Canción Tras Canción

It's song after song, after song
Listen, I don't even know what to comment anymore
It's song after song, after song
The dude is tired of recording already
Aah, oh-yeh

Caught up in problems, I was 13
I'd call my brother, he'd quickly appear
Let me tell you, but don't stress
I'm from the streets, even though it doesn't seem like it

And it seems like those from the streets are the tough guys
Tough guys, but you've never even thrown a punch
I'll give you a punch if you're a spoiled brat
I'll give you a punch if the money is already counted

And I work, I don't fail, and there are no witnesses
And with my people, we split the cash
Not like you who have eaten it all alone
And that means you're not a bandit

Escaping from the cops, that's daily
And I note everything down as if I were a notary
Escaping from the cops, that's daily
Money is sought because it's necessary

If I make a million, I'll send it to Panama
And I'll give the other half to my mom
And if I make another million, it's to cover the gaps
I'll go on a trip alone to Morocco

I invest in land, it turns into a garden
And the drums playing mean money
And the Mercedes cruising through a town
And you don't know what I'm talking about, you don't have to look at it

I always wear Nike tracksuits
I don't like to show off, I don't like to show off
You wear Louis Vuitton and also Off-White
We're going to get you, we're going to get you

With Omar out for a walk, I go out to hunt
It's still six o'clock and we keep trotting
And there's no getting tired, there's no getting tired
Or else the police will catch up to you

In a sprint, it might be that I can pass you
And if they catch you, you can't snitch
You have to go through a tough time
And then lawyers can get you out

Volu—
Four of us in the car
We've never been the timid ones
You look like you take Roche
Here it's only Zkittlez at night

Greetings to Peke, my brother
Stealing together from the supermarket
Greetings to P, the coolest one
Representing the whole coast

And it's song after song, after song
Listen, I don't even know what to comment anymore
And it's song after song, after song
The dude is tired of recording

And it's song after song, after song
Listen, I don't even know what to comment anymore
And it's song after song, after song
The dude says he's tired of recording

Four of us in the car
We've never been the timid ones
You look like you take Roche
Here it's only Zkittlez at night

Four of us in the car
We've never been the timid ones
You look like you take Roche
Here it's only Zkittlez at night

Caught up in problems, I was 13
I'd call my brother, he'd quickly appear
Let me tell you, but don't stress
I'm from the streets, even though it doesn't seem like it

It seems like those from the streets are the tough guys
Tough guys, but you've never even thrown a punch
I'll give you a punch if you're a spoiled brat
I'll give you a punch if the money is already counted
And I work, I don't fail, and there are no witnesses

Four of us in the car
We've never been the timid ones
You look like you take Roche
Here it's only Zkittlez at night

Oh, yeh, oh, yeh
Tell me, Dude, Dude
Tell me, Dude, Dude
That I kill them, kill them
And tell me, Sultan
Listen, tell me, Sultan
Voluptyk
And Peke, and Peke
Yah, yah, yah
Listen, buh