More songs by Cyril Kamer
Description
Composer: Cyril Kamer
Producer: Wallaskii
Mixer: 2000
Mixer: Pablo8amix
Masterer: The Groove
Lyrics and translation
Original
¡Eh, eh!
¡Eh, eh!
Hay muchos mirando los pasos que hago, están esperando a ver si la cago.
Mi vida está llena de los malos tragos y cuando fallo, yo mismo lo pago.
Mi madre me dice: "No pierdas la fe", sigue rezando pa' quitar lo malo.
Sostengo familia, tengo veintitrés, en esta vida no te dan regalos.
Tenemos las cones, tenemos las bendiciones. Como Al Capone, no fallo ni por millones.
Nadie me la pone, nadie me dio para comer.
De los callejones llegamos a las mansiones. Ya me han fallado más de veinte, por eso yo llevo una nueve.
Un mundo lleno de serpientes que se alejan si lo malo llueve.
Yo no sé contar con la gente, yo nunca supe cómo eran las tablas.
Dijeron: "Serán delincuentes", y tristemente creí su palabra. Yo doy la cara, tú das el culo.
Yo soy la para, tú eres un nulo. Mi confianza me hace ver chulo, mis enemigos creando los bulos.
Tengo la cabeza llena de estrés por los problemas que tanto acumulo y muchas veces, aunque tú no lo crees, te están odiando con un disimulo.
Menos gente, más verdad.
Menos gente significa más tranquilidad.
Solamente tuve la opción yo de pelear. Un soldado, yo nací listo pa' guerrear.
Tenemos las cones, tenemos las bendiciones.
Como Al Capone, no fallo ni por millones. Nadie me la pone, nadie me dio para comer.
De los callejones llegamos a las mansiones.
Yo nací solo, no tengo gemelo, nah. Yo no tuve consejo de un abuelo, ah.
Tengo conversaciones con el cielo, yeah. No a mucha gente le llamo fratello, nah.
Killian es Bondy, ahora compramos los Audi. Obras de arte, soy Gaudi, vivimos como los saudis, yeah.
Desde un móvil, esto comenzó de hobby.
Joven leyenda a lo Kobe, West africano, ahora hobby. Tenemos las cones, tenemos las bendiciones.
Como Al Capone, no fallo ni por millones. Nadie me la pone, nadie me dio para comer.
De los callejones llegamos a las mansiones.
English translation
Hey, hey!
Hey, hey!
There are many watching the steps I take, they are waiting to see if I screw up.
My life is full of bad times and when I fail, I pay for it myself.
My mother tells me: "Don't lose faith", keep praying to remove the bad.
I support a family, I'm twenty-three, in this life they don't give you gifts.
We have the cones, we have the blessings. Like Al Capone, I don't fail even by millions.
Nobody gives it to me, nobody gave me to eat.
From the alleys we come to the mansions. More than twenty have already failed me, that's why I have a nine.
A world full of snakes that move away if bad things rain.
I don't know how to count on people, I never knew what the tables were like.
They said, "They will be criminals," and sadly I took their word for it. I show my face, you show your ass.
I am the para, you are a nonentity. My confidence makes me look cool, my enemies creating hoaxes.
My head is full of stress from the problems that I accumulate so much and many times, although you don't believe it, they are secretly hating you.
Less people, more truth.
Less people means more peace of mind.
I only had the option to fight. A soldier, I was born ready to war.
We have the cones, we have the blessings.
Like Al Capone, I don't fail even by millions. Nobody gives it to me, nobody gave me to eat.
From the alleys we come to the mansions.
I was born alone, I don't have a twin, nah. I didn't have advice from a grandfather, ah.
I have conversations with the sky, yeah. Not many people I call fratello, nah.
Killian is Bondy, now we buy the Audis. Works of art, I'm Gaudi, we live like the Saudis, yeah.
From a mobile phone, this started as a hobby.
Young legend like Kobe, West African, now a hobby. We have the cones, we have the blessings.
Like Al Capone, I don't fail even by millions. Nobody gives it to me, nobody gave me to eat.
From the alleys we come to the mansions.