Ok, {?}
Pa’ que te acuerdes
Oh, yeah
No quiero un Rolex
Prefiero beberme cien rones
Y así como me miras tú
Y metiendo lo que tú te comes
Salgo cuando prendan los faroles
Jugadores callejeros, no hay quien nos controle
Mis causas con sus aerosoles
Crecimos con los {?} police
Desde el cole todos metido en problems
Buscan pantalla estos rappers simplones
Saldrán pero en la parte trasera del Trome
Lleno ‘e papeles, ni recuerdo la edad
Ya no hay hoja en el cuaderno, es una enfermedad
Desde el inicio {?} el sapo, que venga a tirar
No chapan bien el mic ni la New York cap
Tengo el contacto del contacto, un paso atrás
Apenas los tienen, van queriendo más
Hay quien está esperando que me tumbe un pam-pam
Se jalan los pelos que aún sigo {?}
Subestimaron lo que no caminaron
Voy acompañado de los pocos que quedaron
Sueño cada vez más caro
Saben que los busco y que no falta si es que están al lado
Yo he perdido, he ganado y sigo lanzando el dado
La noche me espera con brazo’ estirados
Pa’ beber, pa’ fumar, pa’ comer pescado
Y un par de cosas que mejor callado
Porque esos sapos saben que no soy cualquier tipo
Y si no capta, ¿de qué forma te explico?
Esos b#tches saben que no soy cualquier tipo
Hay que ser {?} no nacimos ricos
Porque esos sapos saben que no soy cualquier tipo
Y si no capta, ¿de qué forma te explico?
Esos b#tches saben que no soy cualquier tipo
Hay que ser {?} no nacimos ricos
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Ro Flowers – Cielo
J Feliz – Bebe
Simple Lyrics English
Okay, {?}
For you remember
Oh, Yeah
I don’t want a rolex
I prefer to drink one hundred rones
And just as you look at me
And putting what you eat
I leave when the lanterns turn on
Street players, no one controls us
My causes with their aerosols
We grew up with the {?} Police
From school all put in problems
Simplones these racks are looking for a screen
They will come out but at the back of the trome
Full ‘and I remember the age
There is no sheet in the notebook, it is a disease
From the beginning {?} The toad, who comes to throw
The Mic or New York Cap does not chant
I have the contact of the contact, one step back
They barely have them, they want more
There are those who are waiting for me to lie down a pam-pam
The hairs that I still follow {?} Are pulling
They underestimated what they did not walk
I am accompanied by the few left
Increasingly expensive sleep
They know that I look for them and that it is not missing if they are next
I have lost, I have won and keep throwing the dice
The night awaits me with an arm ‘stretched
To drink, to smoke, to eat fish
And a couple of things that best quiet
Because those toads know that I am not any kind
And if you don’t capture, how do I explain you?
Those b#tches know that I am not any kind
We have to be {?} We were not born rich
Because those toads know that I am not any kind
And if you don’t capture, how do I explain you?
Those b#tches know that I am not any kind
We have to be {?} We were not born rich
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Mseco Lyrics – Simple