La Calle Me Hizo

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Gotay:
The concord low
Cerquillo and the blow
black label e bottle
Marimba to the flabel and I feel slow

The asicalau car
Polish and shine
I walk with six chains
My wallet is full, I'm already flying

Where I step they tremble
I win all the female
I have nerves of steel
A 4.0 that is not for shit

It wasn't that I was born, the street made me
We started from the bottom, I left the floor
I didn't dress it up, I kept the case
The points and the stews

Benny Benni:
Mr. returned Controversy, laramercy
The day I die, let them raise my jerseys
23 From the bulls, not from Jorda in wizards
The hanger is so full that there is no room for a shirt.

There are no Mahomes, it's joggers and two hundred tennis shoes
Who is the one who writes the most, because Benny appears on Google
Who could defend us if the grasshopper died?
So get two short ones, six combs, the magazine

The girls love me, the men criticize
The street made me the singers get itchy
There is a flood of money like Noah's ark
I have no blood in my body I am full of möet

I'm in the machine, a bastard outburst
When I smoke I change the lyrics to this song (hahaha)
You know that I am from the streets, there are whores and a gun

Farruko:
I remember when everyone was lying there on the road
And now I have KTM, Yekiti and Gallo 500
They tried to humiliate me and I never let them down.
And now I confront them because I am tough and ahead

Throw me if you want, I eat, sleep and chicho
What else am I going to write if I have already said everything?
Millionaire at twenty I sing on a whim
They have to suck the bug in this wording

Don't snore me in the season if you don't make it to the play off
You are a cockroach, I will bathe you off
Put the crown on me with diamonds and rubies
So that the donkey doesn't fall through the mail, don't send it

It is hammered, it is chambea, but they pull very little
We take them out of balance even if they are in new balance
Snore what you snore and walk with whoever you walk with
I will be smaller but the street made me big

Where I step they tremble
I take all the females
I have nerves of steel
A 4.0 that is not for shit

It wasn't that I was born, the street made me
We started from the bottom, I left the floor

Gotay:
It wasn't that I was born, the street made me
We started from the bottom, I left the floor
I didn't dress it up, I kept the case
The points and the stews

Baby Rasta:
Where I step they tremble even though they have no proof on stage
The caps, the 40 are the ones that bother me
I'm still unharmed, I've been thrown a couple of times on the express
I end up stepping on his face with the retro Jordans

Rasta devil is the fronteo I'm still alive and under deo
Who can against the wolves and the money society
You are stuck and I don't see you
I walk with the minors and you die if they point the deo at you

Powerful like realg4life baby
The hardest in this gringo and benny benni
Rasta the bottle of champagne that is uncorked
It costs more than your chains dipped in can

Ñejo:
I don't like to fight but Benny says this is fine
So I'm going to tell you a couple of stories about my brother Ale
When we were in the colorao porsche, well asicalao
With the sound roof esplallao, bien almoroliao

With the retro Jordans that were not retro for those times
They were new, but with the ouclut and the teva flip flops
But with the beach shirt, the short ones and the flowho
Your rap tune still sounds weak

Don't worry dad, everything changes
Rewind the cassette and put on humolandia
My respect to DJ Negro and El Vico
As far as I know, that is the hardest in Puerto Rico.

Shut up boy, this is crazy
Here everyone puts their hands, here no one is stupid
And my bad in case I get stuck
But the name that is running around is that of the broko

Nick Jam:
The street made me and I graduated with honors
From the underground I am one of the best
I grew up between the points, rifles with the drums
Vacillating with cats of all colors

One day in the hotel, another in the village
I didn't want a problem, I was always in my mess
I was retired for a while and lost
And look at me now the gender is mine

Millions on the internet, the radios are in an uproar
I kill with the videos the concerts explode
What is my inspiration?, there is the detail
A record label didn't make me, the street made me

Gotay:
The concord low
Cerquillo and the blow
black label e bottle
Marimba to the flabel and I feel slow

The asicalau car
Polish and shine
I walk with six chains
My wallet is full, I'm already flying

Where I step they tremble
I win all the female
I have nerves of steel
A 4.0 that is not for shit

It wasn't that I was born, the street made me
We started from the bottom, I left the floor
I didn't dress it up, I kept the case
The points and the stews

J Alvarez:
I am the owner of the movement, musically I am an expert
My thing is to add my friends, I never rest
I have all the retros, I control the metro area
And I have partners on the island, my sister, who are respected.

I put it in the shortys later and I don't even answer them
I don't want psycho types who make twenty excuses
Bottles of blue label, the philly and the endo
With a humble budget, and whoever snores I put him to bed

I give the boss a call and have him take down all the clothes
The endiamantoa rolex, so that he understands me
I come from below and I kept the entire store
And I have a couple of little places that are paying me rent.

And I'm still here
And I'm not going to let it fall eh, eh
My parents taught me wo oh oh
To never go back

Another suit is yankee sterium plo, plo
Even a dead person is resurrected to listen to my 16
Who killed the two millenniums? Plo, plo
I'm going to reveal my secret, I come from space

Help, I am the panic, screaming out loud
An unidentified object impact pueltorro
He took over the world because it was necessary
It tells the story of a phenomenon called daddy

Alice parkinson, legend on the microphone
Downloading the programs to these Microsoft bugs
Satellite case are worse than a GPS
They keep carrying and bringing, request jps

With four bars they sent him to the helmet (one less)
There are three left and they hit the nail on the head with everything full
There are two missing and one of them, Father God, gave him the notice.
Of that group there is one left, the street made me

This is just a beginning, from three two thousand one, five
Guaranteed I will leave two or three trinco, frizado
Lace up your boots soldier
That this year I do come in a different direction

Mueka throws out the philly that we are smoking baxy, relaxy
In the back of the taxi
Manhattan, walking through the Brooklyn Bridge
We caught you in New York and turned off your switch

Home boy, we continue at the top gallop
There is no party that is low-cut
Promoters secure your money, first
That when it exploded in January they recovered

Very easy, the one who counts them
They say that cosculluela doesn't write, he improvises
But no one dares to cross the line
Because wherever I go
There is no hurricane that will knock down this wall