More songs by Anuel AA
Description
Home is an arena where love is served with a side of anger and champagne: screams can be heard behind the wall, laughter somewhere nearby, and passion smells as if danger lurks behind it. Here, angels and demons share the sofa, sex becomes a means of revenge, and the neighbor's ears become an unnecessary judge. Everything sounds loud, as if the night city has decided to eavesdrop on the family drama and applaud it at the same time.
Inside, there is a contradiction: pride and street code intertwine with promises of “I'll build everything for you,” while the truth flickers like a neon sign in the middle of a puddle. The irony is that dreams of luxury coexist with real wounds, and the beat stubbornly reminds us that it is possible to love and destroy at the same time. Harsh, passionate, and desperately human - so much so that you want to both feel sorry and dance to the beat.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Real hasta la muerte.
Do- ángele' y demonio' tú y yo.
Diabla, dime qué nos pasó.
Antes solíamos estar chingando siempre. Hoy día mantenemo' peleando.
Pero no hay na' má' hija 'e puta que el sexo en venganza.
Porque dime tú de ti quién puñeta' se cansa.
Se escuchan tus grito' por toda la casa.
Pelea' y chingadera' tras amenaza'.
Los vecino' se preguntan qué e' lo que pasa, es que somo' loco' en casa.
Una vez estaba tira'o pa'trá' en El Castillo, ya tú sabe', en el maiz, fumando con el corillo.
Y la baby me mandó un texto diciéndome que ya está cansá' de to' esto. Primero es la marihuana, segundo son los pana'.
En ver la mujer, guapo, haz lo que te da la gana.
A vece' escondo mi pistola de ti en otro cuarto pensando que ere' capaz de darme un tiro en el casco, bebé.
Yo no sé má' pa' dónde este bote se reman, no es que me olvide de ti cuando Cristina quema.
Pero tiene' que entender que esa e' mi nena. Ojo' verde', pelo violeta, ella está buena, ma.
Y óyeme, ma, escucha mi lema: yo soy feo y el que juega con fuego se quema.
La morla que tiene le estoy yo grabando, pero está pensando que tengo a otra mamando.
Do- ángele' y demonio' tú y yo.
Diabla, dime qué nos pasó.
Antes solíamos estar chingando siempre.
Hoy día mantenemo' peleando.
Pero no hay na' má' hija 'e puta que el sexo en venganza.
Porque dime tú de ti quién puñeta' se cansa.
Se escuchan tus grito' por toda la casa.
Pelea' y chingadera' tras amenaza'.
Los vecino' se preguntan qué e' lo que pasa, es que somo' loco' en casa.
Otra ve', otro día, otra noche en Miami.
Máscara negra, ropa negra, gafas negras, mami.
Mami siempre anda sin decirle na' al dueño y ahora maquinando en el carro de una moña. Así es la vida cuando meno' están fallando.
Es que tu pareja piensa que estás traicionando.
No es mentira, contigo me siento cabrón, pero a vece' jodiendo no deja ni enrolar un blunt.
Y me dice: "Hija 'e puta, tú lo que ere' e' un cabrón. Tú me tiene' aborrecía', tú me tiene' en depresión".
Y yo le digo que el tiempo a mí me va a dar to'a la razón.
Cuando yo me case contigo y te regale una mansión y te dé una par de Jeep y otro carro más cabrón.
Ahora tiene' lo que viste un día en la televisión. Cuando cumplí tu sueño nunca existía ni como son.
Somo' de calle y lo digo con orgullo en el corazón.
Y si quiero me quedo improvisando to'a la canción y no repito el coro porque ahora el de ti está más cabrón.
Porque ahora el de ti está más cabrón.
No traiciones pa' que nunca aprenda' a pedir perdón.
Uah. Porque ahí sí van a escuchar los grito' en la casa.
Pelea' y chingadera' tras amenaza'.
Los vecino' se preguntan qué e' lo que pasa, es que somo' loco' en casa.
Oh, oh, oh, oh. Real hasta la muerte, baby.
Real hasta la muerte, baby.
Uah, uah, uah, baby.
Real y Mejores.
Lo' Illuminati, ¿oíste bebé?
English translation
Real until death.
Do- angele' and demonio' you and me.
Devil, tell me what happened to us.
Before we used to always be fucking. Today we keep fighting.
But there is nothing more daughter and whore than revenge sex.
Because tell me who the hell gets tired of you.
Your screams can be heard throughout the house.
Fight' and shit' after threat'.
The neighbors wonder what's going on, it's that we're crazy at home.
Once I was lying around in El Castillo, you know, in the corn, smoking with the group.
And the baby sent me a text telling me that she's tired of all this. First is marijuana, second are pana'.
See the woman, handsome, do whatever you want.
Sometimes I hide my gun from you in another room thinking you're capable of shooting me in the helmet, baby.
I don't know where this boat is rowed anymore, it's not that I forget about you when Cristina burns.
But you have to understand that this is my baby. Green eyes, violet hair, she's hot, ma.
And listen to me, ma, listen to my motto: I am ugly and he who plays with fire gets burned.
The chick he has, I'm recording him, but he's thinking that I have someone else sucking him.
Do- angele' and demonio' you and me.
Devil, tell me what happened to us.
Before we used to always be fucking.
Today we keep fighting.
But there is nothing more daughter and whore than revenge sex.
Because tell me who the hell gets tired of you.
Your screams can be heard throughout the house.
Fight' and shit' after threat'.
The neighbors wonder what's going on, it's that we're crazy at home.
Another time, another day, another night in Miami.
Black mask, black clothes, black glasses, mommy.
Mommy always walks around without saying anything to the owner and now she's scheming in the car of a monkey. That's life when at least they are failing.
It's just that your partner thinks you're cheating.
It's not a lie, with you I feel like a bastard, but sometimes when you're fucking around you don't even let me roll a blunt.
And he tells me: "Daughter and a bitch, what you are is a bastard. You have me 'hated', you have me' in depression."
And I tell you that time will prove me completely right.
When I marry you and give you a mansion and give you a couple of Jeeps and another badass car.
Now you have what you saw one day on television. When I fulfilled your dream it never existed even as it is.
We are from the street and I say it with pride in my heart.
And if I want, I'll just improvise the entire song and not repeat the chorus because now yours is even more stupid.
Because now yours is even more stupid.
Don't betray me so that I never learn to ask for forgiveness.
Uah. Because there they will hear the screams in the house.
Fight' and shit' after threat'.
The neighbors wonder what's going on, it's that we're crazy at home.
Oh, oh, oh, oh. Real to death, baby.
Real to death, baby.
Uah, uah, uah, baby.
Real and Better.
The Illuminati, did you hear baby?