De mi época el único que queda
La para venía volando bajito de cuando se usaban rueda
Son tiguere de cartón, nada má’ hablando de fuete
De que consiguen do’ peso’, viven haciendo paquete
Mejor vete pa’ que la para no te empaquete
Que yo vengo de lo tiempo que se peleaba machete-chete
To’ еl mundo sabe como fue que yo subí
Dеsacata’o en la calle y el video pa’ YouTube
Ajuntaba mi chelito pa’ regalar lo CD
Ahora pa’ ganar una guerra, tiene que apostar a mi
Hablamo’ ahorita, tengo el respalde de los mozarista
Tú eres más artista que calle, yo soy ma’ calle que artista
No se confundan porque hoy portada de revista el respeto
Que le di a mi imagen, nadie me lo quita
Siempre trucho ante pa’ beber hacia serruchos
Ahora ellos viven fronteando con lo que logre hace mucho
Vivo en Estados Unidos haciendo coro con Jay-Z
Buscándome los dolores, pero pa’ cámbialo aquí
Es que me hice millonario antes de salir del país, yo
No toque mucha puerta, pero mucha puerta abrí
Se equivocaron lo que dijeron que yo volví
Yo no volví porque yo nunca me fui
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Kitipone Lyrics English
Of my time the only one left
The stop was flying low when they used wheel
They are cardboard tifuere, nothing more ‘talking about bee
That they get ‘weight’, they live doing package
Best go pa ‘that for you not to pack
That I come from the time that machete-cum was fighting
To ‘еlor knows how it was that I went up
Désacata’o on the street and the video pa ‘youtube
I jumped my chelito pa ‘give away the cd
Now to win a war, you have to bet on me
I speak ‘right now, I have the back of the mozarist
You are more artist than street, I am ma ‘street that artist
Do not get confused because today magazine covered respect
I gave my image, nobody takes it away
Always truch against Pa ‘drinking towards sawuchos
Now they live boundaries with what I achieve a lot
I live in the United States making choir with Jay-Z
Looking for me the pain, but pa ‘change it here
Is that I made a millionaire before leaving the country, I
Do not touch a lot of door, but a lot of door opened
They were wrong what they said that I came back
I did not come back because I never left
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