Real Respeto

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Real Respeto

Kaydy Cain · 3 Sentimientos · 2017 · 3:02

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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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