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Chicos con palabra en el idioma del negocio
Universidad de la calle, amistad, amor, odio
Lágrimas de sangre tras pecados
Amor por los que se fueron, y no olvidamos
Perros viejos, real respeto
Tiros en Compton entre niños del ghetto
Gastan sus sueños fumando crack
Y tú crees que vives ghetto y eres real
Desde ladrillos y asfaltos, vidas de cristal, primo
Tratos baratos con graves consecuencias
Debes pagar la calidad en esta puta ciudad
Y guardar las apariencias
Princesas por dinero en montera
Drogas y sangre corriendo en aceras
Pero esto no es ghetto, primo, solamente es una ciudad triste
La que algún día viste comer mierda y masticar penas
Pues esto es drama, niños comen techo en sus camas
Sueños volcados en tanas de compadres
Pequeños jinchos sueñan con llegar a ser patriarca
A base de traiciones y heridas que dejan marca
Ex-presidiarios paran en parques de tu barrio
Entre humo y trapis, y Camarón en su radio
Amo el rap y sueño con Memphis y Queens
Pero no lo cambio por los míos, ni por Madrid
Chicas en mi barrio no pueden alzar el cuello
Cambian amor por lujo, hash y yeyo
Un desafío con dos miradas
Un amor en cada lágrima caída o derramada
Una zorra tras las lágrimas
Que lo mejor que puede hacer por mí es arrodillada
Aquí las sirenas no nadan en el mar
No tenemos mar, pero cantan en coches chivatos
Madrid, contemplaste nuestros negocios y tratos
Zapatillas desgastadas con historias del pasado
Sangran lo que vivo y sudan asfalto
Sueñan con llegar a lo más alto, con pisar Chicago
Bambas Life, Nike de narco
Chándal Lacoste, tu puta justo Barcelona hace un desbanco
Yo pago el amor y me sale más barato
Los míos pagan con tu vicio, reservados en privado
When I die, fuck it, I wanna go to hell
'Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell
It don't make sense, goin' to heaven with the goodie-goodies
Dressed in white, I like black Timbs and black hoodies
God'll probably have me on some real strict shit
No sleepin' all day, no gettin' my dick licked
Hangin' with the goodie-goodies, loungin' in paradise
Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice
All my life I was considered as the worst
Lyin' to my mother and stealin' out her purse
Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion
I know my mother wish she got a fuckin' abortion
She don't even love me like she did when I was younger
Suckin' on her chest just to stop her fuckin' hunger
I wonder if I died with tears into her eyes
Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies
But baby, mothers ain't mothers
For a little bit of shit, a mother ain't nothin' but a bitch
So when I die, I wanna go to hell
'Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell
It don't make sense, goin' to heaven with the goodie-goodies
Dressed in white, I like black Timbs and black hoodies
God'll probably have me on some real strict shit
No sleepin' all day, no gettin' my dick licked
Hangin' with the goodie-goodies, loungin' in paradise
Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice
All my life I was considered as the worst
Lyin' to my mother and stealin' out her purse
Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion
I know my mother wish she got a fuckin' abortion
She don't even love me like she did when I was younger
Suckin' on her chest just to stop her fuckin' hunger
I wonder if I died with tears into her eyes
Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies
But baby, mothers ain't mothers
For a little bit of shit, a mother ain't nothin' but a bitch
So when I die, I wanna go to hell
'Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell
It don't make sense, goin' to heaven with the goodie-goodies
Dressed in white, I like black Timbs and black hoodies
God'll probably have me on some real strict shit
No sleepin' all day, no gettin' my dick licked
Hangin' with the goodie-goodies, loungin' in paradise
Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice
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