Madriz

Ey, I'm with my bro's going to the studio
In the notebook some bars, on the walls fuck cops
Madrid outskirts, they call us Chulos
Releasing it like this since I was younger

I don't compete, I feel
Since I was little I've been crazy
She tells me I turn her on and I take it off
The world is messed up because of the weed, bro
I'm astonished, they think they're smart, these fools

Coughing from smoking a bit of weed
That messes up my lungs, but makes me happy
I'm in the arcades throwing a free with my G's
Among gypsies and Africans with my country's tracksuit

I want health and money
But more of the first
Let's eat up the whole world
And let my mom in heaven see it

I don't stop, I don't stop, I don't slow down
I accelerate and surpass myself
Until everyone says these bastards did it

Come on, my brother, I know we can
We went through the bad, now comes the good
Do you remember Nano when we found this place?
So many memories, I miss them
Every time I fell, you were there
Giving me support, offering your hand
Of different blood, but you're my brother
You know I love you

When I was little I told my mother I would be great and leave a mark
Years later I fulfilled it, they asked me for photos in front of her
Thousands of people came to that pavilion to see us singing
There was my mom shouting, I remember it and end up crying

From your mouth to your ear the sound of my heartbeat
For those who are still with me and even more for those who have gone
Since kids involved in trouble, from what I've come out of
I kill for mine, for them I smile

Sorry if it hurts you or if I'm crazy
Sorry if everything seems too little to me
If I mess up what I touch, I think too much
I keep it inside and then explode

Boom-boom-boom!
Ocer and Rade
Prrra!

Ey, I'm with my bro's going to the studio
In the notebook some bars, on the walls fuck cops
Madrid outskirts, they call us Chulos
Releasing it like this since I was younger

Ey, I'm with my bro's going to the studio
In the notebook some bars, on the walls fuck cops
Madrid outskirts, they call us Chulos
Releasing it like this since I was younger

Our manager told us
To go to the festivals you need an album
So if you want we can talk when you have it written
And the days and months passed
And here we are at the festivals without a manager and without an album

Thanks from the heart for that motivation
We lacked discipline and perseverance, you were right about that
How about; the day we took rap as a job
The cake was for these two

I was always a good student
Different, somewhat distant
I wanted to earn my own without having to ask my father

Yes, the things I did, I did quietly, tactfully
From here to there, shaking hands, taking bills, making contacts
Where the signature is not worth, the word seals the deal
For those who left it to me on credit
And today in rap they still trust me

For those who saw me on the court training
Without stopping to pull or biting my side
From a kid with a face of not leaving anything on the plate

I went down with Cobra for copper
With the noise-making mallets
And now they give us gold records and I don't even ask for them

Come on, okay?, today I'll get them
For Family, with its frame and its glass
And like a good Madrilenian to show off in the video

It wasn't all easy
And if I tell you that I could do what I wanted?
I hurt those who love me
I stopped studying, stopped training
I grabbed some clothes and hit the street
With tears in my mother's eyes
That's why only my music excites me when my father plays it

Thanks to Moreno and Rafa I didn't use the Pitas magnet again
I returned to Monterrey, my Rivas
Loaded with boxes of clothes

Honor to the elders of this who gave us their respect
CRCN, NCT, Dolce Rota, Rudy, Nieto
I won't forget them in life
Always with my bro
Going to spinning when fatigue sets in
This is for those who are still there after we made the boom
Here's the album-boom-boom