Na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na
Horas sin parar, pal’ dinero, el es legal [ah-ah
Clandestino sus actos, no mira pa’ atrás [ah-ah]
Con tensión en el block, aquí el dry ya no hace efecto
Siendo efectivos, distribuyendo tableros
Moviendo fichas fuertes, fumando y regando el huerto
Cuando los números hablan, los hombres se vuelven cueros
280 Barrio, sort du hess, infancia pisos del Ibima con huecos en el portal
Daños trocados, códigos pa’ desemar, círculos siempre cerrado con alergía a Nacional
Comiendo halal, en el 850, viajes a lo ilegal, radares a 180
Soltando comercial y la música haciendo ventas, no hablamos de humildad, la calle tiene respuestas
Quemadas a las tantas, caletas en Mercedes
Pinchazos de brigadas y esquivando grilletes
Herramienta cara tapada, rasca picas y dobletes
Hacemos lo que otros hablan, la capital nunca duerme
Patrones de verdad, donde comer un barrio entero?
Esta es la realidad, somos la voz del barrio obrero
Ajustamos precios, no hay oferta para sus demandas
Nos ha criado el nervio, no llora para las jugadas
Amor por el chándal, y un 9 de TN
Vida rápida, trucos a base de trueques
Justicia culpa y pega el plato de inocente
Los que no bailan son los que saben moverse
Y mírame, todo cambió, fue la música no fui yo
Y mírame, para los que antes no contaban llamadas pero ahora está modo avión
Y mírame
Y mírame, [para los que antes no contaban llamadas pero ahora está modo avión]
Horas sin parar, pal’ dinero, el es legal
Todo por la familia, os guardias en portal
Clandestino sus actos, no mira pa’ atrás
Adelanta no hay freno’, [todo va más
Horas sin parar, pal’ dinero, el es legal
Todo por la familia, os guardias en portal
Clandestino sus actos, no mira pa’ atrás
Adelanta no hay freno’, [todo va más]
[Y mírame, todo cambió, fue la música no fui yo
[Y mírame, para los que antes no contaban llamadas pero ahora está modo avión
Y mírame, [todo cambió, fue la música no fui yo
Y mírame, [para los que antes no contaban llamadas pero ahora está modo avión]
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Mírame Lyrics English
Na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na
Hours without stopping, Pal ‘money, He is legal [Ah-ah
Clandestine the acts of him, do not look at ‘Back [ah-ah]
With tension in the block, here the dry no effect
Being effective, distributing boards
Moving strong chips, smoking and watering the garden
When the numbers speak, men become leathers
280 Neighborhood, Sort Du Hess, Childhood Floors of Ibima with Hollows on the Portal
Stroke damage, Pa ‘codes, circles always closed with national allergies
Eating halal, in 850, travel to illegal, radars at 180
Billing commercial and music by making sales, we do not talk about humility, the street has answers
Burned to as many, caletas in Mercedes
Brigades punctures and dodging shackles
Tool Face covered, scratch spikes and doublet
We do what others speak, the capital never sleep
Truthful patterns, where to eat an entire neighborhood?
This is reality, we are the voice of the workers’ neighborhood
We adjust prices, there is no offer for your demands
It has raised the nerve, it does not cry for the plays
Love for the tracksuit, and a tn 9
Fast life, Truekes-based tricks
Justice fault and paste the dish of innocent
Those who do not dance are the ones who know how to move
And look at me, everything changed, it was the music, it was not me
And look at me, for those who had not counted before but now it’s plane mode
And look at me
And look at me, [for those who previously did not count calls but now it’s plane mode]
Hours without stopping, pal ‘money, the is legal
All by the family, guards in Portal
Clandestine your actions, do not look at
Adela there is no brake ‘, [everything goes more
Hours without stopping, pal ‘money, the is legal
All by the family, guards in Portal
Clandestine your actions, do not look at
Adela there is no brake ‘, [everything goes more]
[And look at me, everything changed, it was the music was not me
[And look at me, for those who previously did not count calls but now it’s plane mode
And look at me, [everything changed, was the music was not me
And look at me, [for those who previously did not count calls but now it’s plane mode]
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