Street life (perros callejeros) (con hablando en plata)
Arianna Puello
Street Life (Street Dogs) (featuring Speaking Plainly)
Our soles on asphalt pointing out the cement with the marks of true lovers of the streets, I prefer to carry water to my shirt and shoes, if you want how I eat tacos with my buddies, I lack respect, I fish and skewer, take a good look at the appearance I have your feathers lit, tie our shoelaces do us the favor, we hurt pride, honor, face down like a Turk, not appearing on this record would be an insult to me, I would like to see you engulfed in flames, neither esdrújulas nor sharp nor flat, winning is not your desire, you will have to show guts, when I chat, you fall silent, rapping is not learned in any Anaya book, without pens to write my poems lack stars and back and forth you train for nothing, MC in quarantine, to tune into this wave you will need antennas.
In the midnight, be careful, kid, up close, hey, they have us too close, keep your reflexes in street life, hide your ways are not worthy (repeat)
Street life life on the street, if you shoot don't miss or we'll come for you, it's not advice, that's the game, we are seen from afar these old dogs, in our eyes the reflection of the asphalt, rap playing in the headphones loud, with friends gatherings on the benches, and a few liters to pass the time, telling urban legend stories, making plans for the weekend, the smell of marijuana in the air, some mark their territory with Montana, today is today, tomorrow is tomorrow, we are throwing caution to the wind, giving life some somersaults, kiss my black ass, cop I'm the boss!
No one stops us, our rap poisons, yours doesn't even reach our soles, look, fly, throw we are on stage, no waiting we own obscene verses, we walk on sidewalks, to hell with your sick slang, eat dirt, I slip into roadside images, in the jungle missions burn in panels and caves, hypnotize by installments, for each chapter my flow unfolds, banish rappers and others with their own means, we are in the media get out of the way, seriously, Supervillains for Hire with Puello, real killers, Zona Bruta the label, Bloody Records our ego, I aim at you with a nocturnal rap, we move in rough terrain, we are wild colts in rap resounding.
