Mi Vida

Chorus: That's my way of life, that's my style
of life...

[Juaninacka]
Rest in peace, between stress and calm
putting my soul into making my homies clap
when I rhyme,
carefully burning each day,
legalization, screw the cops
my whole life awaits me,
no money in my wallet,
but my thing is melting the wax,
I've got skills, I'm awesome doing my things and not just
anyone,
blurry things because I rhyme with contained anger,
another missed opportunity, another low, another high,
today you come dressed as death,
we boast of knowing you,
glad to see you bad luck,
High School shares you,
searching until finding you,
this is the essence of art,
the essence of art buddy are my strings
besides your mom who gets wet when she watches me.
Thanks, colleagues daily,
I know it's necessary even though I have the balls in my
vocabulary
my inventory of tapes, this bad look and the ink,
you're hitting rock bottom because it's hard to live so
simply,
looking for shine with no money in the pocket,
without fishnet clothes here in Sevilla,
my patience marvels me,
I marvel at continuing without my partner scratching me,
my mind invents, my style increases, it's late,
I want a whore and I can't divorce,
tonight I'll give it my all, I go straight,
the elected king, another intellect, perfect.

Chorus: That's my way of life, that's my style
of life...

[Juanma]
Every time I wake up and look in the mirror,
I feel so burned by envy,
I clear my mind on the pages,
another day, another episode,
and in my life I have days of joy,
days where hatred is the protagonist of my mind,
women come, go, lots of body little mind, they want
to see me,
they can't have me talk behind my back,
nor hold me back, even if they wear miniskirts,
that's how I do it, I always dream of women,
I know women, I grew up among women who are you?
I know well who I am, I take advantage,
I take the best without the lizard's polish on my chest,
this is a fact that happens,
another day on the street or at home,
you fail and call me down,
I haven't passed eighth grade tell me what happened to
you,
they played you well,
that's where I differ from you,
the street taught me to be like this,
to hit, be bad, a pimp, a wise guy,
what's mine is mine, kid, I don't trust, I don't rely,
that you've believed,
look, I'm like this, here's an mc, take girls for you,
yes, yesterday I saw you with the horse guy damn,
what a mistake, next to me he's a wart, I don't shut up,
you say you love me what do you want?
I love waking up in the mornings in your bed.

Chorus: That's my way of life, that's my style
of life

[Tote King]
Who knows? the devil tells me to relax,
an old man's advice and maybe I'll take it as a page,
another trip, another setback what a rage,
another guy goes to the fucking wild style,
another stage I've learned to go through them between the routine in
a can
and the graffiti with white cream flashlight,
another war, another open breath
remember?, I react to the crap,
if I weren't an mc who knows what I'd be,
his opinion doesn't matter yet today,
the few joys the world sends me make me a guide of my own way did you know?,
another voice inside me says get up,
don't lose it, don't waste the bench,
white lice jump from Granada to the attack
specifically in the box they are painted,
no clear lyrics are needed to have fame,
I say for those who represent us and say nothing,
another silent mouth, another flare-up,
a new era of rhymes, another level of plots,
and while everything doesn't bother me, my ways are good,
I can be an English lord or I can be obscene,
another freestyle with the radio, batteries are missing, it's the same story,
another stage of my life in Coria,
mandatory attendance of dementia,
See! as we usually say see you at the Japanese!,
they're coming for me it's the red one,
a little bigger with a spring in the middle than the one
I usually take.