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And tell me Beny, Beny, Beny
And tell me Beny, Beny, Beny
And tell me Beny, Beny, Beny
It's from the streets, it's from the streets

In the fast and clever business
Doing business more discreet
And I never went to school
Thanks to God I earn more in this
The salary of a teacher
Who abused me with their words
If I was bad, they accused me
Of my taxes that fund their unemployment

But oh well, I don't care
And we keep going like before
Gloves, hoodies, and bikes
It's not to act like a gangster
And it gets interesting
And things are heating up
Now more than one snitches
Instead of being a singer
And we keep moving forward

Until one can't take it anymore
With Omar from 2001
With Beny and the ones before
If I've acted like a gangster
The truth is no, and I don't lie
I know closed groups
As well as open groups
And they don't even do concerts
And they earn more, that's true
But at least they're not on social media
Disrespecting the dead

M.D.L.R is not out
M.D.L.R inside
M.D.L.R we're not out
M.D.L.R inside

We don't cry for visits
I don't stress over critics
Nor if you publish me
Or if my music clicks
Now changing the subject
That never bothers me
The streets domesticate you
So you don't fall into a trap
And the crazy life, in the bad things it provokes

I don't even know what to do anymore
And if you stop, don't stop
If you stop, you get hit, you have to understand that
They're not from the streets, they're not from the streets
They've never been from the streets
And they're not from the streets, they're not from the streets
They've never been from the streets
And that's how the streets taught me
Not to cry over women
Only for your mother
Who's the only one who loves you

For money, one of mine betrays you
Yours, to the police, gives away stuff
Then you don't know what happens
It's not a joke here
For money, one of mine betrays you
Yours, to the police, gives away stuff
Then you don't know what happens
It's not a joke here

For money, one of mine betrays you
Yours, to the police, gives away stuff
Then you don't know what happens
It's not a joke here
For money, one of mine betrays you
Yours, to the police, gives away stuff
Then you don't know what happens
It's not a joke here

For money, one of mine betrays you
Yours, to the police, gives away stuff
Then you don't know what happens
It's not a joke here