Mamá y Prometida

The boys don't cry
The boys don't cry, mom knows
The boys don't cry
They hit the streets ready to fight
The boys don't cry
They want money, an opportunity

The boys don't, the boys don't, the boys don't, the boys don't
The boys don't cry, the boys don't cry
The boys don't cry, mom knows
They hit the streets ready to fight
They want money, a life, an opportunity
Oh when everything goes slow, when it doesn't control the movements
They talk to me about death and it makes me shit inside
Mom still doesn't have the house in the center
I can't settle, I don't want to be poor

I support the family like a man
Dad is still alive but I don't know where
He only opens his mouth to tarnish my name
The world is very big but I'm going to conquer it
Be careful what you say, it can hurt
Take care of yours until you can't anymore
With life or death, but pay them

The boys don't cry
The boys don't cry, mom knows
The boys don't cry
They hit the streets ready to fight
The boys don't cry
They want money, an opportunity
The boys don't, the boys don't, the boys don't
The boys don't cry, the boys don't cry
The boys don't cry, mom knows
The boys don't cry
They hit the streets ready to fight
The boys don't cry

They want money, an opportunity
The boys don't, the boys don't, the boys don't, the boys don't
Hey, don't you hear the phone or what
Nothing, I guess you fell asleep
I was calling to say that
That tonight has been amazing
And well, on Friday we perform outside
I'll catch a plane in a few hours but

I left you a note on the nightstand
For you to read whenever you want, my love
Inside the cup, the jam
Under the cup, a signed note
I'll be back very soon, nothing will happen
Tell the one above that I already have wings
If I leave the house, it's to earn money
Thinking about her ass at 3:40
All that she said makes me stronger
I'm going to fill your bank account
To me, these bitches are just clients
Don't be rude
Don't throw it in my face
Money is money, life is expensive
No one gives, here you sweat or suck

Win or lose, that's the game
I'm way up, bullets are aimed at me
Don't worry, nothing will happen
Hang up the phone, mommy, see you tomorrow
Inside the cup, the jam
Under the cup, a signed note
I'll be back very soon, nothing will happen
Tell the one above that I already have wings