Lo Que He Vivido

Richard Ahumada
The voice of the neighborhood
I know my routine
Eyes like a Chinese

Every time I go out, there's the grim reaper
Wuacho to the corner to hang out
I dance it alone, the street is my doctrine
So many times, so many months, so many things I think sometimes but sometimes
Everything changes when you grow up and get old
I hope you remember me when other lips kiss you
There are so many things I would like to tell

Inside I feel bad, I can't even shout and cry
Our Father who art in heaven
And on earth deliver me from all evil
We all live it badly, if you want problems come out
What, what, what, what

What do you care how I walk, I live as I should
If I already know it
I know what happens
Where I started
I didn't lose faith
In case my dog doesn't see it

Raising my ghetto
The voice of the neighborhood thug
Fuck it, I like money
Everything I have lived comes and tells me
And the things they say are not what they seem
Here there are missing persons and others who don't tell it
And those who are still alive write it in a notebook
Everything I have lived comes and tells me
And the things they say are not what they seem
Here there are missing persons and others who don't tell it
And those who are still alive write it in a notebook

Many times they wanted to see me down
So many crazy hits but I don't give up
They still don't understand that this is my job
I sing to the street because it brought me
I live what I write, thanks to the one above I'm still alive
Every mission has its objective
Stay alert, fuck the enemy
Vey dey, vey dey, wey
Get ready, here comes the law
Okay, okay
The key key sounds

I rule in Monterrey
Vey dey, vey dey, wey
Get ready, here comes the law
Okay, okay
The key key sounds
I rule in Monterrey
Everything I have lived comes and tells me
And the things they say are not what they seem
Here there are missing persons and others who don't tell it
And those who are still alive write it in a notebook
Everything I have lived comes and tells me
And the things they say are not what they seem
Here there are missing persons and others who don't tell it
And those who are still alive write it in a notebook