Triunfos (feat. Hijo)

Who would have thought that one day
It would happen, that the day would come that would change my life
That I would walk through the streets and avenues and
In the cars, my melodies would sound

Seeing how my son sings my songs
That my mother sings them with strength and lungs
That my music has enchanted hearts
That my woman is full of dreams

Dance-hall, Reggae, hip hop
It's the style that my father taught me

Dance-hall, Reggae, hip hop
It's the style that my father taught me

If one day I fall, I just get up again
Calm down, brother, that doesn't matter much
I'm used to it, I come from the bottom
Where you fight and survive with work

How to think that I don't owe this to someone
To Father God, to my mother, and to Mary Angel
And to the woman who has filled me with details
And for whom my heart beats today

And it's been one, two, up to ten or twelve years that
I've been listening, living, and singing the
Afro music has always been in my life
Memories of the damage with the nigga and my brothers
And the rappers who have gone to heaven are
My brothers

Dance-hall, Reggae, hip hop
It's the style that my father taught me

Dance-hall, Reggae, hip hop
It's the style that my father taught me

I've been criticized, they've made fun of my singing
They've doubted me, I'm a man and I've cried, but I keep
Standing, my voice keeps sounding and those who
Mocked me are now scared

And time has passed and they talk shit, first
Listen to me, then they argue
The lyrics welcome Colombia flow Latin
I ask God for mercy for my family

Original Sometime, Afaz Natural Flayback
I ask God for my family, for my friends
And for my children

Dance-hall, Reggae, hip hop
It's the style that my father taught me

Dance-hall, Reggae, hip hop
It's the style that my father taught me

Dance-hall, Reggae, hip hop
It's the style that my father taught me

Dance-hall, Reggae, hip hop
It's the style that my father taught me

Dance-hall, Reggae, hip hop
It's the style that my father taught me