Hard Street Shit
La mafia existe
La mafia existe y está
Y opera
Hard street shit, hard-hard street shit
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Hard street shit, hard-hard street shit
Going out to the hardcore hip-hop
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Going out to the hardcore hip-hop
Yo'
Cuento billetes, chico, entradas VIP
Yo voy detrás del dinero, ustedes van tras de mí
Me he criado por el barrio, el barrio nos hizo así
Y ninguno de eso' hijo de puta' puede mentir, yo'
Perras exitosas, putas peligrosas
Dispuestas a matarte si se pone fea la cosa
Nadie lo escupe como la MDB (MDB), yeh
El barrio sabe quién es la MDB
Dale, decilo, en cuero por la calle voy tranquilo
Joder con este estilo, necesito más kilos
Salimos (salimos), por la noche cual vampiros
Si sos molestia te quitamos del camino, oh
Champagne y miel, ella no quiere ley
Siempre camina por la calle, sabe quién es su rey
Joder con los chicos del barrio, nadie lo hace tan bien
Va para todos esos chicos que les tocó perder, amén
Hard street shit, hard-hard street shit
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Hard street shit, hard-hard street shit
Going out to the hardcore hip-hop
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Huh, vuelve la gente bardera con su estilo loco
Tarde de la gira en pleno vuelo dando fotos
Caras destruidas, corazones rotos
Solo el barrio entiende la locura de nosotros
De a poco, tranquila, nena, disfrutá del juego
Tanta droga de golpe te deja tomando suero
Putas perras en celo luchan por un terreno
Porque nunca podrán con la familia de Bardero$
Yo no compro su oferta, cocino lo que les vendo
Y grabo, fumo y tomo, cojo, mientras ellos siguen durmiendo
Y aunque no me las sé todas, de a poco voy aprendiendo
A demostrar solo con hechos que ya se les muere el cuento
Familia, perdón, mamá, no llego a la merienda
Estaba con mi hermano adornando nuestra leyenda
Dinero, droga y venta, el Mero, el Crack, revientan
Dedicado al que roba, gana y luego se alimenta
Gangsta
Hard street shit, hard-hard street shit
Hard street shit, hard-hard street shit
Hard street shit, hard-hard street shit
Going out to the hardcore hip-hop
Hard street shit, hard-hard street shit
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Hard street shit, hard-hard street shit
Going out to the hardcore hip-hop
Hard Street Shit
The mafia exists
The mafia exists and is
And operates
Hard street shit, hard-hard street shit
Hard street shit, hard-hard street shit
Hard street shit, hard-hard street shit
Going out to the hardcore hip-hop
Hard street shit, hard-hard street shit
Hard street shit, hard-hard street shit
Hard street shit, hard-hard street shit
Going out to the hardcore hip-hop
Yo'
Counting bills, boy, VIP tickets
I go after the money, you go after me
I was raised in the neighborhood, the neighborhood made us like this
And none of those motherfuckers can lie, yo'
Successful bitches, dangerous bitches
Willing to kill you if things get ugly
No one spits it like the MDB (MDB), yeh
The neighborhood knows who the MDB is
Come on, say it, I walk the streets calmly
Fuck with this style, I need more kilos
We go out (we go out), at night like vampires
If you're a nuisance, we'll remove you from the way, oh
Champagne and honey, she doesn't want the law
Always walking the streets, knows who her king is
Fuck with the neighborhood boys, no one does it better
It goes out to all those boys who had to lose, amen
Hard street shit, hard-hard street shit
Hard street shit, hard-hard street shit
Hard street shit, hard-hard street shit
Going out to the hardcore hip-hop
Hard street shit, hard-hard street shit
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Hard street shit, hard-hard street shit
Going out to the hardcore hip-hop
Huh, the bardera people return with their crazy style
Afternoon of the tour in full flight taking photos
Destroyed faces, broken hearts
Only the neighborhood understands our madness
Slowly, calm down, baby, enjoy the game
So much drugs at once leave you on a drip
Bitches in heat fight for territory
Because they will never beat the Bardero$ family
I don't buy their offer, I cook what I sell them
And I record, smoke and drink, fuck, while they keep sleeping
And even though I don't know them all, little by little I'm learning
To show only with facts that their story is dying
Family, sorry, mom, I won't make it to the snack
I was with my brother embellishing our legend
Money, drugs, and sales, El Mero, El Crack, explode
Dedicated to those who steal, win, and then feed
Gangsta
Hard street shit, hard-hard street shit
Hard street shit, hard-hard street shit
Hard street shit, hard-hard street shit
Going out to the hardcore hip-hop
Hard street shit, hard-hard street shit
Hard street shit, hard-hard street shit
Hard street shit, hard-hard street shit
Going out to the hardcore hip-hop