Que Pasó
MORAD (M.D.L.R.)
What Happened
And what happened happened happened
That we are no longer just passing by
Strong, tough like a glass
Kid earning respect through punches
And I never get tired of this
I live on the street without being a snob
Strong without hitting the gym
And I never fall for foolishness
And cold with business
Hot when we're in the dirt
And we never did it for fun
But to have a trade
And it's not a sacrifice either
Sometimes on the street you climb a building
Sometimes in the store you make a hole
For money and not for vice
From the blonde knowing that
And El Greco a shallow step
From the street I'm not telling you
Barcelona capital, listen to me
LH is what
El Greco and my gypsies
This is the neighborhood zone
Barcelona capital, listen to me
We grew up among blocks and extension
All this to change the game
We do it from the heart, that's why the level rises
Young and repeat offender labeled as a delinquent
Music was guilty of changing his mind
Addicted to smoking, money, and chores
He doesn't change his principles for a wad of bills
Some attentive to who's coming, others attentive to who's going
But everyone is watching to avoid the shackles
To those Moors and gypsies
Committing criminal events
MDLR 28 0 neighborhood
With the boss the miner commander
Jauma neighborhood block call it what you want, here is where I am fine
Jauma neighborhood block call it what you want, here is where I am fine
He thought a lot, my goodness, I don't want to see you cry
For one it was too late, what you say
What you're worth and here we never talk in vain
Always hidden in front protecting the stash
They want but don't have the blood
Things are not like before
The forty my lover and wants me to sing flamenco for her
This is the lawless city jungle
Here crime abounds, gypsy gypsy don't be fooled
The house reprimands, the hideout shines and then if it's smoked and tomorrow I leave it behind
Beware of the junkies, the lizards, whores, smuggling
The pills don't step here, pass by
That in my slang I take care of all that
If I show up here, I take care of it
And tell me cool, the streets and their details make me fall in love
That's why I sleep at odd hours
And this only gets better, the one from the route leans
MDLR 28 0 neighborhood love for money, hatred for snitches
MDLR 28 0 neighborhood love for money, hatred for snitches
MDLR 28 0 neighborhood love for money, hatred for snitches
MDLR 28 0 neighborhood love for money, hatred for snitches
MDLR 28 0 neighborhood love for money, hatred for snitches
MDLR 28 0 neighborhood love for money, hatred for snitches