Niños Robar

[chorus/the titó]
The kids no longer think about marbles or dolls because,
They don't want to play anymore.
They are only attracted to evil and darkness in which they blindly stumble,
They don't want to play anymore.
They wish the ethics class would end to go out and commit crimes,
They don't want to play anymore.
They approach that bank and empty it to split the loot,
They don't want to play anymore.

[ursula/woman spectro]
Get down! Still as a nail or I'll shoot,
I'm out of work and I'm pulling off the heist, give me everything, I know it's expensive,
Kicks to the head,
Guti, put the guard in his place if he acts tough,
Have the duct tape and tame him,
Donate your dollars, don't ask who,
We are armed kids who challenge the state forces,
Grandpa pensioner, is your money rotting? Doesn't pay the subway?
Riding for free? From now on your savings are confiscated.

[guti/massimogutti]
I want to be rich, I'm a thief, I enter the bank with a sack,
I pull out the gun, it's a robbery,
Whoever loses their cool, palms it,
Jarkor on the walkman plays while the banker fills my sack with money,
I wait, smoke tobacco but the hostage who thinks he's a hero rebels
Bang! I don't care, I shoot him, of course for being smart,
I leave without being seen on the sidewalk,
Gely waits for me inside the stolen car, accelerate!
We're off in a rush,
Between gasps I reach the entrance,
With a somersault I enter my house,
I see my mother in an apron,
José what's wrong? I kiss her, the handle of the bag breaks from the weight of the cash
What's this? Mom stop screaming, calm down
I robbed the corner bank;
I'm a tough guy, she slaps me, tells me to leave,
She helps me pack while sondk plays in your room,
Kids steal, I'm leaving mom, see you later!

[ursula/woman spectro]
Let's go down the coastal road
Mowing down distracted pedestrians,
Gely drives the car, smells like weed,
For robbing sondk plays on the radio and it hurt you like a scream in your ear,
I smile from the panic,
Besides protecting from the cold,
The tights deform me and I look like an ugly rapper from those girly girls,
But with a future, for a tight ass money is lubricant,
I swear we'll be like before if you split it in three parts.

[chorus/the titó]
The kids no longer think about marbles or dolls because,
They don't want to play anymore.
They are only attracted to evil and darkness in which they blindly stumble,
They don't want to play anymore.
They wait for teachers on the street to give them a good beating,
They don't want to play anymore.
They no longer ride bicycles, now they steal and sell them for parts,
They don't want to play anymore.

[ursúla/woman spectro]
Blind faith, centrifugal speed
And I fled with the mafia,
I bought the cops, convinced business,
My office is the 13th floor of the tallest building,
Is that it? I don't want it, there's a pool, I prefer the beach; like a criminal,
Above the moon I fly,
Look at my hair, mane blowing in the wind,
Luckily the dream came true,
For being demanding, I encourage juvenile delinquents,
Rob the rich in Springfield
To destroy your fears, learn to dress
To pass as real,
I'm the best and I pursue maximum success,
My faith reached infinity, son of a bitch,
And you know what? what I said wasn't a joke,
If I ever needed your help when I was a sad worm you spat on me,
Now I'll say: who are you?
I want a house for my mother,
Working woman punished by man,
Don't forget, instead of Pedralbes I grew up in Hospitalet
And one day I swore to be someone from a room without a TV,
Do your homework and study or you'll be history,
I'm a stray bullet on a dead-end street,
Tomorrow God will say, what could happen now?
Nothing scares me, I like to take risks,
Live without plans, vomit in the songs,
It's not a joke, if you're a coward die waiting to live happily with kids paying a mortgage, get that scholarship and be content
Facing the triumph of the gifted,
Poor! Listen to the kids on the street!

[guti/massimogutti]
I looked handsome on the front page of the newspaper with the gun
And the golden lady tights on my head,
Yesterday I saw myself; the cops pray,
To find my trail,
But I'm a gangster and I spend the money.
On a trip to the Cayman Islands,
The weather is nice; girls from the hood pamper me,
I'm a shining magnet in your discman,
I nail Halley Berry on my ferry,
Intimate cherry on her body,
For Perry Mason I'm a pig
Belle époque; I write down what I spend in my notebook,
There's plenty in stock,
My son will definitely be a snob
What's hip hop?
The kid asks me,
But he'll never understand it if he lives a life of luxury,
Now I bid for the dollar.
I bought a plot of land for my mother
And a cocker spaniel so she's not alone,
I laugh like the joker because I have the ace up my sleeve,
For stealing my life, it's a bargain, alcohol, girls in thongs,
In the hotel and me in tracksuit
Art de Van Dal, I listen to the funky,
I do a lot of drugs, here I look like a junkie from La Rambla, but calm,
I don't throw myself on the tracks,
Guti doesn't change; there was no caviar,
So take one of 500 and exchange it,
Not in Babia, Moneyland;
I live I write with rage aggressive adhesive chorus,
(the titó): hey, I did it.
I put a million in your blank check
Break the alarm clock with a hammer, rob a bank,
In the mud, no,
Titó I invite you to Bangkok,
(the titó): let's go.

[chorus/the titó]
The kids no longer think about marbles or dolls because,
They don't want to play anymore.
They are only attracted to evil and darkness in which they blindly stumble,
They don't want to play anymore.
They wish the ethics class would end to go out and commit crimes,
They don't want to play anymore.
They approach that bank and empty it to split the loot,
They don't want to play anymore.