Papel (feat. Morad)

Ala-la
And it will never be
Ala-la, ala-la
And the good will come
Ala-la-ah
Sometimes I live thinking: Tomorrow I'll get shot
And never from the front—

We have guigui, habibi
We're in the hustle, yes, we're tough
I clean the field, I do the laundry
I take the crypto and the copper coins

A tracksuit from Paris, a joint from Cali
The weed is quality
I ride without a helmet on the X-ADV
Even the lookout is qualified

Better Primark than fake Louis Vui'
Better than the money, we have the instinct
I'm the leader of the pack
Even without a promo code, we can rearrange your face

Sorrow, hard time in prison
In the RS, Montaigne Avenue
No money, no problem, I'm khamem
He drools on the blues, we do it with fire

Too many little brothers gone to heaven
Believe me, we didn't go to the Fine Arts
I know the shooter and the biker
Khabat, I'm cruising in town

Lost between Earth and Moon
I lead the team like Jürgen Klopp
For the coal, no dress code

We're not trained at La Masia
We made it on our own in the street
At six in the morning
The police at the door

We're not trained at La Masia
We made it on our own in the street
At six in the morning
The police at the door

And I don't know what will happen, in the bad
And I might die, in the bad
I don't touch wood, in the bad
And I might die, in the bad

Hooded in the street, I go out to do paper
Police at the door, I go out to do paper
Hooded in the street, I go out to do paper
Police at the door, I go out to do paper

Sometimes I live thinking that tomorrow I'll get shot in the back
Never face to face because they know I always watch in the street
A friendship that shoots me will never be for me
If I die tomorrow, I leave my mother with all her money

And mom, I'm sorry if tomorrow I don't leave someone alive in the street (tomorrow)
It may be that tomorrow I end up in jail and I'll surely write (many times)
Never trust those who put you in the street face to face like a fool (it may be)
Nights, outings, all in black teams like a wolf

I never think about the problems, every day some come out
I sing alone for the moment, I live everything I sing
Just sorry, to mom for everything I feel
The rest I have no problem, normal if I end up dead

AP-7, leg pain
Mountain, escape, winter
Beny don't fall asleep
Beware of the flashlight

AP-7, leg pain
Mountain, escape, winter
Beny don't fall asleep
Beware of the flashlight

And I don't know what will happen, in the bad
And I might die, in the bad
I don't touch wood, in the bad
And I might die, in the bad

Hooded in the street, I go out to do paper
Police at the door, I go out to do paper
Hooded in the street, I go out to do paper
Police at the door, I go out to do paper

Kimi Tamba on The Beat
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