El Barrio Me Llama (feat. T&K)

(Yeh)
Come on
Fuck
Throwing smoke out there
My mother and gold await me
Now she doesn't say no
Now she doesn't say no
I don't even know her and she's jealous of me
With [?] entering the [?]
They bring me weed to the shows
They bring me weed to the shows
Yeh, fuck, ah

Planning irrigation with silicon
Baby, I caress silks like an Egyptian cat
I grab some grams, let's go to Parque Patricio
If there's no respect and only money, I don't benefit (What?)
Eagle flying like in Benfica
All the cliques at our show, what does it mean? (What?)
Some weave while others just move wool
We got into fashion, and everyone wins
I'm looking at Luna Park like I saw Le Parc
She climbs on top of me and asked me to rhyme
My word is bond, so I started to rhyme
My surroundings have something that won't change
That I regulate my energy with [?]
I still listen to Das EFX, [?] and Vinnie Paz
I shared [?] and occasionally dried with some that were fake
But I continue on my path, I became the damn mecca
All the haze I smoked blesses me and restores me
We get off and it seems like you burned the car
With my brother in business with cautious eyes
Doing magic with bullets that are not from sauco

The street, the neighborhood, the sorrow
You already know how it started
The Visa, hitmen, and sentence
You already know what happened
The children, the purchase, the dinner
You already know how it changed
Some cut their veins
They can't stand that pain anymore
The tigers, the wolves, and the hyenas
Tonight they play for their honor
The roads and death face off
Only one can remain

The neighborhood calls me and it's always early
We smoke marijuana, it's like my brother
I partied so much with my buddies and it's not healthy anymore
This is a parade made with bars like a surgeon
I put fresh, it doesn't go further, it's not for worms
Boy of the month wants more, if not before we play
Just from three, a meter back, and without looking we note
This is very cool like being me
I never doubt, I just give flavor
I feel like Biggie, we're in New York
End of story like Calderón
Shit G like Too $hort
Good boy, goodfella, rest in peace Liotta
Throwing arrows seems like Dakota
I already have rap almost as a pet
He throws me faxes and even gives the note
In the [?] bordering the coast
Mad Max if it's really on purpose
If you want to win, listen to my response
Cousin, relax if you want to be toasted
I listen to jazz, blues, Julio Sosa
Never mess with me, said Tony Sosa
I have class, glamour, many things
I have a lot—

The street, the neighborhood, the sorrow
You already know how it started
The Visa, hitmen, and sentence
You already know what happened
The children, the purchase, the dinner
You already know how it changed
Some cut their veins
They can't stand that pain anymore
The tigers, the wolves, and the hyenas
Tonight they play for their honor
The roads and death face off
Only one can remain