the flesh is weak, I am made of ivory.
-Yeah, yeah.
-I got together with Bejito around 2010 or so and with Miky, his little cousin, from Puerto Rico to Madrid, yeah.
A cord around the neck and one that joins me to his navel. Metallic pulsar, it seems like I'm rusting.
That one turned around and he's just a follower. The shark does not swim with little fish.
-Miky, wow. -Comparing yourself to me is wrong.
I have these babies on four saying: "Og, don't stop."
I tell her: "Mommy, come fuck with me, you know I got it."
After I hit it I walk away like Jeff Jarrett. Costeao, man. From PR I uploaded it to Spain.
She wanna lick my lollipop, I feel linguete.
I'm making money rain, make it rain. This Spider really nails Mary Jane.
Landing in Europe, I am with the troops. My brother, when it's time, time, tie your boots.
The teeth are what pay for your hair. You fell flat, mission accomplished.
Cheers, let's toast, raise your glass.
-Tell me. -Health.
-Let's toast. . . -Because?
All those people they would like to see. . .
-No -Our head where our feet go.
I don't see them up here, this is another league.
What you see during the day is walking around your area doing a preventive round. If we catch you we're going to put you to sleep like John Lee with
Machida. I'm set for business, I came out of the bottom and I never forget that.
No, I'm not one of the crowd. I smoke through their chests because they don't have heart.
Live the movie, but what are you going to do when the script breaks you? I take the
Red Bull with Henny, she is Spanish and I took her to the heat.
I am the Minyamales and I opened the defense and got the ball in.
Wow. Recycle tell them. Rest since I was born. Running in the camera zone.
If I talk about the triumph it is not because of its ceiling. I am a mouse head, from San Isidro to Beverly
Hills. Uh-uh. Which is one more line for a tiguerón.
Don't go, fucking sorry. Blood in the sand and honor. This pain won't go away, my love.
One more medal for the runner. Throwing in the towel was never an option, no.
Uhh.
Your girl has a headache every night.
-Why would it be?
-Every time you start the car it breaks -a piece. -Why would it be?
I don't believe in coincidence. If you're bad, then you're bad and that's it.
I'm looking for what's mine, you're all lost. You don't leave the nest and already want to fly, wow.
Shine like a diamond. Vision three sixty, chameleon. I fly overhead like a bird, hey, hey.
Why are pizzas round, sold in square boxes, and eaten in triangles?
Why do you have questions without answers and yet you keep asking?
Yes.
The little G once again. Hey, Miky, hit again.
Today we are walking through Spain. A little file.
Ha. Red Bull with Henny, you already know. Ha.
Let it vent, bastard.