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Description
Vocals: soul
Composer, Lyricist: Mikel Cabello Negrin
Composer, Lyricist: Cyrille Mooh Nana
Producer: SOUL
Composer Lyricist: Mikel Cabello Negrin
Composer Lyricist: Cyrille Mooh Nana
Lyrics and translation
Original
En la calle.
Con los bros en el hood como barrio, yo no necesito sicario.
Me buscan los azules, yo buscando los verdes, acostumbrado pa' mí es como un hobby.
La herramienta debajo del hoodie, las máscaras no son las del covid.
Me buscan los azules, yo buscando los verdes, acostumbrado pa' mí es como un hobby.
La herramienta debajo del hoodie, las máscaras no son las del covid.
Me buscan los azules, yo buscando los verdes, acostumbrado pa' mí es como un hobby.
La herramienta debajo del hoodie, las máscaras no son las del covid.
La, la duda ofende, el único rapero que lo vende.
Yo tengo un peine de los que se extiende, tú la calle no comprendes.
No importa que vista Gucci o Fendi, aquí un menorsito rápido te prende.
A mi corta edad he visto cómo a un amigo le quitan la casa y otro que se mató en la terraza.
Si te noto subidito, voy a sacar a los negros de raza, pa' la sociedad soy una amenaza, yeah.
Con los sangre, los rebelde y los 40, en la ruta del dinero, I got money, wait.
Tiene el culo de Carolina y yo soy tu fake, enemigos los cogemos y no damos break.
Me buscan los azules, yo buscando los verdes, acostumbrado pa' mí es como un hobby. La herramienta debajo del hoodie, las máscaras no son las del covid.
Me buscan los azules, yo buscando los verdes, acostumbrado pa' mí es como un hobby. La herramienta debajo del hoodie, las máscaras no son las del covid.
Voy con la sangre en las tenis, estamos en la jodienda, ven y veni. Jalándole los
López como Jenny, pa' los muertos trae el Henny.
Cabrón, yo me pegué, fue orgánico, cuando ven todo el combo ya están pálidos, manín, eso es el pánico.
Tengo par de palos, no de plástico, te dejamos frío como el Ártico.
No estoy siendo sarcástico, pa' los envidiosos solo hay castigo.
Canarias controlamos todo el -tráfico. -Y no te hablo de autos, mi vida parece el
Gran Tirfauto.
Callado, a los bichotes no los pauto, ustedes dicen nombres, no son cautos.
La calle se demuestra con los actos, la bala suena igual en el impacto, -nigga.
-Ca-caen los casquillos, pero no dejamos rastro, bregando con estrellas porque soy un astro.
Mmm, soy tu papá, no tu -padrastro. -Tres tiros pal pecho, dos pal casco.
Me buscan los azules, yo buscando los verdes, acostumbrado pa' mí es como un hobby. La herramienta debajo del hoodie, las máscaras no son las del covid.
Me buscan los azules, yo buscando los verdes, acostumbrado pa' mí es como un -hobby.
-La herramienta debajo del hoodie, las máscaras no son las del covid.
Yeah!
Con los bros en el hood como barrio, yo no necesito sicario.
Mira, dime, Soul, pone a esta gente a mover la cabeza, de verdad, ¿me entiendes?
De la calle,
Pa' los blockers calentando, nigga. Mira, Aarón, la calle es nuestra, ¡prrra!
English translation
On the street.
With the bros in the hood as a neighborhood, I don't need a hitman.
They look for the blue ones, I look for the green ones, it's like a hobby for me.
The tool under the hoodie, the masks are not the covid ones.
They look for the blue ones, I look for the green ones, it's like a hobby for me.
The tool under the hoodie, the masks are not the covid ones.
They look for the blue ones, I look for the green ones, it's like a hobby for me.
The tool under the hoodie, the masks are not the covid ones.
The, the doubt offends, the only rapper who sells it.
I have one of those combs that extends, you don't understand the street.
It doesn't matter whether you're wearing Gucci or Fendi, here a quick retail will turn you on.
At my young age I have seen how a friend's house was taken away and another who was killed on the terrace.
If I notice you getting angry, I'm going to remove the black people from their race, I'm a threat to society, yeah.
With the blood, the rebels and the 40s, on the money route, I got money, wait.
He has Carolina's ass and I am your fake, enemies we catch them and we don't give a break.
They look for the blue ones, I look for the green ones, it's like a hobby for me. The tool under the hoodie, the masks are not the covid ones.
They look for the blue ones, I look for the green ones, it's like a hobby for me. The tool under the hoodie, the masks are not the covid ones.
I go with blood in my tennis shoes, we are in the mess, come and go. Pulling them
López as Jenny, for the dead he brings Henny.
Bastard, I got hit, it was organic, when they see the whole combo they are already pale, manín, that's panic.
I have a couple of sticks, not plastic, we leave you cold as the Arctic.
I'm not being sarcastic, for the envious there is only punishment.
Canary Islands we control all traffic. -And I'm not talking to you about cars, my life seems like
Great Tyrfauto.
Be quiet, I don't patronize the bugs, you say names, you are not cautious.
The street is demonstrated with actions, the bullet sounds the same on impact, -nigga.
-Ca-the shells fall, but we leave no trace, dealing with stars because I am a star.
Mmm, I'm your dad, not your stepfather. -Three shots for the chest, two for the helmet.
They look for the blue ones, I look for the green ones, it's like a hobby for me. The tool under the hoodie, the masks are not the covid ones.
They look for the blue ones, I look for the green ones, it's like a hobby for me.
-The tool under the hoodie, the masks are not the covid ones.
Yeah!
With the bros in the hood as a neighborhood, I don't need a hitman.
Look, tell me, Soul, it makes these people shake their heads, really, do you understand me?
From the street,
For the blockers warming up, nigga. Look, Aarón, the street is ours, dammit!