More songs by Skinny Flex
Description
Composer: Ibrahim El Harrouni
Producer: Prodzovo
Lyrics and translation
Original
Ando en la mía, lo mío, gracias a Dios salgo de todos los líos.
El brother se mete en el mío, si quieres saber de mí, mira mi bio.
Hacen coro pa' hablar del gangsta, si hago coro yo es pa' hacer pasta.
No confío yo en estos pussies, esa perra se chivó del rasta.
Esta mierda te queda grande, si sabes pensar, ¿a qué llamas bro? Boca chancla parece el. . . , cierra la boca, huele a moho.
Si el Oki dice que te demos, te damos, nigga, say no more.
Van de ganga y compran pistola, que se cargan con aire, bro, like, like, nigga, don't say no more.
Pull up on them and I show you what, niggas is fake, they show fake love.
I pull up on them and I po-po-pop, talk shit on mine, I don't give a fuck.
La cara del drill, la cara del block, piso ocupa, luces, go!
Aquí todos venimos de cero, todos queremos salir del ghetto, todos queremos comprar una casa para la fam y no ser rapero.
La vida me obligó a cambiar, quiero ser de antes, pero ya no puedo.
Últimamente ni sonrío, pensaba que el dolor era pasajero.
¿Pero qué sabrán de la calle? ¿Pero qué sabrán de la calle?
¿Pero qué sabrán de la calle? Ven, que te explico cómo funciona, si no sabes cómo va.
Mi bro no tiene mi apellido, pero su mamá es mi mamá.
Tumbó al elefante, soy una hormiga, en el bando ando con mis niggas.
En el barrio hay muros, yo soy una viga, le meto el pillar directo en la barriga. Clásico como Enrique K, en la portada del FIFA 2004.
Clásico como fumar try escuchando a PNL en el cuarto. Clásico como el Comarit,
Ferry, Marroquí y todos esos barcos, que nos llevaban a la tierra que tenía al otro lado del charco.
No me pico por Internet, esto de las redes no es lo mío, lo personal es personal, por la familia aprieto el gatillo.
En la calle buscaba mi pan, ahora estoy buscando la salida.
Están jurando que me matarán, pero a mí el de arriba es que me cuida. ¿Pero qué sabrán de la calle?
¿Pero qué sabrán de la calle? ¿Pero qué sabrán de la calle?
Ven, que te explico cómo funciona, si no sabes cómo va. Mi bro no tiene mi apellido, pero su mamá es mi mamá.
¿Pero qué sé yo de la calle? ¿Pero qué sé yo de la calle?
¿Pero qué sé yo de la calle?
¿Pero qué sé yo de la calle? ¿Pero qué sé yo de la calle?
English translation
I'm doing my thing, my thing, thank God I'm getting out of all the trouble.
The brother gets into mine, if you want to know about me, look at my bio.
They sing in chorus to talk about gangsta, if I sing in chorus it's to make pasta.
I don't trust these pussies, that bitch told off the rasta.
This shit is too big for you, if you know how to think, what are you calling bro? Flip flop mouth looks like him. . . , close your mouth, it smells like mold.
If the Oki says to give you, we give you, nigga, say no more.
They go on a bargain and buy a gun, which is loaded with air, bro, like, like, nigga, don't say no more.
Pull up on them and I show you what, niggas is fake, they show fake love.
I pull up on them and I po-po-pop, talk shit on mine, I don't give a fuck.
The face of the drill, the face of the block, floor occupied, lights, go!
Here we all come from scratch, we all want to get out of the ghetto, we all want to buy a house for the family and not be a rapper.
Life forced me to change, I want to be from before, but I can't anymore.
Lately I don't even smile, I thought the pain was temporary.
But what will they know about the street? But what will they know about the street?
But what will they know about the street? Come, I'll explain how it works, if you don't know how it works.
My bro doesn't have my last name, but his mom is my mom.
He knocked down the elephant, I'm an ant, I'm on the side with my niggas.
In the neighborhood there are walls, I am a beam, I put the catch straight in the belly. Classic like Enrique K, on the cover of FIFA 2004.
Classic like smoking try listening to NLP in the room. Classic like Comarit,
Ferry, Moroccan and all those boats, which took us to the land on the other side of the pond.
I don't bother on the Internet, this networking thing is not my thing, personal is personal, for the family I pull the trigger.
On the street I was looking for my bread, now I'm looking for a way out.
They are swearing that they will kill me, but the one above takes care of me. But what will they know about the street?
But what will they know about the street? But what will they know about the street?
Come, I'll explain how it works, if you don't know how it works. My bro doesn't have my last name, but his mom is my mom.
But what do I know about the street? But what do I know about the street?
But what do I know about the street?
But what do I know about the street? But what do I know about the street?